Around the second week of school, Leone Zadok came strutting over to our foursome. She's a medium-height, gorgeous Jewish girl with long, straight bla...ck hair, a barely legal-length skirt, a pink cashmere V-neck sweater and a perfect chest. She was a really nice, smart girl but can put on a great show.She smiled at us. "George! The Sherry! Hey, Sorcerer!" Leone!" he replied with a big grin, "How was your summer?"She went straight into her routine. She whined and pouted, "It was so lonely." I. "If it’s not too much trouble," he replied sheepishly. "When does your dad get home from work?" I asked. "Like around 5:30-6:00," he noted. My neighbor and I surmised that we had a good solid two hours a day Monday through Thursday that we were completely unsupervised and three hours on Friday. So we started to explore our sexual options. I rolled my finger at him in a come-hither motion. I was sitting on his futon that was currently pulled up into a couch. He jumped up and shot over to me. I saw spots. More than anything I wanted to reach down and break the grip of whatever it was that was slowly grinding my gonads; but I knew there was nothing there. I groaned again, fast losing consciousness.Opening my senses, I saw two dainty hands holding an oversized garlic press to my nuts. I recognized those hands. I had just seen them. They were resting on the table across from me. I looked up in terror at Sally."Don't you ever ignore me like that again, buster," came her sweet voice. Harry gulps, his cock twitching again. He stands frozen to the spot. “Since your father isn’t here... You could always step up to the plate...” she suggests seductively. Harry stands there frozen, his gaze flicking over his mum’s smoking hot body. He can’t respond. Sandy walks over to her son and looks up at him. He is a good foot taller than her. She reaches up to place her hands over his well-defined pecs under his T-shirt. She admires the feel of his toned body and his dark hair and bright.