‭ ‬It is not evil and you are no pervert to do that,‭ ‬it is completely normal and one of the best things in the world.‭ ‬Trust me you wil... love it‭!”“Steph,‭ ‬when did you start to play with yourself‭?”“I discovered this pleasure when I was‭ ‬12‭ ‬while I was showering...‭ ‬This warm water and the massage of the water-streams...‭ ‬it was amazing.‭ ‬Since there I started to masturbate.‭”Sarah watched me shocked.‭ “‬Shhhh...‭ ‬don’t call it this way.‭ ‬Mom and dad could possibly hear us‭!”“But. I hurriedly slipped the bra over my shoulders and stepped in to the thong. My cock stretched the cool satin so tight I could make out the outline of the head of my hard dick, pulled to one side as it followed the line of the panties to my hip. A quick check of the bag revealed a pair of black, lace top, fish net hold-ups, which I carefully eased over my long smooth legs. I crawled back in to bed and felt delicious. As I returned to my exploration, feeling the shape of my hardness wrapped in. Pulling out her own black leather jacket, she pulled it on and then headed back downstairs.Mirage grabbed her keys off the table where she'd dropped them and stuffed them into her pocket. Her mini-blaster went in the other and her six inch dagger was slipped into the top of her boot. She wasn't looking for trouble, but in the mood she was in right now, she knew it would find her.Hunter was no where in sight when she got into her car. So much for her quiet night and the book that she'd thought. Rob unharnessed the horses and attended to their stabling while I booked a room for the night, and ordered dinner for us both.I have commented before on the high standard of the food and accommodation of French hostelries, and I can give the same recommendation for The Woolpack. After an excellent dinner I made ready for bed. Although I did no physical work on the journey a day travelling is tiring in itself.I had taken the reins of the coach for a spell after leaving Charleroi, but my short.