In the park I did it sitting on a bench while paging through my new magazines. Sometimes I stuffed toilet paper inside my pants to absorb the wetness ...hen I ejaculated, others I just came in my pants.Similarly, years later when I resumed regular masturbation. Whenever I purchased some new mags, I would drive to a quiet place, park and masturbate in the car before taking my mags home. In all these circumstances I would work my erection against my belly by pressing my hand against the front of my. I..I'm...ohhhhhhhh...cumming....ohhh damn you're so fucking big and good. .ahhhhhiiiieeEEEEEE.”......I had to bite my hand to keep from screaming out like a banshee as Steve pounded his dick in even deeper. His cock was so hot and stiff and he still had inches that he could persecute my pussy with and I begged him to give them to me. Just then my mother screamed loudly and we could both hear her pleading, "Fuck me, oh god do it hard, hurt it, yes, yes, oh god I'm cumming again!". Steve. I would have to make it a point to talk to the Chief, see if I could understand that a little better. Seemed counter intuitive somehow.Still, my best fuel consumption with a good cruising speed seemed to be right at forty knots and sixty-seven percent power where the fuel rate of 132GPH. At that rate, I could run the boat for thirty-eight hours straight. I could drop down to thirty knots and increase my motor range by twenty-five hours or add almost seventy hours at twenty knots and extending. I'm glad his daughter didn't catch his eye, too.But now that we have only each other, it is paramount that we face this problem together, except I don't think Bethany considers it a problem. She's quite self assured and well adjusted. She knows that this phenomenon does not constitute actual sex by any standards, so she is probably enjoying the best of both worlds, as it were.Ed had been dead for maybe eight months now and, since he was close to Bethany, I figured she grew attached to him and.