‘Jeez, Mom, what are you doing here? I’m going home in three hours.’Mom sat down on the couch and began to speak.‘When you p...honed last week and told your Father and I that you weren’t going to the end of school dance, it almost broke our hearts. We know that you’ve not enjoyed your time here, but in a few years you’ll come to regret not going to the final part of your college days. You’ll miss the closure that the event carries with it.’ But Mom, even if I had a tuxedo and all. Wagging a finger at me, he commented “No playing with that cock of yours, you will spoil the fun if you finish yourself off.”“O.k., I promise”, said like a scalded schoolboy that had been caught masturbating.I heard David talking in what must have been Italian and a gruff voice responded. I awaited in silence, looking at my cock, watching it twitch along with the beat of my pulse. It felt like a rod of iron but I dare not touch it, as I would have probably ended up wanking myself to a spunk-up.. Beacons of our contentment, forever."Then she kissed me. Not a physical connection kiss, but a soul kiss. And if you don't know the difference, you've never been in love. She had me and knew it when she stopped us."I'm so hot right now if Pierre wasn't here I'd start a new style of mile high club."Pierre, of course heard us and grinned. "It is not uncommon, madame. If you wish, I can face away from you, and I have sound dampening earphones."Tempted, we declined. Even enclosed, with a small. "Oh, the week before my period I get so horny that I'd go crazy, otherwise!" Megan said, then added with a grin, "But don't EVER use scented baby oil, it feels like you've been fucked with a giant jalapeno - for a week!" Then after a few more words of advice and a few funny stories (I remember especially her story about doing it in a piano practice room at school, and having another girl walk in and catch her with her jeans and panties around her ankles - there'd been a mix-up in practice.