!HUH....??I stood there flabbergasted! He already bloody well knew what I damnedwell wanted....!Then realising he was deliberately taking the mickey I...suddenly lost mytemper completely and told him I was throwing him out now or I'd call thepolice to come round and do it for me!Suddenly he burst into hysterical tears ....!!I've never been so astonished in my life!The sight of a six-foot five giant who had been a drinking pal for yearssuddenly blubbing his heart out like a schoolgirl was nothing. The longer I lay there the wickeder my thoughts became. Would that thing feel as good as it looked? How would it feel sliding in and out of me? Were his balls as entrancing as his cock? I hadn't seen them clearly, would he wake if I tried to look at them? How much cum could he unload when he got off? Could he make me get off? I wondered if I should ask Bridget those questions but quickly decided that would be unwise. I self-consciously slipped a hand into my panties and massaged my cunt while. If I had hugged Grandpa I probably would have embarrassed myself and came in my pants. Which would not be fun or easy to hide in these pants. I finally reached the toilet and pulled off the material that was restricting my lower lips.“Oh shoot. How the heck do I do this?” I asked myself.How in the world could I not know how to masturbate as a girl. It was so easy as a male. And why the heck is the urgency to cum not going away? I tried touching myself but that didn’t work. I guess I was making. I had to be the first to have this handsome young man, to make him want to use me.I was doing what was expected at school, five a day, but it was, for the most part, boring. A lot of the current males were barely adequate, just wealthy children. Most last only a couple of minutes, some less. I could see his groin was bulging, and he was blushing and sweating.OK, most of this is in that handbook, I told him. You rise at six-thirty, copulate, she'll be here waiting outside the door, shower down.