He had come from the small bedroom just as she stretched out, and nowstood staring at her naked beauty. His eyes ran up her long, slimthighs, seeing ...he swell of her sweet, shapely ass, the tantalizingsplit between the cheeks. He couldn't see anything else because hismother's tits were beneath her. His cock lifted into hardness as hestared at her ass, and he gently closed his fist about it, moving hisfingers back and forth. The urge to gaze at her loveliness and jackoff was strong.Then Jay. Hip hugging jeans designed to lay low and show a soft strip of tummy. I sighed. The guys were either wearing dopey baseball caps or sporting what I called The Starched Hair Look. A head of hair that stood up straight and tall, like a marine at attention, defying gravity. I felt odd being here. It was a weird feeling being back at school after almost twenty years working a regular job.As Mr. Brown continued to drone on about his expectations for the class, my heart sputtered as I noticed the. "Yes, I see that he cares for me. Okay, he cares a lot. He thinks I'm pretty, no lovely. No one has ever said that before to me. Yes, I know he means it. You are letting me see his mind with Radiantbeam." It was quiet and, after a bit, she reached over and caressed his cheek softly. "Brian, we need to talk."He came out of the seeming stupor he had been in while he opened his mind. He shook himself and said, "Perhaps we should. I trust Lisa and Al being with us and privy to our feelings. I will. 'Who was I to argue and within minutes I was downing my first glass swiftly followed by a refill.I opened my small overnight carry bag and laid out my next days undies, then sat down and downed my second glass of Red.God this was nice wine I was thinking, undressed and standing in my knickers and brassie, turned on the TV and flicked through the channels.At that time in the morning there was nothing much to see, but I noted as I flicked through, there was a porn channel, and strange to say, no.