But, you might wanna try a pump or two. If you’re starting to get sore, it will probably make you more comfortable. Gimme it. I’ll put some on you... finger tips.”I reached out my hand expecting her to hand the bottle back to me.Instead, she took my hand and rotated my palm upward. Then, I watched as she used the pump to cover my finger tips. She didn't say anything. She didn't have to. It was obvious what she was telling me to do.“Go ahead. You know what to do.”She lifted the sheet. I cupped my. I just couldnt take it any more. I pointed to my own crotch, the whole time her watching me stare at her in amazement from the couch while she masturbated on the toilet from the view of the mirror. She nodded her head in approval, and I wasn't going to hesitate, I will tell you that much. I immediately pulled my dick out from my pants, and her eyes widened with shock, as I am a little bigger and thicker than average, as other women have told me. Slowly we touched ourselves, not believing what. With my right hand, I began to stroke Aris's hard cock. His cock was huge in my small hand. Now fully erect, it couldn't be any less than 9 inches long and had decent girth too. The thought of it going inside me was making me sopping wet. After a minute or so I stood up and began to strip infront of my two subjects. First off with the top, my perky B cup titties proudly displaying their rock hard nipples and then my skirt dropped to the floor. I was wearing white panties that clearly. And I liked it. In fact I had become quite brazen, the way I dressed had changed, so much so that my mother had warned me that if I wasnt careful that people would think I was a slut because of my clothes. I acted shocked to this claim but inside I found it funny, if only she knew! My dad had also noticed a change, but in a different way. He became noticeably uncomfortable in front of me when I walked into the room dressed in one of my tight skirts, or figure hugging tops. I caught him looking.