My penis grew inside my pants, and I started to stroke it through my pants. The brunette pulled the neckline for her v-neck shirt open, and exposed he... breasts. They were probably B cups with large, red nipples. She continued to play with her nipples, now exposed. The subway came to stop, and the doors opened, but the brunette didn't cover herself up, she continued to stroke her breasts. No one got on the train, the doors closed and the train continued on its way.I was rock hard by now, so I. “Shhhh... don’t call it this way. Mom and dad could possibly hear us!”‭“But that’s how it is called... Masturbation. But if you feel better with ‘pumping the pussy’, ‘fingering’, ‘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. She picked up on the second ring."Hello, Sean," she said as she answered the phone. "Is this my happy Thanksgiving call a day early?" "Hi, Jan," I told her. "It's a little more than that. I'm stranded at DFW and can't get home until Friday at the earliest. Do you have plans for the holiday?"By the way, I think I'm the only person who calls her Jan. She never rebuked me for calling her that and over the years it became our little endearment. "It so happens I have a small bird I'm planning to. Anyway, as I was moving one box it startedto open at the top. It was then that I noticed the box was full of(Sarah's) unmentionables - for right on the top was a pair of cuteyellow, bikini panties. OMG! I had never been this close to anything likethis before. Without any thought, I put them right into my pocket.Thinking I would be caught, I moved the panties into my underwear undermy crotch. Oh, they felt so naughty (and nice) rubbing against me as Icontinued to load up the boxes. When I.