Two or three hours later I was walking through the deck when the need to use the bathroom came to me in my rush to get there I didn’t notice when in...tead of entering the men’s room I accidently entered the women’s room. Using one of the stalls I pulled out my cock and went about using the bathroom after a couple of seconds I finished and put my junk away when I heard the bathroom door open and the sound of females talking to each other.Scarred for a second I sat down and waited for them to. So I got an eyeful and in response, called out, 'Paper', released the letter box lid with the paper stuck in.I coded my little book with a star opposite his name, a coding that only I understood, and a date and time, this little book was rapidly filling up with men, desirous of their perception of 'Fresh Meat' and 'Innocence'. I was learning fast, these eyefuls were causing a seismic shift in my sexual patterns, I was not fazed, in fact I was getting into the habit of looking forward to seeing. We continued on with men and women spread out at about two foot intervals scraping along the road to be sure we were in it and those on the right looking for a large rectangular plate, namely a sign! We walked about three hundred feet and one of the men with a shovel heard his blade hit something that was neither rock nor dirt! We marked our places and moved toward him. Using shovels lightly, we removed the dirt and there was a sign that looked to be upside down. We moved under it and a few of. ”“Trish was the one that taught Froggy and me how to ... um, you know.” Oops.Ms. Sloane tilted her head. Looking at me much like my mother and a certain aunt do from time to time. It’s a look that says ‘don’t dick around, tell me all.’ Or else.“Masturbate.” I sort of gushed it out, not a subject about which I now wished had never burbled to the surface, topic-wise... “Oh?”“She found out, discovered, porn. Taught Froggy and me how to surf ... and ... you know.”“And masturbate.”I nodded, somewhat.