When i talked to him all the old feelings would emerge. i didn't know if i should tell him at first, but couldn't deny it. when i talked to him, i wou...d touch myself. getting wet, i'd ask him personal questions. did he touch himself last night? yes. (getting more excited) did he fuck his wife that morning? yes. (more wet) i could feel myself breathing harder thinking about him with her. touching her. fucking her. this was insane!! but i wanted to know more.my husband reached over and touched. .. and I want to experience all of you...” and her gaze shifted down to my crotch where the little brain had begun to draw much needed blood away from my larger brain, thus preventing actual thoughts from interfering. Treacherous organ indeed!“Shotgun!” shouted Melody as we turned toward the front of the house. We all piled into my jeep and I drove to my house as quickly as was legally advisable. Melody would occasionally reach over and fondle the crotch of my jeans, in an effort that I’m. She had on this cute little top with a leather jacket and her long auburn hair pulled back into a pony tail which is my favorite. Once we finished hugging she ran back to her door and locked it and came back to where I was standing. I walked her back to the car and opened her door for her and she got in. I got in the driver’s seat and we took off. She asked where we were going and I told her we were going to Ruth’s Chris. She turned to me with her eyes all big and asked "Really?" I said yes and. While Molly was comfortable with masturbation, and she actually really enjoyed it, she had never thought about using anything other than her fingers, or the movable shower-head in her bathroom, or the rushing water from the tap in the bathtub. With her laptop handy, the three girls had spent half an hour looking at toys on various websites, before they all became tired and fell asleep. Molly had been the last one to fall asleep, and as she had lain there she thought about what it might be like.