She came into the bedroom and sat on the loveseat and watched me make the bed, I asked her what she was doing and she said she just wanted to watch me...bend over the bed and see my ass poke out from under the outfit. I said ha ha very funny and kept on with my chores in an effort to get this event over with. After making the bed I went into the bathroom and cleaned the toilet, then as I begun to lean over the bathtub I felt this firm smack on my ass and my wife said mmmm mmmm that ass is looking. “Don’t sit there. You don’t sit on other peoples places,” the same man said.Looking around at the collection of cinderblocks and egg crates placed haphazardly around the area, Dante asked, “So where can I sit?”“Over on one of the railroad ties. That’s the public seating.”Dante sat down on one of the railroad ties while wondering what kind of world he had entered. He went over everything that had happened since that first afternoon in his studio and tried to make sense of it. He was lost in his. The next morning, the boys faked illness to stay home from school. Like always they conned their ever loving, ever understanding mom. As they stroked their normal morning wood, the reality of fulfilling their all-time jerk-off fantasy now seemed like a dream. "Did you see mom's tits? They looked so suckable," Brad moaned as he frigged his teenaged penis. "Yeah. How about that hairy pussy. I'm going to fuck that someday," topped Randy. "Hey quit dreaming, Mom would never let you fuck her,". ” I knew that this one larger booth that Nick and I had previously scoped out and used ourselves had no glory holes cut into the walls. The three of us entered the booth and threw the slide bolt, locking the door. It fit us comfortably. Assessing it, I think that we could have fit in a fourth. Nick put money in the slot for the porn video, not necessarily for watching, but for illuminating the dark booth. As he scrolled through the choices, he asked me what type of video I wanted on. I laughed.