I was masturbating, too, of course, I was sixteen, after all, and my dick was hard all the time just begging for relief. And relieve it, I did. Lot an... lots.One evening, I was watching the TV in my room with my shorts and briefs pulled down, stroking up and down, when my door opened and she walked in.I scrambled to cover myself but from her look, I knew she must have seen what I was doing though she said nothing, just asked me if I still had something that I'd borrowed from her earlier in the. I'm so glad that she felt we were strong enough for her to finally deal with the conflict she's been carrying around inside for so long. Maybe now she'll relax and be more like the girl I fell in love with and married all those years ago? That would be the greatest gift of all to me as a couple.I clicked on the browser tab for the bisexual forum I'd already signed up on. Clicking on one of the tabs at the top of the screen, I showed her the profile I'd put together, explaining to her how I. Sweat was pouring off her forehead, down her chest and down her back. Just a little more. Just a little more. Then the lines touched, and he heard a loud click. Exhausted, she let go of the handles and let out a deep breath. She had to sit and catch her breath for a few moments. Then she wiped the sweat from her forehead and reached down to feel the floor with her toes. She couldn't touch the floor with her toes. Even though her toes were only a few inches above the floor, the sensation of. "Oh that's a pity. I was looking forward to something more exciting than nothing."The girl realised that something was on offer but she wasn't sure what. Her fingers lingered a little longer on Cye's rump before becoming a little bolder. They tried exploring the earlier place but Cye shifted modestly and slid her rump further up the bed. Not so fast however that the girls hands couldn't follow. She reached forwards and rested her knee on the bed. Cye let out a little muted whinny as the girls.