Therewas never any question of not doing it. This is what women did to theirmen, for the Parade. That's what families in Little Wick did.Of course, th...re was good natured rivalry between the families, and aconsiderable amount of secrecy over what the men would be wearing onthe first Saturday in June each year. The prize was nothing more than asmall silver cup but the winning family (or at least the females of thefamily) would display it with understandable pride until the nextParade. Given that. I sit down stradle him and guide his dick into me. When i set all the was down i pulked my shirt off 1 .2.3 quick thrust i was commingWave after wave of orgamic lust cam over me It didnt stop for 10 minutes. When the last one hit i tensed up and fell forward on his chest.passed out for i dont know how long.When i woke i was in a fog.All the energy drained from me.My legs were weak .i set back up leaned back and realized Doug was still in me and still rock hard.I tried to rise up and pull him. If not a full-on masturbation addict, I’m certainly an emotional masturbator. When I’m sad, happy, grouchy, or just bored, my hand automatically reaches down into my underwear and onto my cock. I can hardly be left alone for a few minutes on a comfortable piece of furniture without rubbing myself. Hotels are the worst—often, the only place to sit down is a bed, so I’m basically just touching myself the entire time I’m in the room.My first memories of masturbating are from when I was about 9 or. We were a bottle down. I was lying on her bed. She asked if I wanted anything else with a beer. I naughtily said, “A sexy girl on top of mine”.She smiled and to my surprise, she took a last sip from the bottle and sat on my lap asking, “Like this?”I was surprised and couldn’t believe she was on me. She bent down and kissed my lips. We kissed for about 10 minutes. My cock was rock solid and she could feel that. She was rubbing her ass on my dick while kissing me. I could literally see her big.