" Well, I don't do it, it doesn't work, it doesn't do anything." What do you mean, it doesn't work?" I tried what my friends all talk about and it did...nothing, it was dumb." You tried masturbating and it didn't work?" Yes, if you must know. It was nothing. Big deal. I can't understand why you or anyone else does it." Well, I can tell you why I do it, it feels awesome, just great. When I make myself cum, it's just the best feeling." Yeah, okay, but girls don't shoot like boys, maybe that's the. Sick.He glanced guiltily at me. His thoughts, although truthful, were also a test to determine if I'd turned off my thought switch. I gave him an innocent smile. Playing the same game with my father over the years gave me an edge.She says she knows about my dark side, my mental secrets, but still she loves me. How can she? She knows about Jane, my first cousin, knows I fucked her, knows I actually committed incest instead of merely fantasizing about it. She knows I planned to spend the summer. . After a few moments, I heard footsteps slowly approaching me from behind. I didn’t turn, but continued my stroking. The touch of hands on my back and sides sent chills over me. While one hand caressed my exposed ass, and the other hand slipped around me and replaced my hand, taking over my jerking. My visitor moved around in front of me and sat down on the beach chair. Leaning back, he pulled me towards him, having me straddle the chair over his face. He looked up and began to lick my. When I got to my father’s big office on the top floor, I knocked and went in. When he got off the phone, he looked up and smiled. “You hired all those girls?” I asked. He smiled and nodded. “Every single one. Now let me explain something; I promised them that if they needed refreshing, that means sex, all they had to do was ask. I have one almost every day, usually after lunch. Your job is to back me up.” I shook my head and asked him to explain. “You’ve fucked some girls, haven’t you?” I.