"It's okay sweetie, I am not mad, things like this happen and its not like you have never seen a women naked before." But the thing is, it wasn't the ...act that I saw you naked last night that I was confessing. It was the fact that my cock got harder than I can ever remember, and not only did I masturbate while thinking about you sucking my cock, but I had a wet dream while dreaming of fucking you."She was completely blown away by what I said, she wasn't able to say anything for a while and I. He could jack himself off with one hand tied behind his back and while blindfolded, he mused. Simple, and yet in his twelve square foot sanctuary, and with his soul bound up with Daphne, even masturbation was complicated. In a way, he felt guilty, because he had betrothed himself, in his heart, to Daphne. Only she had access to his most intimate self, and to some degree, he felt he was cheating on her by masturbating. It should be her hand, not his own, he thought.He felt the cool air between. I guess the best place to begin is at the beginning. When I was young, I lived at the edge of a suburban development. It was a great place to grow up. We had neighbors close by, yet there were woods directly behind the house to play in. One of the best things about living there was our next door neighbors. They were Irish, and their parents and mine were great friends. So much so, that we were almost always at each other's house.They had a nine year old girl named Cathleen, who was the same age. Kate suggested I lie down on the sofa, which I did and Kath continued her work from the floor while Kate straddled my face burying it, almost to the point of suffocation, in her densely furry bush. From this position I was able to reach through her legs and fondle the cheeks of her arse, pulling them apart and pushing first one forefinger and then the other into her bum hole while at the same time probing between her outer cunt lips which I found without difficulty, swollen as they were, under.