Now. Back to the masturbation blues blog post. I think it was the end of May, on a Sunday. My lessons were canceled, Jorge felt great (I name my boo b...o’s and Jorge was a soft tissue ulcer in my arm/wrist.), I could finally wield my Fun Factory Toy the way god invested them to be wielded, with some force, with some speed and some slight rotations hitting ever amazing spot within me with his ridges causing me to shiver, squirm, moan and whimper in pleasure. Having already come so hard and so. As hismother returned to the book she was reading, Mark ran off to his roomin tears. He thought of taking his electric razor to the bathtub andshocking himself.His mother never changed his mind even though he tried to get hismother to understand his point of view. She even bought special shirtsfor him to wear with his male swim trunks. Even though Mark crosseddressed in private it wasn't what he wanted. He wanted to be a realgirl 24/7. What Mark's mother did do was convince him to try. As I began to fall back asleep, with that gorgeous bodied woman on my mind, I heard the shower turn off. Trying to stay awake, but dozing in and out, I heard footsteps go by. As I peaked out of the blankets, I could see Amber run by the doorway with nothing on, but a towel, which covered only her hair and shoulders. What a site and as I laid there, I remember thinking " damn, she is living here now, sweet =)". As I fell asleep, I remember dreaming that Amber invited me into the shower and that. I tried to tell them again that I wouldn’t say anything but this time Bill backhanded me in the mouth and that feeling in my tummy grew stronger. It was finally Wayne who asked me what I wanted; I told him that I just wanted to know what they were doing. I promised that I wouldn’t tell on them just let me go back inside. I really wanted to go play with myself bad and I guess my hands gave me away because as I was holding my t-shirt down to cover myself, I was rubbing myself at the same time..