Now when I ride at home, I usually just pull on a pair of tight fitting jeans so there’s no underwear to bunch up in the wrong places. If I need hel... with these stretch garments, would you be willing to help me, or do I need to ask J Lo?”“If you trust me, I’ll help you. But, I refuse to close my eyes.”“I’d be disappointed if you did.”“You go in the bathroom, I’ll stay out here. If you do need help, just call and I’ll do the best I can. I’ve never worn this type of garment and I’ve never gone. Mom discussed that I would be getting erections (thanks for the info mom but that’s been happening every time I see you for the last 6 months) and things build up and that there was something I could do so nighttime “accidents” didn’t happen. She called it massaging and told me in a very clinical way about masturbating and cumming (ejaculating in her words). I asked her if she massaged herself too. She was a little caught off-guard that I asked the question. Mom told me massaging was. " There're lot'sa high school freshmen chicks this short. We won't drawall that much attention." 'We'??" Well, we can hang out together now without your feeling embarrassed ofhaving a kid sister tagging along." Hang out?" Why not?" Why not??" Keep your voice down, darling." Don't act cute! Normal chicks don't run around looking all dolled upfor Easter like you do!" No, but I know how you secretly wish girls would look, right oldbuddy?" I said with a coy coral-glossed smile. "How you're tired. The drive home was a challenge. Not only did she have to contend with the infamous LA gridlock, but also the overly friendly dog that relentlessly tried lapping her face. Jillian even had to pull over once when the large Labrador leapt to the front seat and began sniffing at her crotch.A truck driver honked his horn at seeing the large dog's head buried in the slim woman's lap as it tried to get at her pussy. Luckily, his cab was too high for him to see Jillian's face."STOP THAT!" She scolded.