There would be girls of about my age too, but it was the grown-up women I was most interested in watching. I would see their naked bums as they towele... themselves dry, then turn around with their breasts and (being the 80s) full bushes of pubic hair between their legs visible to me. That's what sparked my interest the most. It was different to what I had under my clothes. I was too young to understand what I was seeing, yet I was still somehow storing these images into my memory, which would go. To my relief the next morning after much pushing the ball popped out of my asshole and hit the water with a splash I cleaned it off and returned it to the toy box later and laughed to myself when I saw my little b*o playing with it!When I got to be a teenager I found out about masturbating and I also found an old soldering iron my old man had in the basement I was old fashioned and had a large thick long end with a long spike coming out the other I got some wax and melted it and coated the. Hank ran his fingers over the nipples of his new breasts and then across the new set of lips he now possessed in his crotch. He shivered in response to both of his caresses. Just then Carla spoke to him from the door to the room, making Hank jump."Having fun?" she said.Hank blushed deeply, the effect more pronounced by his new, paler, complexion. A trait of true redheads. Carla helped Hank put on the bra she borrowed from her mother's room. It was a Victoria's Secret, Miracle Bra and was. When I went back to my own room, every once in a while I would hear Mom cry when she was in bed. Sometimes I would hear her moaning and what sounded like crying but it was different from when she normally cried. I just figured that she was really sad on those nights she cried differently but I wasn't sure why she was moaning.As I got older, I realized why she was moaning. She wasn't sad, just horny. Other than when she was in bed, she was a fairly happy person. She never said that she wanted a.