.. well, yes it was very good actually ... being with him. But Sherry..."She looked awkwardly at the floor."What? Tell me, Honey. It's OK, whatever it...is." It's ... it's you, Sherry. I can't stop thinking about you. I mean, when I've been with you. When I, or we've been masturbating ... well, I've never felt anything like it, ever." That's not a bad thing, is it? I want you to feel good. I'm glad you're finding out things about yourself." Really? Really, it's not bad?" No, of course not. What. Front clasp, Jackpot!Her breasts were full but firm. I brushed my thumb over one pebbled bud, my breath surging in my throat as she arched into me, uninhibited, throwing off erotic heat like a furnace.She was liquid in the movements, undulating and arching into my touch. With a low, breathy moan, she opened her legs to me and moved my hand down to where she wanted me. She clamped her thighs together, holding me there when I hesitated to touch her on my own.It was too hard to resist.I brushed my. Her lipstick was a shocking red and she was wearing a blue fitted cardigan and jeans. Her shiny dark brown hair was shoulder-length and her figure was perfect: long lithe legs and, most exciting of all, breasts that were almost too large for her slender body.Not that John was in any way fussy. As an eighteen year old virgin who had never even had a sniff of a snog, he couldn't afford to be. But he'd decided he was definitely a breast man. While masturbating he would always time his ejaculation. If I missed the train into London, Iwould subsequently miss the Glasgow train, and withit my chance of the holiday. Out of the corner of myeye, I could also see myself in the mirror, and therewas no doubt about my proportions being exactlyright. I really looked quite a dish. An angry beepingcame from the taxi, so I put on my anorak and dasheddown the stairs.'I bought a few extra items for you to wear in thehotel,' Sue said, as she passed me the suitcase, andadded with her grin, 'just in case.