With my free hand I reached out and squeezed her pert size 'B's, hard enough for her body to jerk."Fucking grade 'A' tits," I said still being crude.B...t then she was Grade 'A' all over, one of the most beautiful girls I have ever seen and she was my wife.How did this all this start, well she sort me out while we were both at college. At first I couldn't believe that such a beautiful girl like her would want to know me, but she did and I was the one who popped her cherry too. In fact the only. She had come to collect my washing, but I only noticed she was there as she was bending over my washing basket, the other side of the room. All I saw was my mother's ass and cleanly shaven pussy. Obviously shocked, as I had never seen so much of my mother before, I didn't quite know what to do. I said 'Hi' to break the ice, but it was soon clear that she was unaware that I was in the bathroom, as she turned round startled and let go of the towel by accident, giving me now a full frontal. "Seriously," I said. "I really wasn't talking about you." I know, Sam. Still stung a bit, though." I'm sorry." Then I leaned forward, looking into her wide, blue eyes."What do you need my help with?" This!" she said, pulling something out of her purse and holding it up.It looked like an ordinary rock.At least, it did at first. However, the longer I stared at it, the less"ordinary" it became. It was a dark green color, like an emerald, andperfectly square, around four or five inches on each. I could masturbate at school!I almost think that realisation was more exciting than my fingers slipping in between my wet lips and finding my sensitive little clit. The sheer naughtiness of what I was doing was intoxicating, even more than playing outdoors on holiday. I remember biting my lip as I came, and just as well because seconds later I heard the door to the corridor open and a girl come in. The afterglow of my secretive orgasm was replaced by a sudden irrational panic that she'd heard.