She went in to tuck him in and kissed his forehead to say goodnight. Then she went to bed early herself. She masturbated under the sheets and came qui...tly just to ease her frustration. It was only as she began to drift off to sleep that she realised that she had orgasmed thinking not of her husband but of 11 year old Timmy who in her fantasy had a man’s penis thrusting in to her.In the morning Julie woke at 6 30 and walked across to her toilet to pee. The doors between the rooms were open and. The exercise was good for her-- made her trimmer, her legs like a dancer's. Up the stairs alwaysfelt better than down. The thrust of the little brass pear between herdripping labia always felt like one more swing, one more wobble of herclit, would send her over the edge into orgasm.On the bus, Satina clenched her thighs together, just a little bit,daydreaming about the stairs and the brass weight. Funny, how she couldnever actually see the weight, except when she was in deep trance. Butshe. If people find out and don’t like it, that’s their problem.” After Rachel and I had an interesting session interpreting the Kama Sutra, I left the condo en route to the country club for dinner. I was surprised when my cell rang. I didn’t recognize the number but I answered it anyway. “Mr. G? Hi, it’s Barbara Stone, Suzy’s mom. I’m not sure why I called except that Suzy begged me to. I can’t say that I approve of what she suggested.” “Barbara, I want you to understand, it doesn’t make any. "That's weird, I thought that the reciproracal would be something bad." "Guess not." She walked towards me and grabbed my hand. "Come'on, we have to find out where you live." "Oh yeah. But how? I can't go around asking people where my house is." "Just look it up in the phone book." That made sense, and I felt like an idiot for not thinking of it myself. "Good idea," I told her, and then walked to the big blue booth. "232 Haverland," I said, "You know where that is?" "Yeah, it's.