It feels as if his entire body is pulsating. A small explosion in my hand tells me he is orgasming. His hips force his crotch upwards into my moving h...and. I see his cute hands are gripping the chair with all their might. He makes an “ah” sound with every tug. I jerk his orgasm out of his body, feeling him shiver and spasm. Then it’s all over. I slow down. I gently squeeze the last of his first orgasm out his still throbbing cock and gently caress his tight balls. He arches forward and stares. "Yeah but he's gay you know" I said."And what exactly is wrong with that?" she demanded indignently.I was surprised at her reaction and just said "I just wanted you to knowwe weren't an item or anything, that's all."Natalie excused herself to go to the rest room rather than make a reply,but that just made us all decide that it was time for a pit stop.We kept chatting and gossiping in the ladies' room, asking things likewhether a gay guy could belong to our clique and so on, until one olderlady. They lay on the bed cradled in one other’s arms without saying a word savoring the feel of a woman’s body in each other’s arms. ‘You know Clara it is going to be very difficult for me to keep from playing with your ass.’ Dora said and then, ‘But I am sure that you know why. It is so perfectly shaped it is difficult for me to keep from touching you and grabbing your delicious ass.’ ‘You are going to get me hot again with talk like that,’ Clara crooned. Dora noticed that her client trembled a. My psyche tried in vain to supplant morality for the lustful vision of my own son’s penis floating in my brain. Damn…I needed a drink. Made it down to the beach, spread a towel on a beach chaise, adjusted my sunglasses, and got comfortable. The first daiquiri soothed the quandary of my conflicting thoughts and started me on the path to ignoring some of my inhabitations. I rationalized that maybe my multiple week build up of expectations might have triggered some psychosis, so to get my mind.