It was her best friend Lucy wanting a chat about the latest topic of conversation i.e. sex, since Lucy had confided she had recently lost her virginit.... After a few minutes of graphic descriptions from Lucy, Cathy found herself rubbing her cunt through her knickers again and getting moist as Lucy described the sex act to her down the phone. Lucy asked if Cathy had so much as seen a mans cock yet.She just blurted it out to her friend. “I saw dad wanking once”.“Wow” said Lucy “ did it turn you. Show me what you can do with it!” I sat there for a second. I had only beaten off in front of someone else a hand full of times. The idea of beating off when her mouth was right there seemed such a waste. It seemed like.. such a .. such an erotic fantasy. “Come on, Bryan. Fuck your fist like you want to fuck your wife’s ass. Make it hard and squeeze it like her dirty hole would as you pounded her!!” As I wrapped my hand around my cock, I watched mesmerized as she leaned up in the chair.. We are the Silent Generation.We are the smallest number of children born since the early 1900s. We are the “last ones.”We are the last generation, climbing out of the depression, that can remember the winds of war and the impact of a world at war which rattled the structure of our daily lives for years.We are also the last to remember ration books for everything from gas to sugar to lard to shoes to stoves.We saved tin foil and poured fat into tin cans for the war effort.We collected scrap iron. Arthur did as he was asked. After he lay comfortably on his back, under the seat, looking upwards, Angela fitted him with a leather dog-collar attached to the hooks under the seat. She then invited Mary, to take a seat over Arthur, so that he could look up into her grandmotherly, sparsely-fringed cunt. She then shackled his hands to his legs, using a pair of looped dog-chains. He looked most uncomfortable. The women obviously took delight in Arthur’s discomfort. To relieve strain on the collar,.