The next week, after graduation, I got a text from John, asking me what I planned to do that day. After telling him I had nothing planned, he asked if...I wanted to hang out. I said sure. We both agreed to go to the park down the street from my house, and hang out for a bit. I got ready, dressing in my tightest jeans and a low-cut tank top. When I first saw him, I ran up to hug him because I had missed him. After we sat down I noticed how he sat closer to me than he usually had before, but I let. - I don’t know, Yes....?- Do you masturbate?- Yes ...- Yes, I believe you do. How many times a day do you do it, sweetie?- Two or three times ...?Michelle squeezed me harder, almost chocking my dick.- I mean… seven or eight?- Seven or eight ... that’s more plausible. Here. Bend over, sweetie.I leaned over and felt her delicate fingers brushing gently around my balls, like singing on a piano, barely touching my swollen tight scrotum and then I felt a finger climbing up my taint all the way to my. I looked down at her with her eyes closed and mouth half open as I pounded her relentlessly, pushing her to her breaking point. “Fuck! I'm about to cum, I'm about to cum all over your cock honey!” Right on cue. I looked at Rita who still had that envious look on her face and grinned her grin, the patented evil Rita grin. She stopped rubbing her pussy out of confusion and looked on as mom was about to explode in orgasm, but that moment never came. As soon as mom got to the point of no return,. .” I struggled for words. “I mean, Karen is such a lovely little girl. How could anyone not love her?”“Well, there we are. Perhaps you have some idea of what I was like before Roger died.”Saturday, the next day, they picked me up from the boatyard and, suitably equipped with weekend bags, we set off for Peterborough.A little diversion, here. My parents, much as I love them, had me late; they are quiet, reserved, old-fashioned. I didn’t anticipate any problem, but likewise didn’t quite know how.