" I said probing to see if the mother had noted anything in her daughter's behavior."Yes, she never shared with me any specifics but I noticed that he... boyfriend Ricky was out of the picture for a while. I guess it was one of those things. God knows that my husband and I are going through a situation as well!" She said and then looked like she regretted saying the last part."Oh, I am sorry to hear that. Nothing serious I hope!" I replied to see if she would share more and noticed she seemed to. It seemed because of my desire to get off; I was the butt of everyone’s jokes.“Smell that, someone’s pussy juices are ripe”.“Something smells fish around her”.It seemed the only time I wasn’t fingering myself was in classes I liked.After my first few times of having orgasms; I would smell then taste my finger afterwards.Smelt a bit like a messy tuna sandwich, but the taste was something special and I had yet to figure out.I was eventually was busted in class one day doing exactly that, by one. " I slipped my shorts off, and my cock sprang forward. It was bouncing in the air, a little wet at the tip. "That's amazing," she said. "Just do what you do."Like I've said before, I've made masturbation an art form during Covid. I started at the bottom of my shaft and made my way up to the thick head, not too tight. Not too loose. I was locked on Ann's eyes, which were wide open. Involuntarily, she licked her lips and I'm pretty sure she didn't realize she was petting and tugging on her. ‘What did I say?’ she demanded of him, her breasts swaying gently and distractingly. ‘I told you NO!’ ‘I know, I know,’ he placated, subtly feeling around his member for blood or anything that would scar. ‘But baby, you’re so fucking sexy, I really just couldn’t help myself –’ ‘Get out,’ she told him. He stared at her. She couldn’t be serious. ‘OUT!’ She was serious. ‘Fine,’ he said, his expression hardening as he got up. ‘Suit yourself, you frigid bitch.’ That proved a mistake, as he shortly.