She gaped down at his swollen, teenage cock, her green eyes slightly glazed now and fixed on the blood-engorged head in its moistly pulsing state, and the length of its thick-veined hardness below the heel of his clasping hand! God, it was almost the size of Mark's as she remembered it! Maybe not as thick, but as long… or at least, nearly! And his young balls, they had bloated more beneath the never-ceasing working of his hand, filling with his virile teenage cum… waiting to explode out their dynamic young load of hotly seething sperm… but into what?

"You-You keep stroking yourself, Kye! What will you do when it cums! Where does it go…?"

"Oh, I have a handkerchief, see? It doesn't squirt up in the air and all over that way," he quickly answered, producing the cloth. "Do you want to watch, Mrs. Dianne? The girls used to, sometimes. And often they would sit back with their mouths open trying to catch it and swallow it!"

"What?" Dianne gasped, hearing every word he'd said perfectly, but the salacious meaning of them reverberating inside her like a tremendous bell that was being rung again and again! She could picture three naked girls sitting close to his lustfully hardened boy-cock with readied mouths, trying to gulp at his squirting sperm like fish gulping at butterflies!

And then he did for her the totally mesmerizing thing; he lay on the bed, his upthrusting, youthful length of penile hardness thickly caught in his drubbing hand!

Dianne heard the tiny whimper escape her as she feasted hungering eyes on his feverishly inciting young loins.