. you know, giving one to yourself through masturbation?" Years ago ... yes. I mean long before I got married, long before I ever did anything with an...one, you remember," she actually smiled, referring to that very moment I'd been sitting there myself remembering. "I masturbated all the time ... almost to the point I was starting to think there was something wrong with me because of it. So yes ... most certainly I did. But never have since..." Not since?" I asked incredulously. "And you still. I stopped in mid-thrust, my cock still buried deep in Stephanie’s pussy, and I said, “Ohh, fuck!!”Stephanie turned to her left, and seeing Stephanie, said, “Ohh, shit!!!” adding to the witty discourse in the room. I pulled my cock out of Stephanie’s pussy, making an audible sound, and I flopped on my bed, yanking the sheet over the two of us, as though that made any difference.“I fucking knew it,” Casey said, stepping into the room. “I fucking knew you guys were screwing each other, but I never. "You're up awfully early for a Sunday morning," he said. She struggled to her feet and faced him, trying to be brave. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Sims walking toward them. "You've caused us no end of trouble, young lady," McTeague said. Then, so fast she had no time to defend against it, he slapped her face.It was the hardest she'd ever been slapped, and she tasted blood. He stepped back and drew his hunting knife."No," cried Sims. "Tom paid for his chance. You can't kill her yet.". Pederson. Then she scooted in to meet the people towhom she would be presenting.Mr. Pederson, the president and founder of Pederson Construction, wasa mature, well respected former engineer and founder of the company.His company mainly did small projects of various types for cities andthe county and special purpose districts, including small roadprojects. A year ago, he had bid on his first large road projectthat had federal funding, and although the project went well, he hadfound himself.