” I tell her. “Really?” she asks seeming surprised. “Oh yeah in fact I like to have it squeezed harder when a woman plays with it. It feels mu...h better to me.” I tell her. “Will you show me?” she asks. Wrapping my hand around hers I squeeze down harder and start to stroke up and down along my length. “Just like this.” I tell her as she stares intently as our hands move up and down together. I let go as she continues stroking on her own. I lay back and close my eyes enjoying the feeling she’s. Once she had calmed down from her orgasm we packed up our stuff and got dressed and headed to the train station to go back to my place. We walked hand in hand to the station and of course this gave us a lot of stares and whispered conversations behind our backs by those who don't understand. We didn't care, we just kept walking and giggling about what we had just done on the beach. When we got to the station we boarded the train, we found a seat towards the back and put our bags down on one of. I decided it was time to clean it up. I knew that Dave had a brother that did home repair so I decided to give him a call and get an estimate on doing some work for me. I grabbed a cold brew from the refer and hunted for the remote phone. I found it on the floor in the bathroom. The red light was blinking, indicating that I had messages. I hauled the phone and a second beer out on the porch, which looked across the end street out onto the beach, and dialed, for my messages. The first message. Porn, porn and more porn.I’ve been watching porn since before that day ofcource, but never was I able to do it without hiding it from my parents. So for the first time, I could enjoy it.This started out timidly, but I quickly decided that this would be a lot more fun without clothes.Now after a day or two of not doing much more than watching porn and movies while wanking, I got slightly bored with it all. I wanted something more, well interactive.Needles to say, I took the next step and started.