My penis was hard."I don't know..." I said, sniffling."Why Pamela, you're hard! Do you find this exciting?" No..."Janice started stroking me. Her fing...rs, through the nightgown and the lacy, nylon panties, felt amazing, and, despite myself, I began to moan in pleasure."Pamela," she said, "I certainly believe that you do find this exciting. It's true, isn't it? You want this, don't you?" Please, Janice," I struggled weakly to get away, but she held me firm and continued stroking. I felt my. I will tell you if it is something worth knowing, if I found out the reason. Though as shocking as this is, this is the reason the drinks you enjoy like Kool-Aid, Root Beer, or even the new and improved Bruga itself, that never seems to run out, as my people would say back home. Don’t be upset about what you can’t explain, as long it is benefitting you, and costing you nothing, while at the same time benefitting all your ‘Friends’ too. Now if you want to cut off these good things happening for. Quickly my mother pulled down my pyjama bottoms. She gasped at the size of my erection, made a searching examination, then began to finger it gently. Within fifteen seconds I felt my ejaculation approaching and could do nothing to hold it off. It was like a strange dream, watching my own mother masturbate me. "Ready darling?" In response I gasped her name and gave a stifled cry. Sturdy and strong in her soft fingers, my penis tossed out a huge curling string of semen over two feet long which. I could do nothing but agree with him and could hardly believe my ears when he instructed me to stand, remove my skirt and bend over his desk. The first thing he saw was the big wet spot on the chair and as he removed my thong he commented as to how soaked it was and then continued to say how pleased he was that I was so worked up because it would help latter. He walked around the desk looked into my eyes and while holding the cane so I could see it described how he was going to beat me, He.