I don’t know what brought this fit on. No, that’s not quite right. I do know. It was Kevin Westcott. Or rather, it was the last three days I had ...pent with an old friend from high school. Everything had been perfect. He was cute and kind. There was romance and passion. All of the cares of my life melted away. There was just him: with his goofy smile, puppy dog eyes and the promise of safety and security and love. When we were in high school together, none of the girls—myself included—ever. On the same day, I pinged her on WhatsApp. She responded sometime later. I asked her are you really married?She shared 2 of her pics along with her hubby. She said she is 32 years old. I was shocked for a moment. I asked her how are you maintaining such a great figure at 32 for which she replied in anger (how could you use word figure with the person whom you met 2 days back).Then I responded saying you have a great figure and you are looking hot so I expressed my feelings. She laughed. For. I loved masturbating - a bit too much, so I'd tried to put myself on hold and this was the payback my body was giving me. I pulled up the plug from the bottom of the tub and got out, grabbing the large towel from the rack and gently dabbing it over my body. I was still wet though, in more than one way and I could feel the moistness between my legs and the gentle tug of desire in my stomach calling for me to please myself or better yet - for someone else to please me. I hadn't been in a. I’m wondering how she feels about it. I, her father, made her cum. That is so wrong. Absolutely not accepted socially. I hope no one will ever find out about this.And I can’t stop thinking about how this shaving experience must have felt from Ava’s perspective. She was clearly aroused - I saw her wetness, her enlarged clitoris. Is it just a mechanical reflex? What was she thinking about? Was she imagining someone else shaving her, giving her pleasure? Her ex-boyfriend? A crush of hers? Or did.