I was semi hard when we got home and had to cover the front of my pants with my jacket until I got into my bedroom and wanked off. I came a bucket loa...d.I came again about an hour later thinking about mom touching my dick. The ache in my balls had eased as normal after cumming a couple of times, but I knew I could still cum once more, which mom had suggested I saved myself for.We had dinner in front of the telly. Nothing more had been said about how mom would help get samples of my cum since we. .My personal time was mostly spent at Castro's Bar and Grill. The Rye was nice and the ice was cold. Hard to beat a combination like that. Add to that there was a cocktail waitress named Allison Macri: five-six, one-twenty, long brown locks, and the quickest smile I ever saw.Allison was evidently the local tease. She was so cute that not a night went by that she didn't leave a bunch of guys with serious sets of blue balls, and she knew it too! But, I was a salesman, right? I was indeed, and I. "Allison, you're a magician!" Richardson panted as he caught his breath."Well, you know that practice makes perfect, Allen," she said, snuggling next to him. "And I love practicing on you—especially after you were so nice and helped me with that Paul Crane problem." I still feel badly about that," Richardson said"He'll be alright. There will be plenty of more stock options in his future, and I promised my friend, Arthur, that I would do this for him," Allison purred. "You don't feel bad. "And who," he started as hebegan to pace, "am I supposed to go with, since that bitch Carol decidedwe should 'see other people' last night, and then went and called everygirl around and told them not to go out with me tonight? I ask you!" hesnarled, whipping around. "Ahhh, well, um." Paul stopped, at a loss for words. An idea formed in Tom's head. "Hey," he said, plopping back down on the bed. "You wanna go?You're already dressed for it, and we could grab something to eat.