" Mom frowned and I seriously doubted the woman had ever masturbated in her life, which wasn't a thought I wanted very much.I wasn't getting through t... her at all. Any book which had a whole chapter devoted to a nineteen-year-old masturbating in a bathtub while remembering her very first kiss had to be pornographic, no matter how beautifully written it might be."Girls do that, Mom," I sighed. "Oprah liked it. Did you see me on her show?" But my mom wasn't much of an Oprah Winfrey fan. Of course, Roland didn't mind; a quick roll in the grass with a sexy blond bimbo or two took his mind off his heavy chores for the few minutes it took to pork one or the other of them, then it was 'everybody back to work' just like nothing had happened.It wasn't so much that Roland and his two wives fucked each other as much as they could manage, what with the crazy work schedule; it was the fact that the two women completely ignored Rick Colby, except to tell him what to do, or give him an. “Mary you don’t have to.” Looking into her understanding eyes, I know I am not stopping. “No, I want to I’m afraid of not doing it right.” “Do what feels right.” And I do. I kiss her lips and with a moan she lays back down. I kiss her again, lower this time. This time when my lips touch hers I slide my tongue into her warm wet folds and lick up. She is so wet and sweet that I want to get more of her. I push my tongue in further and slowly lick up taking her sweet juices to the top and suck. .. do I have to do it all myself?" "That's what Rocky wanted. Would you do it for Rocky and for me? Rocky said you'd enjoy it more and Rocky knows best." By now Rosie was totally overcome by the powerful post-hypnotic suggestions. Now laid on the bed, her fingers busy, she insisted I help. "Ben, hello, anyone home? Get the fuck here and stop gawping." I was in my own trance, totally absorbed in watching Rosie's fingers. I'd said 'Rocky' a number of times but I wasn't the hypnotist. Rosie didn't.