I said "Surely you wank?" and he said "Yes but it's not the same doing it for yourself", to which I nodded, he looked sad. I placed my hand on his kne... and said I can help you if you'd like, to which he looked at me shocked, "But it'd have to be our secret", he sadly nodded.I moved closer to him on the bench and he just looked at me as I squeezed the inside of his thigh. He sat back and I inched my hand up his thigh and he said "I've never felt so turned on before", when my hand was close to. .. but the truth. And again, please don't tell anybody.I mean, she regularly wore pantyhose or thigh highs, the lace tops which I admired on most days when she was home, since her skirts were quite short. I always knew when her period was, because she wore jeans (which made no sense to me except that she obviously didn't feel sexy during that 'god awful punishment God cursed on women' as she called it).Between her and my mother, a nurse, I grew up with nylons everywhere, and that was a good. Leah, ...Leah ...oh, ...my God!... Leah!" "I'm here, baby. Don't worry, we're not through, not by a long shot." All I could see was blurry sky as I felt my ached body rock from side to side in the lounge. she continued to work in me, thrusting in and out. The waves of pleasure started to abade but she was still driving into me. I was starting to get sensitive down there, actually every where. "Leah, please...please stop...tender now...stop the clit but...stay ...stay in me, please. stay the. She rose and brushed out the wrinkles in her dress. He stood as well, observing her.“We should gather some food,” Ethral announced, looking about the glade.“Agreed,” Gareth replied, though he did not want to part with his new companion. She smirked at him and held out a hand. He walked to her and took it in his own and they made off into the forest together.They reminisced, informing one another of their respective upbringings, the two histories obviously quite diverse. Gareth’s story ended.