“People do this as a hobby, but I’m willing to bet he would never agree to a meetup.”“I don’t know,” I replied. “I have a feeling this g...y might be willing to meet up.”Donna laughed.“You know,” Donna replied, “If he turns out to be a hunk and not some weirdo, you might be unleashing something wild in me.”“You’ll have to let me watch,” I said.“You mean you wouldn’t do a three-way with me and another dude?” Donna pressed.“I’m sorry,” I told Donna. “I love you, but I don’t want sweaty balls next. Jody and I often spend time together and have great time watching porn, masturbating and fucking. When not with Jody, chronic masturbation keeps me satisfied, whenever I have a chance in the day and most nights. This story is about masturbation. Lots of it, from way back when I was 9 or 10 or so, when it started with pillow humping and Playboy magazine I found in my parents bedroom. I remember it a very exciting time of discovery and also a secret one; I wasn’t sure at all at this tender age. "I don't think I can remember it all. Perhaps I could just stand withher and repeat it with her?" I asked back."Ok that sounds good. Let's do it now," Brandy added.I made my way over to the open closet, holding my hand out to Liz andwiggling my fingers with a bright smile. She looked at me oddly andmade her way over to take my hand with an inquisitive look on her face. Lidia and Brandy stood together as Brandy spoke."Elizabeth you need to look at the things in you closet and repeat afterme. . But I really didn’t care. All I could concentrate on was that I was going to watch my beautiful mom give me another blow-job. It was dark in the garage. I flipped the tiny light on above the workbench.“Turn that light off.”“No.”“What do you mean ‘No’? If your father opens that door he’s going to see us.”“ We can duck down behind the car. I want to watch you.”“What? Watch? Why?”“Because you’re so hot.” I told her honestly.She stared at me for a few long seconds but said nothing. She rubbed her.