. growing up, were you close?”“Oui. Tréy close.”“Example?”“Well ... you know how some folks, archeologists and such, extrapolate that gir...s mature sooner than boys?”“Go on.”“Trish was the one that taught Froggy and me how to ... um, you know.” Oops.Ms. Sloane tilted her head. Looking at me much like my mother and a certain aunt do from time to time. It’s a look that says ‘don’t dick around, tell me all.’ Or else.“Masturbate.” I sort of gushed it out, not a subject about which I now wished had. It had been a place she would have wanted to live and love and grow old in, but no more. She couldn’t exactly remember what it looked like, since the destruction had occurred when she was little older than four years of age. More details seemed to be forgotten with each passing year, finding it harder to even remember back to a time when humans could still walk above ground. Back before they weren’t crouched and hiding like rats in the underground tunnel systems. It was only a matter of time. "AMANDA Are you insane? I have no intention of having phone sex with you while I'm sitting at my desk at work. It's out of the question! It's not going to happen Mandy!" And although my words and voice was stern, my right hand had a mind of it's own. It began to gently caress it's way down my neck to my right breast, softly tracing my hardening nipple through my white button down blouse.Mandy giggled softly, a sound that shot through my body and landed in my clit, causing it to throb harder.. It’s not much deep. But it is deep enough to swim. I am also not a good swimmer. My dad warned me to be careful.Me: Don’t worry dad mom will take care of me.Mom: Yeah don’t worry so much, just relax.I and mom were all wet after fishing. We caught some fish. I can see mom’s nipples poking through her blouse. It made my tool stand straight. Mom saw that and smiled at me.Mom: Come on son let’s take a bath and leave.Me: You should help while I swim.Mom: Don’t worry I will take care of that.Dad was.