”“Are you ok?” he asked.“Yeah,” I answered and then paused. He got up to leave. “What were you doing?” I finally managed as he had one...foot out the door. He stopped.“Uh…masturbating,” he said, turning red.“What’s that?” I’d heard the word a few times, but never quite had the courage to ask someone what it was. I was too afraid they’d look at me goggle-eyed like they always did when I asked stupid questions about sex. I’d lagged so far behind my friends and what they knew, and trying to. They say that the prefrontal cortex doesn't finish physically growing until a human is in his or her early twenties, so maybe that explains it.Whatever the reason, a significant number of teenagers, primarily females, don't make the connection between sperm ... and babies. They know that the sperm fertilizes the egg. And they know that the sperm comes from the male's penis. But a lot of girls still think you have to "fuck" to make a baby. And "fuck" means the guy climbs on top of you and moves. No matter when you sleep first thing you do is to wash, wax and polish my Bentley and Ferrari from outside and clean from inside then you will clean and wax entire floor of the house to perfect shine and then you will come kneel outside my bedroom to serve me as I wakes up first you will put my slippers on my divine feet and greet me good morning by kissing tips of my slippers and then you will walk me to the bathroom stepping on your palms as I don’t even want my slippers sole to touch hard. "I thought you did, baby," Don grinned. "Well put it then." There was whispered encouragement from all sides as the gathered men masturbated frantically.Katie raised herself and positioned herself over Don's cock which the black guy, wiping his mouth with one hand, had taken from hers with his other and was holding upright. A moan of pained delight escaped from her throat as her cunt slid tightly towards the black man's hand. He withdrew it and they saw her take the final five inches, right.