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A Day on the Dunes

Date: 10/6/2015, Categories: Taboo, Author: guy120, Rating: 97, Source: xHamster

bottom lip and pinched the tip, the way one might pick up a used tissue or a little something they didn’t really care to touch. But that certainly wasn’t the case here. I didn’t seem to mind this a bit. As my fingers made contact again, I looked up at Steven. He was staring down at me, doing the same thing I was doing…Biting his lip. “It’s OK.” I tried to assure him, not really knowing how much truth there was to the statement. The mother in me said it was fine…I was helping; this was my job. But the feeling in my stomach and the warmth that had begun to settle between my legs made me wonder what I was really doing here. The hardness of my nipples only provided another reason to wonder. I was liking this…A lot…Way more than I should have. “You OK?” “Um-hum.” I mustered a smile again and continued. He sucked in a quick breath when I leaned in even closer to examine his balls. I carefully moved the fingers of my other hand over his ball sack. I felt him jerk back again. My face was right next to his dick and I’m pretty sure it didn’t go unnoticed. I glanced up to find Steve staring down at me, momentarily forgetting all about his relentless search for anyone that might….A little while ago I might have said “…anyone that might SEE…” maybe even “…anyone that might INTERRUPT…” but now I think the word CATCH seemed more appropriate. …his relentless search for anyone that might catch us. “Am I hurting you?” “No.” He told me adamantly. “Not at all.” He added in a much lower tone, ... closer to a whisper. I let go of his ball sack, leaned back steadying myself on the open door; the tip of his dick still in my possession, and looked up at my son. I wished I could read his mind. I stared at him for a long second. “You OK?” “Yeah-No-I’m fine. . .” He told me then quickly scanned the parking lot. I went back to what I was doing. I leaned in and cupped his balls, moving them side to side as I examined them. I was very thorough. Very, very thorough. I saw two tiny cactus needles in the wrinkles on his ball sack, retrieved the tweezers and carefully plucked them out. “Did I hurt you?” I asked him. He just shook his head ‘no’ and then checked around the truck again before settling down to watch me. I checked his balls slowly with my eyes; extremely aware of the head of his dick between my fingers the entire time. “Let me know if you feel anything.” I told him as I gently let my fingers slide over the skin of his ball sack. I looked up at Steve and his eyes were fixed on me. “What?” I asked again. This time he smiled. “What?” “Nothing, it’s just that this is. . .kinda. . .” “Kinda what?” “Well, I never expected. . .you know.” “Never expected what Steve?” “Well…I never expected to see you. . .you know. . . down there.” He told me with an odd look on his face. I watched as the smile slowly drifted away and his expression turned more…subdued…like when you drift off point and forget your train of thought. His comment struck me kind of funny and made me realize that ...