. you take him out again, stroking him ... as I sit there, watching you, my eyes fixated on you slowly and gently touching yourself ... right there, j...ust for me ... omg, i can feel my breathing get slower and deeper, as I feel my insides stir with excitement ... I say, "Oh yea, touch him for me, Stephen" ... and I fall to my knees in front of you, I want to be closer to you ... not touching you though, just breathing you in ... your manhood, inches from my face I stick out my tongue and tell. " Sure it does. Same thing."I pushed a forkful of pancake into my mouth to buy myself time to think. "So what are we trading?" I'm helping you get better at photography." Yeah. And you?"Sharon bit her lip and blushed a little. She didn't say anything. I thought back to our first sessions."It's Allen, isn't it?" I asked. "You're getting off thinking about Allen looking at the pictures." Yeah," she admitted, her eyes not meeting mine."I thought you said you were over him." I am." Uh huh." I am. I waited several days to talk to him about it. He was clearly embarrassed to discuss having had sex with his mother. He acted as though it was a bad thing, that it was his fault and that he had sone something wrong. I assured him that the fault was mine. That seeing him touch himself had gotten me so horny I couldn't help myself. I asked him if he liked it. He hesitatingly said he did. I asked if he would want to do it with me again. His eyes got wide. He looked at me with his mouth half open. Harley's thick mane was not amenable to a close cropping. "Look, Mister, I can give you a loose business man's cut. If I try anything else, it's going to look botched. Your hair is thicker than barbed wire and twice as tough."Oh hell, just cut it any which way you think will look good in town. I'm the new marshal, Harley Duran." Well, I'll be." the barber exclaimed. "I want to thank you for running that dead beat son of a bitch out of town. He never paid me a cent, ever." Well, I'll always pay.