" If I do that hard enough and for the right amount of time, I can cum just doing that, without being touched anywhere else." No way!" It's the truth....We can try that later if you want. Right now I would like to be touched somewhere else, if you please." I think I know where, Mom." I think you do too, Meg. Have you ever touched a girl there before?" Just kind of petting, usually on top of panties and stuff. I've touched myself a lot." I know you have. So, do you wanna ... mmmmmmmmmm ... I guess. Wo bhi kuchh chah raha tha par hum dono aage badhne me dar rahe the. Thode der me use laga ki mai so gayi hu to usane mera hath uthaya aur apne dick ke pas iss tarah rakh diya ki touch ho sake. Mai samajh gayi ki wo kya chahta hai par mai chup rahi. Uske dick me hulchal hone lagi. Maine sone ka natak karte huye use boli ki blanket ke under aa jaye. Usne ansuna kar diya to maine kambal kheencha aur usake pairon pe dalte huye apna hath fir se uske dick par rakh diya. Dono ki halat kharab ho rahi. Though it's more of a novella than a letter really, and not just any old novella but one of those really dreary Henry James novellas that insist on telling you where the tablecloth was made and how many pieces of cutlery were on the table and what cakes were served and in which order. Now I love a bit of late Victorian chick-lit as much as the next girl but in an advice column letter? What's wrong with just saying 'Hey Cummies, I'm thinking about taking cocks up my bumhole, any advice?' Why do. Stephanie had cooked home-made Italian food for dinner, and she had a bottle of lambrusco to go with it. She asked me if I drank red wine, and I told her I had some now and again, so we both had a couple of glasses each with our dinner. Over diner, we talked about her job, plans she had for her house and stuff like that, plus we joked around together, as we usually did. During the time she had stayed at our place, I had found that Stephanie and I were kind of on the same wavelength with our.