I had seen sex, but Jeannette explained it to me, giving concept to action.As time went on, the initial explanation led to still more questions about ...ouch, love, lust, sex, and eventually masturbation, all of which Jeannette answered to the best of her ability. Though Bill had been her first, and had not brought her to climax, she was still a voice of profound wisdom to an inquisitive boy.We grew closer still when I asked her how girls masturbated. When I wondered at her answer, she took me. Slowly her hands caressed her breasts, gliding over the skin made slick by the bath oil she’d added. Lingering only a moment over her nipples, her hands continued downward--teasing her sides and abdomen as she moved lower. Ashley sighed when her hands reached her swollen mound, bare from her regular waxing and softer than baby’s skin. She decided to continue the teasing just a bit more. Skipping over her pussy and moving to her thighs - Ashley parted them slightly to caress the insides. Her. One night as I walked into the kitchen and I could hear my older brother talking on the phone in the study.The door was ajar and I looked in. I think I was more surprised than shocked by the sight of him sitting on the lounge with no pants on stroking his obviously well oiled cock while saying some very erotic things to someone on the phone.I stood there stunned until I came to my senses and quietly backed away from the doorway.I had seen him several months before masturbating while looking at. It was great fun. One day, theywere lounging beneath the dark surface of one of the lagoons, when they saw,not far away, the flat keel of a mid-sized fishing boat. They began lookingfor hooks, when--strangely enough--the hooks found them. Each girl felt a tugat her hair and discovered she was snagged, and with no effort on her part.Nothing they could do would untangle the sharp metal from their locks; andthe strong lines leading back from the hooks to the boat were unbreakable. This was what.