Mom and dad could possibly hear us!”“But that’s how it is called... Masturbation. But if you feel better with ‘pumping the pussy’, ‘finger...ng’, ‘jill off’ or ‘beating the bean’ I will call it that way.”, I smiled.She once again turned bright red: “Stop it, please! Call it ‘masturbate’ but please don’t use the others again, O.K.?”“As you wish, my little prudish sis. By the way when did you start to ‘masturbate’?”“I think I started with it when I was 12. My friends told me that they have done it. He tried anyway. It was painful. It only made him more frustrated. He didn't know what hurt more, attempting to grip, which caused pain in his damaged wrist, or the cast in his palm scr****g against his thin-skinned shaft. He sat on his mother's bed, trying to jerk his cock, winching in pain, groaning with frustration."Josh?! What are you doing?"He looked up to find Lisa standing at the doorway. He never heard her come back."Is that my undergarments? Oh Josh, what is going on here?"Josh was in. ”“Don’t I get a turn with the strap-on?” Lexie asked.“No, this strap-on is for me to fuck you with so you won’t miss that boy’s cock when you are with me,” Lori explained. “I don’t have a boyfriend, so I don’t need a dick in me.”Lexie shrugged her shoulders.“Get on the bed and lift your legs, so that your pussy is in the air for me. I want us both to see as my dick slides into your cunt,” Lori commanded as she spread the complimentary sample of lube on the full length of the strap-on.Lexie. I told her the thought of watching David sucking off another guy was a very big fantasy of mine. That’s when the guys yelled into the kitchen to see what was taking so long. Mary just kind of winked at me and then we went back out to the patio.We got back into the game and this time, I won over David. I couldn’t help but look over at Mary as though I was debating whether to go for it or not. Mary smiled and nodding her head up and down, said “Yes, yes, do it!” So, I kind of shyly looked over to.