My heart was pounding inside my chest as if it were about to bust! Next thing I recall was Ed’s hand between my wife’s legs as he pushed the crotc... of her panties aside and was either massage her pussy or fingering her! Whatever he was doing her moans clearly indicated that she was enjoying it! It was then that I heard her say, “My God! It’s huge! Look honey! Have you ever seen anything this big? I want some of this! NO! I want all of this!”, as she massaged Ed’s black monstrosity! I was too. She looked at me with a sweet smile. I looked at the road, does she know? Is she just playing with me?“Danny, do you have a girlfriend?”“No, why do you ask?”“Just curious, I wondered if you had the company of a woman in you life.”“Lily, that’s inappropriate.”“Oh, don’t act like I don’t know about sex. Hey, it’s almost your job to teach me now”“Teach you?” I didn’t know where this was going.“Ya, you know, tell me about how it’s done and add in some dumb speech about the risks and how I really. How could life get any better?The answer, of course, was to take even more risks. One weekend out shopping with friends I masturbated in the mall toilets, silently rubbing my pussy as people came and went outside. I tried a few times in clothes store changing rooms, but I remember losing my nerve or the sales staff calling through the door to check I was okay (I'm sure they figure if a teenager takes too long she's trying to shoplift). But perversely the sheer stupid risk of doing it drove me. She followed in similar fashion with her shorts, rolling them down beneath the water until they rose helplessly to the surface where she then grabbed them and discarded them in a similar manner.Forty-five minutes, I thought to myself. She’s sly.Savannah motioned for me to sit up on the edge of the spa. Arising from the water, I could see her smile approvingly when her eyes confirmed her expectation of what her hand had already sensed. Grabbing my waistband, she pulled downward firmly as I.