."She quickly replied, "You were masturbating, I could hear you."We both knew she was right, there was no denying it. She walked over to my desk and s...t down, at eye level with me.She said, "It's alright. It's only natural, there is no reason to hide it." After another moment she said, "In fact, I masturbate too, and I know you can hear me when I do."She leaned in and gave me a calming, motherly kiss on the forehead. I said, "If you know I can hear you, why do you continue?" She openly. Time went on and it became more frequent and once in a while I or he would bring a movie over with good sex scenes. Actual good scenes. Great scenes, in fact. We did this so frequently that we became very comfortable with one another and even eventually we couldn't help but make jokes about each other when we would get boners.Eventually you couldn't help but to make the joke of whipping out your dick and swinging it around.Inevitably you couldn't help but to examine each other’s dicks when he. You can spray my whole body with your cum, I’ll massage it in. BUT… Stay away from my arse hole, that’s sacred. You understand boy?”I didn’t think I had a choice in the matter; I nodded with eyes closed as best I could with her tight grip on my throat.But that seemed not enough for her, she said, “Look at me boy… when a female of the species asks you to do something have the decency to look her in the eye.”I opened my eyes and nodded; she had a stare to scare the best of any man alive. She let. This story involves someone I knew from my university days. Jenny (name changed) was my junior and was decent looking. She had a good body build with medium height. It was more of formal friendship with hi and bye as we happened to travel on the same college bus. I did not even bother to be in contact with her. I had no idea that I would meet her again.It was during last summer that I happened to come across her in a mall. We greeted each other and had usual small talk when we meet someone from.