This place and this talk aren’t for Mr. anything.”What I didn’t point out to him was his cock had come awake and was beginning to stir.“So, wh...t were you going to say?”“I don’t know. Just that I want to do it all the time.”“So? Do it.”“But one of the guys said…”I interrupted again. “I know, you’re gonna go blind or grow hair in the palm of your hand. That’s gone on since the first caveman beat off. It’s all more bullshit. You can do it as often as you wish as many times as you want. Nothing’s. And of course I did. By the time my folks got home that evening, I had masterbated a half dozen times. Each time, I would take the panties off immediately afterward, and swear I would never do that again, only to find myself back in the panties within an hour. The next day, I searched through my sisters drawers and found a different pair to try on. I also found a bra, which I just had to try on. Each day, for the rest of the summer, I would go into my sister's room, and find new things to try. As we swung back into the blues beat I glanced her way again and my eyes almost popped out of my head! She was squeezing an engorged nipple with one hand while the other was up under her mini, her thong shoved to the side revealing a tasty baby smooth pussy for god and country to see. Her fingers where glistening wet from her juices as she plundered her twat in time to the tune, her other hand snaking under her tank to fondle her incredible hooters. Her head was thrown back in total. ’ Reluctantly Brenda and Mona stripped. In the kitchen we had a big wood stove it even had a part that heated water. The wood box was getting low and the girls were about to put the heart and liver on. Brenda went out to the garden for some onions and some pole beans I went and dug up some potatoes and brought them in and went back for wood and filled the wood box. I had a hard on coming back in from the cold and mom said, ‘We should get the blood off us,’ so we left Mona and Brenda to make.