Forcing myself to hold off, my legs closed, holding the vibrator in place so I could use that hand to grab my breast. My clit was on fire as my finger... tormented it over and over again. I twisted my nipple and pulled just as my body finally said, 'enough'. I felt the pulling deep inside my whole being and I shook as I reacted with back to back orgasms. I felt a powerful release that seemed to go on forever. As I opened my mouth, I threw my head back against the shower wall to scream. The never. That afternoon, ashamed and sick of my preDICKament- I took out my father's hatchet. There I was, standing in the middle of my grandmother's room in front of her giant, ornate mirror, screaming at my reflection. I pulled out my dick and started yelling at it- spittle (little bits of spit) landing on the shaft "do it! you pussy!" i shouted. I raised the hatched and was about to end my problems when suddenly the ghost of my great-grandfather, Coxton Biggs, appeared in the mirror. "It's not always. I was making good time on the empty highway, that was until we got a blowout. I made my way across the lane and to the right shoulder making note of the last mile marker we pasted. Sadly and surprisingly finding the spare was also flat we called for assistance. It took some time coming so I did my best to tease him both visually and mentally. When the guy did show up all he had to offer was a toe to the next jerk water town where we could get the tire fixed in the morning. The only luck was. "Did I say you could stop?" No sorry" Get the vibrator out of your bag, put it up you, turn it on then shut your legs and leave it there"After that he made me expose my tits so that whenever we drew alongside another fairly high vehicle the occupants would be able to see them. The first man I noticed looking made me avert my eyes in shame but after a while I started enjoying it.We drove for about twenty minutes; we were in the New Forest. It was still light but the sun was going down now. We.