Masturbate and the other 10% are liars! Now, being a very liberated lady of the 90's, I admit to having an on going love affair with the middle ... finger on my right hand. Unlike the very unpredictable male, my trusty middle digit is always, ready, it's never tired, it never wants to talk when it's over, and best of all, it doesn't think of me as a slut, or at least I think it doesn't! I'm thirty two years old now, but I still manage to get off with my own hand. HANG UP THE PHONE IN THERE!... ... Okay, I think we're all alone." Jenny, I'm going out of my mind in your body." I told him about everything that had happened since leaving the magic show. She filled me in on what happened to him. The family had gone for a long walk in Blueberry Park, then out for a pizza dinner. Everyone was surprised when "he" ordered olive pizza, since I hate olives. They had just gotten home a short while ago. "He" was doing "his" best not to say much so as not to let on. ”“Can I borrow your phone?” she asked. He handed it to her and she entered her phone number. “Now you have no excuse not to call me. You know that we don’t always have to fuck here at the House,” she hinted. “I’m sure my bed would welcome you to fuck me. I don’t have a regular boyfriend. I’m sure I can sneak you in passed my mom. Who knows, once she sees you, she may want you to fuck her too. Could you handle a horny mother and daughter to fuck?”“I know he could,” Lisa smiled. “Heather, I’ll. I missed it, a lot. My thoughts were completely innocent up to this point. Bryan's strong arm draped around my shoulders, and gently massaged my upper arm and I snuggled back into my stepson's chest and abdomen. Bryan's strong, but gentle contact seemed to trigger an emotional release within me. I started crying harder, weeping, as much chest heaved slightly in uncontrollable sobs. Bryan held me tighter, trying to calm me. I needed his comfort and contact at that moment. We cuddled and I.