"He nestled into my chest and after a few minutes I felt his breathing slow, and knew he'd dozed off. I looked down at him, admiring my son's sweet, s...eeping face. He looked so soft like this, despite the features of his face clearly shifting into that of a young man's over the last few years. I brushed his hair out of his face out of habit, and at the motion he turned towards me, away from the movie, rolling over on the couch and burying his face in the soft cotton covering my bosom. I held. She then her hand on my cock, it was frightening at first not knowing what was happening, all I had ever had before was a rub on my cock over my jeans.She pushed me back down in to the chair and put her fingers over my lips and said this will be our little secret,She took my cock in her hand and began moving it up and down, I knew this was called masturbation because like all young lads I had seen magazines in the playgroundBecause she had moved back to masturbate me I couldn't reach her fanny. She was done running. She really, truly was done with it. ...So long asshe was only talking about Sorissa. If the conversation turned toMelissa, however - she couldn't stop the kiss from flashing through hermind, again. The kiss, and Melissa's confused words right afterward.She needed a breath of fresh air. She needed to get out of the manor.And honestly, she needed a bite to eat. She hadn't been invited todinner with the countess, after all. Of course, the servants would havebrought her food. Memories of days, nights, experiences, with Julie and Anne, and other women, some of whose names I could not even remember, some of whom I was surprised to realize I had known twenty or thirty years earlier, were incomparably more vivid than Lynn’s infrequent, wraithlike presence. I masturbated to those memories considerably more than I had sex with my wife. And I masturbated to rented videos, seeking out those which featured women who bore some resemblance to Julie and Anne and Lynn in.