So I decided to take advantage of it and started my sex game. I wanted to see how long it took to get a guy off. I soon realized it was fun for me, bu... not to fun for him. But I had to learn more about my body. So I figured there was only one way to do that and that was masturbation. You heard me right! I love touching myself, getting myself wet, tasting myself. And I do taste pretty good. And when I cum, its a whole new taste, Yummy! Who wouldnt like it? As l learned what my body wanted and. ”Nothing happened.She spoke the words one more time with the same result.She felt stupid. She knew that things like this weren’t real. But in her heart was a smidgen of hope that it was. At least she’d come here to see for herself and to put her mind at ease about the entire situation.Lowering the stone, she located her friends. She took one step and tripped, falling to the ground and cutting open her hand. In a fit of rage she threw the hole-stone across the circle and cried.She felt the arms. She had impressed her own memories on me, but not all of her memories. Those dealing with her married life were private to herself and her lost husband so I had a strange combination of experience and naivet? to work with in understanding how to act. She had opened herself to me in a most strange and intimate manner, yet there were still things I didn't feel I could talk about with her. This morning when Mother needed something from the other chamber and left us alone for a few minutes, I. We had become friends in the fifth grade when he ran off some bullies who were picking on me. I was a skinny sissy k** who was an easy target for the bigger k**s in school. After that we hung out together during lunch and at recess. At first, I helped him with his homework, and then did it for him. He picked on me, and would hold me down and tickle me and feel me up. After a while, he would hug me, and feel me all over. I really liked the attention he paid me, and hugged him back. That summer.