And you were not here. My mind shut out the noises around me and my breathing began to increase. My hands began to wonder my own body, imagining the ...very thought that they were yours. I couldn't wait any longer. I picked up my phone out of habit and texted you. “Honey, I hope you don’t mind but I am going to touch myself to the thought of you.” My pussy began pulsing for attention remembering your grunts and groans. I slowly unbuttoned my pants trying to make it as realistic as possible.. And at times, I teased him and make him quicken the pace.“Mommy…”“Very good, Billy, you’re doing a great job.”We work as a team every night- encourage his masturbatory needs. But I forbade him from doing it without me.Billy doesn’t do this with anyone else.Even at 18 years of age, he was still terribly immature. It was embarrassing for a man to be watched while he masturbated. I got so close and personal that the shared burden gave me a sense of dominance.I just sat there, beside him as he ran. After this a passed the phone back and said what next? She did not take the phone she just pushed me over and said your turn get talking to your friend, with that she smiled and began sucking my cock, I was reading away at what they had both been typing and no wonder she was sucking so well, she stopped to tell me to keep sending the photos so I followed the order and took a few to send, I managed to get a deep throat to send, a cock in front of face with smile, a big lick one, all sent. “Are you sure of this, Helena?” I asked her, taking the full glass from her soft hand. Her answer was only point me at the garage, telling me to wait her there inside… Two minutes later she stood by the inner garage door, she shut it turned the lights on. As we stood there she said “There, by the work station bench Jorge likes so much”. As we walked over to the bench I said: “Put your hands on the table”. As she did I came from behind and fondled her massive tits. I spent a fair few minutes.