“I can see where he would fit in with the sexuality bit,” she joked. His good looks and fit body told them everything they needed to know and what... they couldn’t see, they interpreted.“And what about you, Gerry?”“Fifth one down, Yellow,” he advised.“That’s blue,” Melissa corrected him.“No, it’s yellow to me.”“Right, well that represents harmony and artistry,” she commented.“Ah cool, because I’m studying art at college.”Melissa smiled, the last person she had fucked was also an artist and she. Please, where is it." It's right off the Great Hall, Sir. You'll see it." Thank you David." You're welcome, Sir."Jason thought to himself, "I could get used to this level of service, real quick."Sure enough, when he got there it was obvious where it was. He could see two mostly open pocket doors at the far end of the Great Hall. They looked like they would be very unobtrusive when closed and he figured that's why he'd missed them.As he paused entering the Great Hall, there was an arm sliding. Im sorry for not giving you a hug earlier, she said when she broke away. Once again my hard on managed to escape my knowing and I felt it pulse beneath my pants. Had she noticed it pressing against her pussy? I left it alone knowing it would be too obvious to do anything about it. Instead I locked eyes with her and said, Its okay honey. Your mom told me what the fight was about. Listen you have all summer to think about the decision. But I dont want you or mom to be mad with whatever I decide,. Dad then began sliding his wet mouth in and out over Mark’s hot engorged tool, and I was able to stroke myself with each movement in and out pretending that my Dad was doing the same to me. I was so turned on I was beginning to drool precum myself.I was lost in my fantasy for a second and when I looked back, Dad had stood up and Mark was now servicing my Dad’s hot cut cock, sucking on the head like it was some delicious lollypop that couldn’t be resisted. My Dad was moaning and Mark ran his.