Joann told me she was sorry for being so bold and I stuttered that it was no big deal and not to worry about being a normal woman. I told her she was ...ight and I admitted to her that I too masturbated. Joann was so happy that I had finally told her and promptly continued and just would not stop talking about it.She asked me how often I did it if I used a vibrator or a dildo and so much more. By the time, we had finished talking she knew when and how I learned to masturbate, right down to how. Between my left hand in her crotch and my right hand on her back she maintains her standing up position. Her hands pull my arm away and sadly I withdraw from her crotch and her pants. My hand is soaked and fragrance-filled with her essence. She is actually blushing or maybe that's a climatic bloom. "Oh my gawd, that was absolutely amazing" she gasps. "I feel a trifle guilty. I'm a married woman." "Well, I do not feel guilty at all. We were just having some fun. I won't tell your hubbie if you. Her breasts were full but not overtly huge, Matt reckoned a 32C, not that he was an expert as he was most definitely a leg and bum man. Helen's stomach was flat and toned, flaring out to her hips and long legs. Matt looked appreciatively over the young body that was stood in front of him, taking it all in. Her lingerie was expensive looking, elegant, sensual and stylish and certainly complimented her great body. "You old guys love young girls in lingerie, especially stockings and. . here goes."What is it exactly, that you desire, Patty?" I asked her as I looked closely in those stunning green eyes of hers."I — I — I can't say it, Pat," she said turning her eyes from mine. "I can't tell you what I want to tell you ... what you might want to hear, because it's so wrong, it's immoral, depraved, and most of all, it's illegal." What is, Patty? You know we can tell each other anything, anything at all. We talk about school, boys, girls ... who's pretty, who's ugly, who's.