.. I promise..." I trailed offas Miss Stevens idly twirled the thin cane in her hands."The problem, Josh, is that I can't trust a promise of yours now... can I?I told you not to masturbate. You gave me assurances that you wouldn't.Yet I hear from the guards you did it not once - not twice - but threetimes before ten pm last night," she spat venomously. "I've more thanhalf a mind to just give up on you. Obviously the grievous bodily harm ofyour cellmate wasn't enough of a wake-up call that prison. He carried the money box with him over to his Jeep and hopped in. Jake exhaled nervously as he put the keys in the ignition, quietly praying that the battery had enough juice to crank the engine. It barely did and the engine finally roared to life, louder than it should since he needed a new muffler.Jake drove the money box down the beach highway to the main store. It was crowded with tourists browsing for t-shirts, beach towels, sea shells and other cheap beach souvenirs. He carried the money. He insisted our meetings were to be at his house when his wife was away.Both afternoons were incredibly passionate,fulfilling and left me waiting for our next.He called on a friday,asked if I had something hot to wear?I told him of my G-string,basically a pouch for my cock and balls held on by tiny strings,perfect.I was to call when almost there and he'de tell me more.Turning onto his street I called."Go upstairs and change into your G,we'll be out by the pool", he instructed.WE? I thought to. She was naked except for the blue blouse she had with buttons open. She was full of sweat, tired, and her chendur was disordered in sweat. I could see the juices in her cunt and under thighs. She seductively walked towards me I knew I was going to explode cum, “ mom…….you…..were ………you were doing it with him?” I fumbled. My mom reached out with one hand and slid her fingertips around the back of my neck. Leaning closer to ,me so that her half bared breasts were lightly brushing my chest, she.