" He's okay, Mom. I told you he was warm when I went out there last night. He accepted his coat, but when I snuggled with him, his body was warm."Dian...a aimlessly slid her cup back and forth between her hands as she thought, then looked into her daughter's eyes. "He seems to be almost obsessed with this thing he's trying to do with his mind. Why is he trying so hard to learn to ... to ... do whatever the hell he's trying to do?" He wants to learn to consciously do what he did to hold the SUV on. She shifted her legs hiding her pussy from me. Her eyes scanning my body and looking at my crotch, brushing her short blonde hair behind her ear. I finally slip my pants completely off and her mouth drops open. ‘Damn, this just became the best part of my day!’ Her left hand slides down her body to in between her legs for a second then the next thing I know we are speeding through the parking lot barely making the light to leave the parking lot, and we were on our way, she only lives a mile away. After the washing up duties had been taken care of, Aunty Poss showed mehow to work the washing machine which admittedly, was different to theone back home. I hand washed my delicates and hung them on the line. Onhearing the washing machine ending, the process was repeated with mehanging out not only my own clothes but all of my cousins as well.The rest of the morning was spent hanging around the farmhouse listeningto records. Bernadette was playing the piano (pretty well too) so I wentand sat. I keep up the frenzied pace of fisting my cock back and forth, until I feel my ejaculation is imminent and then I look down at my desk and feel relief that there are no work files in the path of my pending stream. It happens. I feel my cock spasm hard within the grip of my fist. I feel my orgasm, and I look down to see how my cum will emerge for the camera. I can remember being in my late teens and twenties and masturbating, and shooting my cum some distance, but not like in some stories and in.