I was my own behavior that was amiss. Nevertheless, I continued and in a matter of minutes Mom’s glare softened and was replaced by a glazed look. I... that moment her legs relaxed, loosening their hold on my manipulating fingers. Immediately, I began to rub her pussy in longer strokes, though still soft and gentle. Her legs opened wider.I aligned my fingers with her damp crevice and wiggled my fingertips, turning a faint line into shallow trench. I shifted closer so I was lying beside Mom, my. "That was the Professor for you. Just when he started to sound human and personal, he had to add that coldly clinical comment about money. Granted, it saved Ray from raising the issue himself, but it impaled him neatly on an ethical dilemma. There was probably something in the University policies that said professors couldn't use their teaching assistants as gigolos, paid or otherwise. On the other hand, turning down Morton Dichter would probably eliminate Ray's chances at a plum graduate. .. no signs of any people, though ... and then I heard distant singing.I followed the sound of the voices, feeling a strange urgency to reach their source as I hastened through the labyrinthine streets until, turning one more corner, I came to a huge square that was packed with people, all the town's inhabitants must have gathered here. The singing had stopped, and all was silent, no one talked, everybody looked straight ahead, towards the square's other end, in expectance of an event that I. He suggested that perhaps we could help each other out with a little relief of our own. This gave my own cock a reason to wake, and liked the thought of playing with a man again.Still sitting by the kitchen table, I lowered my hand to the buttons on my jeans, and slowly undid them, with Peter following suit as he undid his belt and lowered the zip. In unison, we slid hands inside, and pulled out our cocks, which I have to say grew rapidly once in free air.We watched as each other slowly stroked.