I let him work my breasts again, I hate to admit it, but I liked it a lot. I drank three more glasses of his "Comfort" mix. I think I had several tiny...climaxes just with Jason kissing me and working my nipples.I have been masturbating for about three maybe four years now and I loved the feeling of getting off. Jason was driving me crazy. He would stop kissing to take a drink just as I would begin a hard climax. I was so blasted turned on I was glad for the break because I knew I was going to. I whipped my shorts down to my ankles and started to stroke myself slowly, but wth some urgency. As usual, my hand seemed to know just what to do, so I closed my eyes sat on the toilet and enjoyed the sensations it was creating. Suddenly I sensed the light change in the bathroom and realized, too late, it was the door being flung open. Before I could hide my shame, she was there seeing beyond any doubt what I'd been up to. It's hard to hide a big fat cock stuffed in your . I'm sure my face went. Then again, it could just have been that David didn’t like to have any other male privy to my body while he was on duty. There was a bit of a possessive streak in my living shield. I let him follow me back to my bedroom, where I began to search for which clothes to change into. ‘So who are you and what do you want,’ I asked with my back still to him. Inside I was wondering on how many ways I could kill him with one hand. ‘My name’s Chris Landly.’ I sniggered silently to myself. I was glad my. " And..." Tate said."And ... I don't want to talk about it right now. But I did not lie to you. My daughters and I have not made love. We've held each other, and after Scott died, we spent a lot of time holding each other and crying ourselves to sleep, but I've never touched them in that way. Never." Something still seems wrong when you talk about it." Sighing, "I don't want to discuss this any more right now, though."Both women tried to snuggle with him, but he gently shrugged them off. "I'm.