These were the things I desperately wanted in everyday life, but felt such an opposition in going into them full throttle. I loved my girl friends and...they were more than supportive in helping me to reach my feminine needs and desires. They even encouraged me into "just doing it", meaning, who says I couldn't wear make-up or cute outfits, or do my hair and nails like they did? After running out of excuses and cultivating a little courage I finally did it. I went for it and took them up on their. The chosen movie showed some guys using toys to masturbate women. Huge toys, like those Anita used…As the movie ended, I found myself absolutely aroused; my cock was aching inside my trousers. I stripped off and caressed my hardened dick.Then I decided… why not?... to use in me any of Anita’s toys…Looking into her wardrobe, I found a very realistic ten inches’ rubber dick, black color and thick as my wrist, with all veins well marked. It looked like a real African huge cock. I had never seen my. There was just something about him: He was funny, cheeky, confident, and really good looking. I couldn't help but let my mind wander throughout our shift, thinking about us meeting up outside work and doing things that I, as a married woman shouldn't do with anyone else other than my husband.Fitz and I are both from Northern Ireland and the only two in the station. This helped us bond and we became very friendly and talked regularly. At first, our conversations were platonic, just getting to. I rubbed my hand over my face and made my way to my dad's room. I needed to talk to him about it. I quickly tip toed up to his bedroom door and pressed my ear against it. A strange muffling sound came from inside. I carefully opened the door, being sure not to make a sound in case he was asleep. My jaw dropped at what laid before me. My dad was masturbating... I shuddered and gaged a little. Just as I were about to turn away, he groaned my name. "Naomi..." I froze dead in my tracks. He couldn't.