While Samantha and I were talking, Marion kept smiling at me. The foot thing coupled with the lick had me wondering about her and myself.We finished d...ssert without further incident. Our guests said their good-byes around seven. I helped mom clean up thinking about Marion the entire time. Around seven-thirty Samantha called the home phone to set a time for the gym. I told mom I'd rather not brave the insane shopping even though the Black Friday crowds in our little neck of the woods didn't. I don't like going beyond that, Heather continued to write. I go crazy if it lasts too long. When I was thirteen and first started masturbating, I tried using a lube that was supposed to increase the time it took to cum. I used too much. I frigged and frigged and frigged and was almost in tears before I finally came."Melinda, if you ever say one word about this," Heather hissed under her breath.The moment of righteous anger cleared her head a bit and allowed her doubts to shine through the. He heard a softly shuffling and then the door opened, it was Grace standing with a little girl that was holding onto her leg. "Matty?" Grace asked picking up the child as if to protect her from him. "Last time I checked," He said smiling seeing a tear run down her cheek. "Can I come in or do I have to stand in the hall?" Grace stepped aside and put down he girl, "Joey, go wait for Mommy in your bedroom, I will be right there." Joey nodded and ran away stealing a glance at Matty before she. " Not you" she said, "You're not an asshole."I laughed and said, "Hell Mad, I'm a bigger asshole than most."She looked a me with a curious gaze and said, "I've known you for five years and not once have you been am asshole. In fact, you are the nicest guy I've ever known."I just stood there and said nothing and Mad asked, "Why? Why do you say you are an asshole?"I was silent for a moment and then I said, "What else could you call a married man who lusted after a married woman not his wife?"Mad.