Even if she couldn't see it, she would know what he was doing. His penis softened slightly. He had to do it, though. If he didn't, he would never get ...rid of the hard-on.He sat on the toilet and held his erect prick, fingers underneath and thumb on top, pulling rhythmically, remembering the cool touch of his mother's fingers the night before. He pictured himself wearing a nightgown and making love to her in it, and felt once more the tight warmth of her vagina engulfing his cock. In a short time. Serge protested and said that if she wanted to leave she could however he wanted to know if she was just playing hard to get or she was not interested at all, so he would not suffer longing for her. Emma laughed at get another drama filled scenario from Serge, the third since they met 30 minutes ago. Serge said there was only one way he could really know and it would not be a line from Emma with a flippant promise that we don’t know each other and so on, Serge said Emma had to promise she would. I’m also sure she has no clue, so what I’m about to reveal to her could put her over the edge, and the last thing I want on my hands is a pissed off, sobbing single mother. I must tread lightly.Just then Trevor’s car pulls in the driveway again, pulling right up to the back of his mom’s car. The music inside the car is blaring, some of that rap music crap that I never did care for, nor will I ever like. The door opens and as Trevor shuts the door to the car, I’m finally able to get a good close. When he had the naked man's balls against his chin, and his ownnose buried in wiry pubic hair -- Circe had obviously eliminated his gagreflex -- he knew he had reached new depths of self-degradation. Butthere was still one more level to which he could descend before the nightwas over, and he was approaching it even as he considered how horrid itwould be to arrive there.Arnold's breathing accelerated. His hips moved in short jerks. Hegrabbed handfuls of Willy's hair."Yes," Arnold hissed. .