Paul and Mother were doing their best to better us, both men were concentrating on their dancing and not saying much. I was glad when the dance was ov...er, but Nigel wanted to hold me for a while longer so that the bulge in his pants could subside. I was tempted to walk away from him and exposing his embarrassment for the rest of the people to see. I glanced across to Mother, and Paul seemed to be having a similar problem. I had a dance with Daddy who held me less closely and allowed me to talk. “I, um, I'm going to change. Get out of my work clothes.”“Don't be long,” my wife said. I understood her meaning. Don't masturbate. “Dinner's almost ready.”“Okay, honey.” It was most unfair. She must have masturbated several times today.When I came down stairs, my daughter asked me for help on her math homework. I sat beside her, smelling the flowery scent perfuming her body, unable to help my eyes glance at her halter top making a little mound of cleavage out of her small breasts.Would I ever. Every so often I would add all my fingers and slide all the way down his cock and then back to his tip. He was doing the same with Bobby.It must have been close to ten minutes since I began stroking his cock when he reached down and stopped me.“That will do, for now, Miss Benson.”Bobby looked down at me. I smiled at him. He gave me a wry smile in return.Mr. Collins slid his hand over Bobby’s cock one more time and then stopped. I began to stand up.“Where are you going, Miss Benson?”“I thought. "Morning," I said sleepily."Mark," my father's voice sang out poisonously. "I'm sure you remember what day today is." The band you are with is in town," I said. "They have a concert at the Civic Center at seven. I have school, but I can miss my final period, so I'll be leaving school around two and should be at the center at three." I'll be waiting," my father said. "And you better not try to stand me up." I'm not some teenage drama queen who stands up boys," I said firmly. "I said I'll be.