For the balance of dinner, Devon was sure the woman's hand had left a permanent impression on his thigh. It still felt warm and tingly. He quickly devoured his portions and excused himself to go to the bathroom. Once inside, he stood on top of an old step-stool that gave him enough height to reach the back of the uppermost shelf. It was there he knew some type of nudie magazine would most likely be found -- and to his delight -- it was there. He pulled his pants down, sat on the toilet, and thumbed to a full color, glossy image of a brunette with pendulous breasts, nipples the size of saucers, and a bush covered deceptively by a narrow band of fine linen. In seconds the boy's cock was erect. He considered his time and began pumping his fist along the swollen member. Each upward stroke pushed him closer to an orgasm and the release he so needed. Turning the page, the same woman was bent over, her breasts now appearing twice the size they had on the previous page. Bearing down, Devon was about to shoot his load when a series of knocks interrupted him. Devon, are you okay?" Mrs. Albright asked timidly. Yeah, fine...just a little...you know...constipated," he said, lying. His penis now hung limply between his legs, with a long string of pre-cum reaching to the water in the bowl. "I'll be out in a sec." Don't worry," she said. "Take your time. I just wanted to make sure you weren't sick."