I put my hand in my briefs and stroked my cock. We did it like that for a minute or two. We never took our eyes off of each other.She pulled her panti...es aside with her free hand and showed me the first real pussy I had ever seen. Her finger was rubbing up and down the slit. I could not help but stare at her dark brown curly pubic hair. I could see it was wet near her pussy lips.I was nervous and almost trembling, but Mrs. Cane looked so calm and relaxed as she asked to see my cock, “Your turn,. She didn't bother to push his boxers down. She took the semi-hard cock in her hand and leaned forward, running her tongue around the helmet's rim and looking up to see the blank expression on his face. The hard floor against her knees made her cringe. She looked up, seeking his approval. He grunted. Her hand was on his butt, partly for support, partly to hold him in place. His cock hardened quickly. She felt it bounce, warm, slick, coated with saliva, moving in and out of her mouth on its own.. ’ ‘Just tell them he’s yours, and don’t worry about what his relationship to you is,’ Robin advised. ‘He might not be your son biologically, or even legally, but he is in your heart, and that’ what counts.’ ‘You’re right,’ Dani said. But it didn’t quite feel right. She wanted to do something to give Sean an identity in their family, but she didn’t know what. * * * She found out the next day what she could do. Shortly before noon, Martin Franklin called. ‘How’s it going with Sean?’ he asked. ‘As. There were several phone calls from the other couples, however, about the evening suggesting their own anxiety. Hein, since the couples still didn’t know the rest of us well, took over all communication suggesting semi-formal attire and a light dinner preceding the evening’s voyeuristic activities. We kept some details like the masquerade aspect as a surprise as an effort to lighten the initial feeling of the evening.We worked out among ourselves our roles and responsibilities in the hopes of.