I know it sounds crazy, but I would masturbate to my heart’s content over dirty magazines my friends and I swapped around, or to the thought of some...of the sexier girls at my school, but I would keep all thoughts of Miss Martin out of my mind while I was doing it. I didn’t say I was normal, did I?Saturday rolled around, as it always does, and of course, there was no school for two days. Over breakfast, my dad said, “Eric Weston’s invited us over to his place for lunch today. He’s having a. I massaged her hand and asked, “Are you not getting sleep?” She said, “I am nervous.” I moved my hand from her hand on to her tummy. She jerked and asked what I am doing.I said, “Nothing just making you feel comfortable.” She had a questioning face. I started to massage her navel over her top. She was shaking and told me to stop. Then I turned her to my side and place my hand on her hip. She saw my eyes and asked, “What you are planning to do?”I said, “I won’t do anything but you will do.” She. I moved my thumb in a circular motion, making me moan a little bit louder. My legs spread out and I finally slid down a bit in my seat, adding another finger to my wet hole. I could feel myself throbbing around the intrusion, moaning again I began to curl my fingers towards my belly button, moaning out again, eyes shut tight. "Oh my god, yes." I whispered and sunk my teeth into my lip, swallowing hard as my fingers viciously attacked my own g-spot. My body was squirming just a little bit in my. Which is just as well since I felt like a schoolboy.I'd felt that way since yesterday. I'd found the most prominent example of the type coma I'd spent my short career studying in a boy who had one of the most mangled bodies I'd seen short of the 7:00 newscasts from Viet Nam.I'd come out to break the news and the most beautiful woman I'd ever seen was sitting next to the girl who'd been hanging on to the boy for dear life as they brought him into the emergency room. There was another teen with.