I was completely exposed. Then for the first time ever Tony reached up between my legs and started to stroke my cock. I could not believe what was hap...pening. It felt wonderful, better than when I do it myself. As he stroked my cock he slapped my ass really hard. I tried to pull away but he had a firm grasp on my cock. I giggled and purred like a little slut. I looked back at Tony. He had his cock in his left hand and my cock and balls in his right hand. His eyes were closed as he was doing it,. It did give me time to see the artists in the class. They were a mixed group of women by ages, physical types, as well as artistic styles and personalities as I was later to find. For now though I could feel and see differing levels of concentration and intensity in their faces. This eased my erotic thoughts a bit following their subtle movements as they sketched. I had been afraid to try to wipe away the precum droplets I had experienced earlier. I feared if someone saw me wiping my cock head. Debbie and I kept giggling do to thesensation of being out in a public place, dressed the waywe were. As well as being able to have each other there toshare the experience with.It did not take long before we were all ready for a rest,so we headed back to our blankets. Debbie hung back alittle, so to ask if I was interested in some weed. Ofcourse I was, I've enjoyed getting high for years, and knewit would heighten the emotions that were already soaringthrough me.With a nice buzz we were ready. God, I loved himso.The story continued. "By the time he got to second grade, Timmy hadlearned how to act 'normal,'" (Laura made air-quotes for that word) "andhe managed to get by at school. He only had a couple of real friends, butfor the most part he kept to himself. Maybe I smothered him a bit toomuch, but that was the way I was. I wanted him to know that he was loved.I made sure that he got a big hug and a kiss every day, even when we weremad at each other." I couldn't imagine that he had.