He knows me quite well by now. I manage to masturbate everywhere. He loves it. He was afraid at first that it meant he wasn't satisfying me. He's lear...ed since that isn't the case. The more I masturbate the more sex I want to have. The more sex we have, the more I want to masturbate, thinking about sex. It's a lovely circle, one that he's grown to love. In fact, watching me masturbate has become one of his favorite things to do. He'll see how long he can keep his hands off me. Not long, but. Now I recall what ‘It doesn't go in your mouth’ means with nozzle or nipple shaped First Aid supplies. Crisp, prim nurses, shiny hospital floors and cozy sick days from school all come flooding into my head. I suddenly recognize the rubbery smell of the enema bag and the hydrogen peroxide, starched sheets and linoleum polish came flooding back with it.Having grown up in an old, small town, everyone took care of everyone and everything. Traditions, I think, stay longer there. I have volunteered. And, she didn’t mind a bit. In fact, she was enjoying it. Before I knew it, she was feeling my crotch. My dick was as hard as it’s ever been. Then she unzipped my fly and took it out. Ern, she was holding it in her hand! It felt so good, to have a little female hand holding it, I almost shot my wad right then. If I hadn’t whacked off this morning, I think I would’ve. Then she came right out and asked me if I wanted to fuck. She said she would, if I had rubbers with me. Luckily, I did. So, we. She went home little early after finishing meeting as she wanted to be ready for the party. I returned home as per my standard time. I was surprised to see her dressed to kill look. She was looking extremely gorgeous in black sleeveless satin knee length skirt. She had applied a very sexy combination of Lipstick, eyelashes and what not, her cheeks were pinkish, her lips were tomato red and her eye lashes were cherry red.I was feeling to grab her by waist and take her to bed, she understood.