Marge had just asked her to masturbate. Crimson streaked across her cheeks at the thought of being so wanton. But despite the embarrassment, she moved...her hand between her thighs and started stroking herself.“Am I ever in any of your daydreams?” asked Marge as she manipulated the firm breasts. She bounced them and then gripped the nipples, stretching them away from Kat’s chest.Kat tensed at the question. Marge had been an occasional actor in her dreams before. Most of the time, it was innocent. Will stopped by to say goodbye as he prepared to leave. Brad wasn’t close by so she asked him if he could come visit with her sometime by himself. He seemed a bit puzzled by the request but agreed.Two days later her husband and son were gone all afternoon so she texted Will. He appeared as promised and sat down with her. Her opening was, “I have some important things to ask you about Will. Can I trust your secrecy?” Brad nodded so she continued, “Have you ever had a girlfriend? I mean one that. Well anyways I have realized that in all this while trying to chase my dreams that I did lose a bit of me, the real me who wanted to be free, do what he wanted to do not have responsibilities etc. But anyways this not the forum where I should talk about philosophy of life this is the forum which connects me from the real me and I will share one such incident below, please keep in mind everything I write is 100% true and it’s exactly how it happened with me. Because I know if it’s not genuine it. He came back in the room while we were kissing and asked if he should leave, she said no and he just sat back down, flicking through our music collection. We carried on making out in front of him and I noticed he had his hand in his jeans and was masturbating, to be honest this shocked me at first but its only natural- he was almost ten years younger than us and incredibly fit(earlier in the club I said to another friend that I thought he might be gay, as he was so buff, and my girl later told.