He turned a page, never taking his eyes from Amy's mother, who was without doubt stealing repeated glances of his cock and balls, quasi-exposed beneath the baggy, gaping legs of his shorts. He could feel his semi-engorged shaft hanging downward along his thigh, and nestled against his somewhat sweaty ball sac. Looking past her relatively stoic face, Ron had a good angle to see her substantial cleavage as she perched on her elbows and her breasts were pulled up away from her towel. 'Don't get a hard on....Don't get a hard on' Ron repeated over and over within his mind. 'Just stay cool and give her a nice long look.'...