Periodically she would pull his erection away and almost touch the sweater with it, holding it near one nipple, very close. That was almost too much o... a tease for him.She looked at his eyes. He was staring with disbelief at his erection almost touching her sweater tit playthings.He yelled, “Keep rubbing, poke your tits, oh that sweater, that sweater, keep rubbing my dick against that sweater.”She asked, “Do you want to cum on my sweater? Do you like the feel of my sweater?"He screamed, “Oh my. .. I'm sorry." Erin new it best to apology when ever she got a slap from her mother. What ever the reason, it was because she deserved it. Yet as she again looked around the room she still felt that awful feeling of dread."Now remember Horse-face, when the nice man comes in to talk to us, to keep that back arched, those legs crossed and to smile the whole time." Yes Mother."A couple of minutes later the door opened and in walked a seedy greasy haired man. Mother stood to shake his hand as Erin. The answer was maybe not. We had kept her pretty much incognito. She hadn't had any real chance to tell anyone anything, so far. So who the fuck was the balding man, and for whom did he work? I could run his plates and I could spend a full day having him checked out but at that moment grabbing his ass up seemed easier. Would he squeal like a pig, probably, but I had a hell of a good lawyer.I waited until he looked away for a second, then I put the bike in a gear way to high for the average. The shock for me was overwhelming, in my life nobody had ever done that to me before. Not even my wife. felt my testicles boil and felt as if I could have exploded in his mouth right there and then, my mind was trying to not focus on what was happening to me. He applied suction for a few seconds and then slowly withdrew his mouth leaving me again exposed wetting my cock as he disengaged from me. I was again made aware of the cool air that was circulating my loin area as the wetness evaporated.