I am sure there are many that are reading this in the same boat. No chance of sex with anybody so self pleasure becomes an important part of life. I w...nted to write this short story and describe the various methods I have come up with to help pass the long nights. I am doing this with the hope that some of the readers of this post will respond to me by e-mail and tell me their special ways of self pleasure. Sharing these methods can only improve all the lives involved. So.................The. “Very soft, very smooth, very warm.”I cup her and caress her, and then grasp her bare nipple between my thumb and finger, and start to firmly squeeze it. She moans, loudly.I open her jacket widely, exposing both of her tits completely, and start to fondle both of them openly, squeezing and stroking her breasts and nipples. I lean over and take one tit in my mouth, sucking and licking it; and then do the same to the other. “Delicious, too!” Obviously we aren’t talking about the jacket any more,. But she didnt react so I went to my room as I thought she didnt want me anymore.About twenty minutes later my mom called me down from my room and asked me into the livingroom where she was now standing and she started to explain that what she was doing was just a fantasy and it could not become reality because shes my mom and before she could finish I told her that" if we both wanted to experience each other we should just fuck and get it done with". she told me to "get with the real world we. Marco sighed. He couldn’t see much from this distance; the wide veranda drenches their windows in shadow. He thought of the old furniture in bare-boarded rooms and their ancient, saggy mattress. She was too good for out here. He was busting to buy them better things, a bed with all its springs or a new kitchen table so he needn’t lean down to help prepare their dinner. It gave him backache right before mealtimes, a reminder of how much work he has yet to get done. By next summer he hoped to.