"I was married for nearly twenty years, silly," she said with a chuckle as I grimaced with ecstasy, "Your Father always did like me doing this sort of...thing for him. Son's probably think their Mother's were born a Nun."In the minutes that followed, I discovered that there are two types of masturbation; the first is wanking for wanking's sake. The kind where you just need to blow a gasket to ease the angst. The second is an art. Like a long, slow massage that satisfies the inner self both. I could see the tremendous bulge of his hardened prick.Before Lynda finished her second beer, she had unzipped Bob's pants and had his beautiful prick out, caressing its hugeness gently. Everytime I looked at the huge fullness of my husband's prick it was always with awe. Now it looked even larger and more exciting. Maybe it was Lynda's small fingers wrapped around the thick shaft that made it seem so much larger?Bob worked her dress up to her waist, and I saw her white nylon panties. As Bob. Their heads would probably spin through 360 degreesif they learned the truth. "And we're not REALLY serious," I continue."You've been going out for a month," mum says. "Surely you're gettingserious by now?" Welcome to 2015, mum," Tom laughs. "Seen the new season of Thronesyet?" Not yet," I say, my eyes lighting up at the mention of the show I knowTom loves just as much as I do. "New place doesn't have Sky..." Mum?" Tom asks, holding out his hand expectantly. After sighing andchuckling, mum. Their dreams were haunted by images of insidious, creeping things that brought terror in the night.In the morning they were awoken early. It was as if they had never slept. All their muscles ached, their eyes were thick with sleep and their brains numb. They were given water to wash in and simple grey habits and flat sandals to wear. They were not permitted any underwear. Although simple the habits were made of a thin, light material that was surprisingly soft and comfortable. A nun came with.