And no, you're not reading Homer, you're reading Fitzgerald." "How do you know so fucking much?" I demanded in an even tone. I arched my brows, as th...ough willing the stud in my eyebrow to blind him with its glint. If he was entranced he didn't give it away. "I studied Classics. Actually I don't know that much, I never took Greek. But I hate reading Fitzgerald's verse, he's pretentious and bourgeois." Mmmm, 'bourgeois.' Always love the sound of that. "Come sit down with me," I said to him,. I slowly started to soap the rest of my body working my way down to my cock. When I started to soap up my cock it got erect fast since I knew I was being watched. I looked in the mirror and my friend’s mother was still there but now her face changed to a curious look. I soaped up my butt and started to wash my cock. It was so hard now and I could feel it throbbing. I slowly started to masturbate and closed my eyes but I was facing the mirror. When I opened up my eyes I saw my friends mother. He had been so preoccupied with the enjoyable parts of what theywere doing, along with the security in knowing what she would never do tohim, that he had completely neglected to seriously consider what the twoof them had actually been doing the whole time. Of course she had nevercuckolded him, or tricked him into some humiliating situation, or did anykind of bait-and-switch, or commanded him to do something trulydemeaning. No, she saw him as a treasure she wanted to keep, presumablyfor the rest. Not a sloppy ass and a nice big PAWG ass, one with form, with nice cheeks. I really like that in a women. Well, this was the first time in her apartment so she was a bit shy and I was not going to push anything too much and it was late. So she showed me her place and her dog and we hung out for a hour or so. We did kiss, she was a good kisser. Then I left to go home.I could tell she wanted more, all though she acted lady like and such, I could tell it had been a while since she had a man and.