.. the memories of who I was, they're tearing thesenew feelings away. At first I thought it was the other way around, thatthe new feelings were tearin... me away from my real self but that's justone way of looking at it."Mark looked down. "Are you saying that you want t-" Yes, exactly. I want to be yours. I need to be yours with every fiberof my being. I think it's my fate and I'm... I want to accept it."He sat silently."Make me forget, Mark. Make me forget the cynical old man I once was.Let me. A simple son-mother chat, but to me it was so much more. Just talking with him about his jacking off was turning me on. The way he looked, his hair sort of messy but neat at the same time, youth can get away with that 'whatever' look; his jeans, the bulge in the crotch, the way I needed to help him relax. "Can I ask you something?" "Robert, Baby please, I want you to ask me anything you want." He looked at me, cleared his throat and said so quietly, "How can a woman masturbate?" The. There I sat on the closet floor in my robe holding a vibrator. I was already tingly down there form the excitement of finding such a naughty secret box. I clicked it back on and it silently thrummed in my hands. My heart was pounding in my ears and I knew this might be my only chance to use something like this, at least until I went away to college in the fall. I spread my legs and touched the wand to the crotch of my panties. I jumped! I had never felt anything like that. It didn't hurt but it. As I looked around the yard at the men they would look back at me, when I looked at her she was now laying back on the grass with something holding he pelvis up to my mouth, then two men from the party, the one the other night, had their cucks in her mouth one after another, her husband was under one of men sucking on his balls, I looked back where the men were and saw the wood fence with my wast to rear of me on their side as two men spread my legs, they put a funnel between my legs, the hose.