Make it go away.. Masturbate.”“I can't with you watching.”“Fine.” She turned around, facing the foot of her bed. “Go ahead.”“Can I go ...o the bathroom?”“No.”Laying back I gave in to my fate, and began stroking myself. My eyes were closed, I was picturing myself fully dressed, feeling my breasts, rubbing my crotch, and getting in to jacking off.Opening my eyes for a moment I saw my sisters reflection in the mirror. She was still in her pajamas, hand pinched between her thighs. Was she. When we’d finished molesting our girlfriend—for the moment—I could see the heart engraved on the carnelian stone. It seemed to pulse with her heartbeat.Classes started on Wednesday—for what that was worth. I was sympathetic to Annette because she had a class called Literature Tradition that, of course, involved reading about fifty books while she was still struggling to get her novel drafted. She hadn’t let anyone but Les read what she had so far. She spent five hours with Les and Susan on. " She blinked back tears. "I guess I'll be calling that assoon as I get back home."Toni accompanied her home, and sat in as Debbie dialed the number."Big Star Resources, Sam Ryan speaking, is that you Brian?" answered thedeep baritone voice on the other end of the phone."Um, no, my name is Debbie Gra.." Debbie Graham! Sorry, just recognized the area code. I'm a fan, Brianhas very obviously mentioned you before." There was a pause. "Is therea problem Debbie?"Debbie nodded, then realized. She said I've always wanted to be fisted , but I could never get any one to go slow enough to do it. I said I just stuck it in..shes that loose. Well pull it out and get dressed , your dark spot on your pants is gone and you can go across the street to McDonalds to get us some coffe and something to eat. I did , when I got back my wife was in the shower and Ann let me in. I asked her quietly did you tell her what I did? She said now what good would that have done? Oh man I like the nicer Ann I.