“Yes, but I shouldn’t let you. When you do that it makes me want to wash too long.”“I thought you said you don’t masturbate.”“I don’t....��“Trust me, Honey. Washing too long is masturbating.”“Well, I’ve never done that. My mother would have whipped me bloody if I had.”“That’s fine. But promise me this. If you decide to try, let me teach you how.”“Why?”“Because if you do it wrong, it can be very frustrating.”“We’ll see. I want to kiss you some more.”Basically, they made out like teenagers, kissing. And, when she would slide back, the moment-arm worked in reverse, relieving her g-spot while scraping his cocktip deliciously across the firm bud of her junior-high cervix.Bethany understood these physical dynamics experientially, not mathematically, for geometry class, let alone trigonometry and physics, still lay well in the eight-grade honor-roller’s future. Nonetheless, she was already Dean’s List material when it came to her expertise in enjoying her stepfather’s hefty cock.With slow,. She sipped her drink and then said simply, “Well, are we doing this or not?”I took a big gulp of my beer and stood up and took her hand and headed for the door. Alicia guided me down the street to a quiet little Italian eatery and we began having just a great time. She laughed at the stories and jokes that Tonia had long turned deaf and and tired to, and she seemed genuinely pleased to have an evening out with a guy who could speak in full sentences! The wine flowed freely but still I jumped. ." And my poor friend Clare. She had a rough time with her husbanddeserting her. Men are shits. So when I discovered the goblets I spokewith her about a way out of her position." At first she wasn't sure. She wasn't sure that she could face up to lifeas a man. After the way men have treated her. But I convinced her thatit wasn't all bad. As long as she had a tolerant and forgiving wife shecould have a far better life. Not lonely, not rejected but loved andcared for. Now who wouldn't be.