"I'll be just as bad whether I'm a girl or a boy." I've read all about those boy racers. I'm glad you won't turn out to beone." Unless I'm the world'... first girl racer." Very funny Samantha. Now let's get to the mall before all the goodbargains are gone."The drive over was kind of fun as mum and I both sang along to the radioand I found that my voice seemed to be very musical and not like it usedto, a frog in a blender. The mall seemed to be full of people but italways was. Mum took the. I stood over the sink and stroked my throbbing cock fast and hard and in less than a minute, I shot a stream of jism into the wash basin and onto the back of the sink and onto the lower part of the mirror. It was the hardest orgasm I had had in years.I was shocked, amazed and a bit ashamed that I had gotten so aroused; in fact, I couldn’t remember the last time I had masturbated. It wasn’t that I didn’t enjoy it or thought there was anything wrong with it; I just hadn’t been in the mood. And. Ronnie had hiked her dress up and was using her panty free pussy and pelvic bone to grind on my ass. Ronnie had my tits in her hands and continued rubbing and humping her hairless coochie on my ass. The juices from her soaked coochie were all over my ass. My breaking point was very close. When I heard Katrina yell out, “OH SHIT…SHIT…SHIT”, that is all it took for my tingling pussy to let loose with a flood of cum. I was moaning so loud that all eyes were now on me. Ronnie had to hold me up. Wilcox was in Vietnam.”I chuckled, thinking about youth and their concept of time. “No, Vietnam was a bit before my time. My war was more recent.”“Maybe you knew each other in Washington. Mr. Wilcox used to work there.”Confused, I asked, “Where in Washington, the only time I was there was to visit my ex-wife, in Seattle. That was a long time ago.”“Not Washington state, Washington DC. Mr. Wilcox worked for the justice department.”“Well, that pretty much chinches it. The closest I’ve been to DC.