I took them to our family garage, I had never been taught how to masturbate conventionally, so I laid out a piece of carpet and dropped my shorts and ...roceeded to lie face down and rub my cock against the carpet with the weight of my body until I came.I wanted more, after a couple of days I went back, and I took the lot. Left the calendar. , but the box was weak and fell apart with the weight of the mags, so once again I took , a less hurried selection. I’d never seen a gay mag before, I didn’t. ‘Honey?’ he called out, but there was no response. He set down the unwanted mail and his briefcase and quickly shed the winter coat and hat, looking again at the feet and noting how they were pointed away from him as if someone was stretching on the floor. His wife stretching would not be a surprise, but for her to be wearing so little while exercising… Yet he could quite clearly hear the sounds of a beach. As he slipped off his shoes, he had to wonder if this was not some nice surprise… He. “Nice,” I replied. “Can I feel them?“Sure,” she replied, stepping in closer and thrusting her breasts in front of me. I gently placed my hands on her breasts, lightly squeezing each one. I softly ran my fingers over each of her breasts, stopping to feel her nipples. She watched as I gently massaged each of her breasts.“Are you a virgin?” I asked.“No,” she replied.“Are you on the pill?” I asked.“Yes,’ she replied.She took a step back.“Now it’s your turn,” she said. “Show me what you have.”I. Gina caught her staring."I'm beginning to think you might not be so straight after all" she shouted in her ear."Sorry, Gina, it's not so much the tits, it's the act of showing them that I find, well, exciting." So go with it." Miranda took a moment to realise what Gina meant. She was about to say no, when the same feeling she remembered from all those years ago in the garden began to grow from her pussy. She smiled, but didn't move.Gina smiled back and without another word, reached for the zip.