I often thought about the incident in the cave…I continually cast my mind back to the stranger pumping his engorged penis in his hand and his sperm ...xploding over me. I would masturbate dreamily until, once again, I lost myself to the magic of orgasm. I wondered if he was doing the same thing as he thought back to the vision of the nude girl in the cave. I hoped so…and I would bring myself off again at the thought.Later that year my parents decided we would visit St David’s in Wales for a week.. .. he didn’t. I had to think of something. OK. I knew I could count on dad. He’d understand. He’d listen. He’d be on my side. The kids; I had the girls. Bass wouldn’t...I reached Sycamore Street, I pulled up, got out, and went to the front door. No one was there. I was at a complete loss. What was I supposed to do? A neighbor saw me and walked across the street. She was an older lady, a lady I’d come to like very much, an old friend of Margaret’s.She reached me, “Sarah we’re all so sorry.”I. "Start playing with it with your hands for a while then lick and kiss it as I showed you. I'll watch and coach."I enthusiastically stroked his shaft with one hand and tweaked around the rim with the other. "Go easy," Joe reminded me. I gently kept my hands moving on the cock for a couple of minutes. "Put you tongue and lips to it," Joe commanded. I tilted the cock up with a hand and licked the underside up and down. Then I put my lips over the head and sucked and blew on the rim while gently. As Melissa walked in, she saw it was very plush. There was a softly lit anteroom with leather upholstered stools in front of a long mirror and a narrow counter.Deborah sat on one of the stools and patted on another to encourage Melissa to sit down. Melissa gathered her dress to sit, but Deborah stopped her, “Nope.” Melissa paused, looking puzzled. Deborah explained, “When you’re dressed like that, you’re supposed to sit with your naked bottom on the stool and let your skirt hang over. Even when.