Then, my sister asked a question that seemed so profound, that I never would have thought of asking anyone else. Do you masturbate? she asked. I was s...ocked as I should have been, but I was unable to respond for a minute. The fact that my little sister knew what this was and was asking me about it. The next thing I said did not answer her question, but it seemed to thrive the conversation. I said, Where did you learned something like that? A few friends at school told me about it, she replied.. You looked so flushed and excited by what you had heard that I knew you would be 'ripe' for the picking, so to speak." But how did the club come about?" I asked quietly."Ah, well you can blame that on the internet I guess." he grinned "though I personally think it's something you are born with, a need to dominate sexually that is. For others it's the need to be dominated, get the two kinds together and you have a good time. Which doesn't answer your question does it."I shook my head in the. After a while, silence; a pause. They got tired of this game and move around. I can hear them, but, my head buried in the pillow, I can't see them.I catch my breath. I recover some of my composure. I wait for instructions. My back is on fire.I feel someone at my rear. A hand touches me, I am dry. An erect penis touches me, and forces itself into me. My vagina responds slowly, but respond it does. I begin to get wet. He thrusts and thrusts harder; he comes into me, and slips out. A second shaft. Her eyes darted around the room as if expecting to see her mother pop up like a Jack-in-the Box and laugh at her. "Is she... ?" For a moment Kathy thought that her mother was lurking outside. She knew her mother was capable of pulling a prank like this on her birthday... but still there was no one else in the room and apparently no one outside either.Wanting to set her straight, Dutch said, after forcing his eyes to meet hers. "She's in our bedroom, probably listening at the wall with a.