Not too long that stimulating such a responsehad ceased to be fascinating. Jude's lithe, smooth slimness made a strikingcontrast with Tom's stocky hai...riness. Tom had tattoos across his shoulderand down his left arm to the elbow, with more on his right leg and in hisgroin. His shaved scalp looked rude and phallic against Jude's shaggylocks.I realised that something fundamental had shifted in me as I watchedthem. My cock throbbed. Not because I anticipated them playing with myarse; we'd gone way. "Yeah he had that sort of expression, 'cept he didn't scream, at least not then. Not surprisingly, the man had a change of heart, told us there was money in his pockets, told us it was all he had. So I looked in his pockets, pulled out four twenties, two tens and a five before showing it to my father who shook his head in disappointment. Neither of us believed that was all he had, so I turned back and told him we had this funny feeling that there was some more money somewhere. Then I showed him. Bobby was quick and grabbed her under the arms as she collapsed, the back of her head slamming against his chest, the telephone falling to the floor with a clank. He heard a woman's voice coming from the telephone saying, "Mrs. Presley? Mrs. Presley, are you all right?"Bobby gently lowered his mother to the floor. He sat with her sitting between his spread legs, her back resting against him, her sobs getting louder. He picked up the telephone and said, "This is Bobby Presley." Is your mother. "But if you're tired, then we'll have to be gentle on you... unless you don't want me to be."I rubbed my fingers over April's ass. I realized that the leopard-skin panties were damp the whole way across her buttocks- but it didn't feel like pussy-juice or sweat. I realized as I suggestively pinched her buttocks that it was massage oil--the same kind that Julie had used. Suddenly, a powerful wave of arousal went through me. April had just finished getting butt- fucked by Rich, and now she was.