The finger became a hand and slowly moved along my thigh over the top and to the front of my jocks. I was rock hard at this point with anticipation. H... began stroking my cock and directed mine to his. He was naked and I found his cock a bit larger than mine. We stroked and then he pulled my jocks down. After some more stroking and caressing my balls he stopped, leaned over to his bedside table and turned on the light and reached in taking out 2 pairs of black satin panties. He handed me a pair. There was a switch on top. I clicked it on and it began vibrating. I moved the switch one more position and it began vibrating harder, and the humming was more pronounced. The humming noise it made was exactly what I had heard the night before. I’m sure this is what my sister had been using. But why? Given the moaning noises I heard her make, I’m pretty sure I knew the answer to that. But more importantly, how? How did girls masturbate? My research into the female anatomy had included porn. I wondered where my clothes were, my wallet and keys, my stuff. I hoped I could find them. My service truck was parked in front of Sylvia’s and I was running downhill on bare feet trying to avoid rocks and sharp things. Thank GAWD I wasn’t being followed, not yet at least.I knew I had just upset the cart in their realm of faith based living. But if I was going to do that I did a really great job of it. Actually I was laughing inside but missing my golden bee queen, such a sweet fuck. I just had. It felt sooo good. My breathing was getting heavier and my pulse was racing. I don't think I could have stopped if I wanted to. And for sure, I did not want to! I stared at the two guys jacking each other off and fucked my hand so hard. By then my hips were thrusting up to meat my down stroke and my head was swimming. My whole world consisted of my cock and that picture. Nothing else mattered! I was getting close. My body wast tensing up. The motion of my hand had gotten more stiff. I could.