Just to test, I ran a finger down my clitoris; it felt wonderful. The first masturbation with new equipment always did. My breasts had reached full si...e, a nice C-cup. Just the way I liked them.My hair was shoulder-length, and peach-red. Many people have a false idea of red hair. The real thing isn't like fire. In men it can be like copper; in women, well, I've heard every description: Like roses, with all the beauty of the smell put into the way they curl. (Damn flatterers, how I love them.). It's nice to be admired, don't you think? Especially by your daughter." She paused to watch Mom. "Did you know that your mother thinks she's boring?"Suddenly I felt embarrassed. Was that how I thought of her? "Um ... no, I didn't know that."Her eyes had me transfixed. "Would you say she's boring?"I glanced at Mom, still chatting happily to my friends. "No. I mean, maybe I used to. Not now." See? She'd be happy to know that. Any mother would be."I couldn't help but grin. "You're sure not. This outbreak of spontaneous love caused Elizabeth to break down in happy tears. When she recovered herself, she told them that Andy's services as a scout could be dispensed with tomorrow because the country was open around here and there was plenty of water. Josh acquiesced, so that was the plan for the next day.Elizabeth and Andy left camp at his usual time for the scouting trips, so there was little break in the routine, except for a minor realignment of who rode with Sue Ann, since it was. I imagined his eager, wet mouth and then shot a stream of cum up my chest. Suddenly, I was finding warm, white, sticky cum a beautiful turn on and I spread it across my chest with one hand while the other went back to pleasuring and draining every last drop out of me. I layed there and without thinking, quietly called out the name, “D.” “Shit, I hope no one heard me” and quietly laughed to myself. “Jeez, I’m turning into such a faggot” I realized that that word only seemed to turn me on even.