I sat in the back row crying over myself, but I couldn't justify my death the way my mother had. I noticed a really cute guy get up and walk out to go...to the bathroom. I thought for half a second about following him and mentally kicked myself. But then I remembered that I was dead and decided, what the hell. So I walked through the wall into the men's bathroom and saw him standing at the urinal peeing. He had a nice cock and I ogled it for a while until I thought to myself: why not touch it? I. " ok hun, iam just doing this for your benefit, I know this is wrong,but we have no other choice, this won't happen again, but just trust me baby".......... She then spat on her hand, and told me to kneel on the car seat, because it was a big car, there was space on the floor for her to kneel also, her hand then grabbed my penis, and she started to work the shaft, "make it quick baby" she said, a couple minutes had gone past, and her hand was making its way up and down on my penis, faster and. I've enjoyed playing with myself ever since I was about 11 years old. The first time I can really remember though was when I was 14 and at high school. I was walking around the back of the school golf course to get to the rugby field when I heard voices coming from the nearby shed. Curious as to who was dodging out of rugby and hoping to join them I started walking to the door when I realised it was the hushed voices of a boy and a girl, the sound of childish giggling and sloppy wet. Eva’s hands went to Jenny’s tits and slowly started caressing them.“Do you like it when I get a bit rough with your tits Eva?” I asked.Eva took the hint and Jenny’s nipples got the same treatment as I give Eva’sInstinct must have taken over because Eva started using her mouth on Jenny’s tits and one of her hands went down to Jenny’s pussy. I heard Jenny gasp then moan then I looked around to see lots of eyes watching, most of them attached to arms that were holding mobile phones pointed in.