.''''go on your knees under the desk and tell me if your knees are fine''i was shaking, under the desk Mike looking at me ''is it comfortable? could y...ou suck a big cock there for an hour?''''i...i guess if i was a girl , its not hurting at all its feeling very very cushy ''''great great''''is there enought space , like if i sit''and he sat and roll with the chair legs spread his cock head falling from the seat i was enclosed , he was getting it out ''do yo have enought space to. "Arlene, what are you doing? I told you I have to make dinner," Madgesaid with an edge to her voice."Just a few more minutes, sweetie. I want to see if Wendell can braidyour hair for you since he did so well brushing it out. Just be patientfor a minute," Arlene said.Wendell's aunt stood behind him guiding his hands and fingers until theyhad Madge's hair smooth and separated once again into three sections. Afast learner, he was soon rhythmically braiding his Mother's hair. Hefinished the braid. "What?" he whispered."Stop," she whispered back."Why?" he asked, not believing his ears. He was sure she hadn't cum yet."Because!" she said. She was relieved, once again sure she had control of her bladder. She'd been petrified she was going to urinate. That would have been horrible."You didn't cum!" Shit! I thought I was gonna piss," she whispered, shaking her head."No! You were gonna cum!" He was pretty sure anyway. What if she had pissed though? Yuk!The incredible pressure was gone. Her. As he began to stroke himself, a little lamb approached him and stood watching him curiously, the lambs face cutely bent to one side. As Bernie stroked himself, his vision of lust turned from the big titted girl in the magazine to the lamb which inched closer and closer to him. He had an idea. He reached and plucked a handful of hay and loose animal feed from the ground and coaxed the lamb to him. It came over willingly, seeing the food in his hands and began licking and nibbling the oats from.