try to play it cool.

"Hey Franklin do you mind if we get in, I'm burning my feets on the concrete steps." I ask.

"Sure thing!" he says, letting us getting in , and the in a gentlemanly manner following us, getting a nice eyes full of both of our butts.

"Oh I see that you set the garden table for breakfast" says my mom looking at a window giving view in the back yard. "We'll wait here, on a nice sunny morning like that."

We get in and sit at the wrought iron table, its large panel of glass offering no cover. As I sit, my bare ass is singed by the warm, un cushioned iron chair.

Franklin sits facing both of us and starts to talk to my mom about his internship at my aunt's workplace.

The pajamas he is wearing are an old pair of boxer, a little short but worn loose by frequent usage.

As he ogles both of us, I notice that the tip of his dick now fully engorged is sticking out of the left leg of his boxers.

More than at the thought of what I am wearing this makes me turn red, I can’t help but loon at it.

Soon I notice both my mom and Franklin looking at me.

I missed something my mom said to me and she'swaiting for my answers.

"What?" I ask.

"I said , are you alright sweetie, you are all red and looks like you're burning." She says putting a hand on my red and hot forehead.