The pictures of huge codpieces on Kings, Dukes ... even knights were products of artists staying alive. So too were massive chests and well turned cal...ves. Noses were shrunk and chins grew.Paintings of wives and children were more the product of imagination than the real thing. Sometimes the beauty of a child was found in the model found on the hillside tending the sheep ... sure ... the tender and the Duke's son had the same father but the son ... he was impossible.The instructor just wasn't. Working from home every second Thursday might be a new habit of mine but there I was, in my office, early in the morning, about 8:00 o’clock when the front door opens. I was already semi hard just thinking of Theresa and her big tits and firm little ass. I yelled down: “Good morning Theresa”“Hello up there,” came the reply. As she gets to the kitchen, (that I can see from the office you might recall), she’s wearing her now proverbial white T-shirt and jean shorts. Puttering around in the. The fan blowing nearby helps but can’t stop the small beads of sweat from forming across my chest. As my hand strokes circles around my stomach tracing down to my pubic area. My cock starts to come to life. Slowly rising and hardening. I feel no choice but to continue what my naughty thoughts have started. My mind is trained on the thoughts of a woman’s lips. Lips that are surrounding the head of my cock and slowly gliding down its shaft. My cock has reached full attention. It’s thick and long. I had deep sleep that afternoon. When I woke up in the evening, I was still feeling pain in my manhood. I went down, I saw Jyothi; even she had waked up just now. Mom had prepared evening coffee, we all three had coffee together.Mom was bold enough to talk all dirty things in front Jyothi and me. Mom asked Jyothi does she had good rest, Jyothi replied yes to mom. Of course, Jyothi had taken proper rest for now. That night mom had prepared very nutritious dinner especially for me. She wants me.