"I thought so," he mumbled without breaking contact. "Tastes like it."Arousal isn't subject to logic, right? One of my friends can only get off in the...back of a car. Another needs the lights out. Okay, and our mutual friend Dennis does something sick with ankles. Anyway, you can't judge. Everyone has secrets. One of mine is confessing to masturbation. I don't know why it is. There's no masturbation shame in our family. Nothing. Still, telling Michael that I had been strumming my clit with my. They felt so soft. “Does that feel nice? The feel of your stiff cock on them is wonderful,” she murmured rubbing those big breasts against me. “It sends a sensation right down between my legs.” She started running her huge breasts over my cock. It felt like heaven! I groaned with ecstatic pleasure. I felt her hand between my legs fondling by balls. She kept that up for a while, wanking my shaft with her breasts . I gave in to the sensation of being milked, rewarded with the exquisite pleasure. Or Health ... or English ... or any of her subjects, really. She couldn't stand being this bored, all day every day. She had once tried to smuggle a walkman in, but the teacher had caught her out pretty quickly. Magazines, books, letters from friends ... they all got consficated. Mona had to invent little games to keep herself from slowly going mad. Today, Mona was spending her time trying to remember as many old, old jokes as she could."Why did the boy throw his clock out the window? He wanted. Something was happening, but Lynn had long ago given up trying to imagine what. She'd been listening to the intermittent screams and shouts and barks for what seemed like hours now. Those sounds had become natural to her ears, blending in perfectly with the rustling of the woods, with the chirping of birds, with the glugging sound of the wine in the bottle as she drank.She studied her body. A drop of wine hung from one of her purplish nipples. She carefully lifted her tit, leaned her head.