And Grandma brought over a new boxcar for my train set," Timmy replied. His mood changed like quicksilver."Great. Well give me a hug. Sleep tight. Let...me go see what's keeping your mother."He left the kids to watch the latest Disney movie that Mommy rented for their special night with Grandma.Ray walked into the kitchen. The two women seemed to be engaged in a light hearted discussion about nothing that Ray could follow. They sat at the kitchen table lost in the exchange."I am so happy to be. 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 that Masturbation was something good and normal and did not dare talk about it with anyone…. I remember my pillow case being hard with loads of dried cum. My cousin, who often visited from another town was a year. ’And I thought, ‘Fuzzy shit? That’ll tickle.’Daddy sort of ... broadcast, ‘Jim? Grandfather?’I heard their reply, too. ‘Caught’ ... it was a duet.A picture developed in my mind ... Grandfather ... I knew him instantly ... and Jim Mac sitting beside ... were grinning ... well Jim was grinning, I assumed that facial contortion Grandfather was making was his idea of a grin.‘You might as well bring it all to me,’ Grandfather said.Jim nodded.I said, “Yes sir.”Alice looked at me ... weirdly. Oh her. Pain in her arms from hanging by them for the last hour, pain from the nipple clamps, pain from the paddling he had given her ass. The pleasure was from the fucking he was giving her. As he fucked her, he began to rub his thumb on tight little backdoor. “Ohhh God, that is my asshole!” “Mmmmm, I know and it is so tight.” Adam was pounding her hard now. Her feet came up off the ground with each hard thrust. Knowing he would not last long, he reached around and pulled the nipple clamps off. .