Masturbate a lot?” I stuttered.“Wow, I wasn’t expecting that.” She giggled.“It’s ok.” I responded, “You don’t have to answer.”“N..., no, I don’t mind.” she quickly replied.She went on to tell me that she probably masturbated three to four times a week. She said usually it was late at night, when she was relaxed and wanted to take the edge off her day. She told me she had several vibrators that she loved to use, or sometimes, she would just use her fingers. She told me as good as the vibrators. "That evening, I told Alice what Abe had suggested and asked her opinion. "I had a great time on the wagon train, and I would be interested in doing that again. If Sunshine will agree to look after Mary, Esther, and Adam, I would love to make another trip before I deliver my baby."That was the answer I wanted, so I asked Running Fox if he would go along. He said that he would, but he thought it would be most productive for Alice to ask Sunshine about being the substitute mother for the kids. I. Cris’s left arm slides around Kitty’s shoulder, her hand dropping just over Kitty’s left breast. Cris lies still for a moment against Kitty’s rigid body and smiles. This will be fun she thinks, for both of them.Cris’s hand brushes lightly against Kitty’s pink satin nightie and just grazes her left nipple. Kitty stays rigid but her nipple is sending tingles and Kitty can’t prevent her nipple hardening into a little button. Cris’s hand moves so softly and in very slight motions, just lightly. That is until one cold night I spent the night in a Sally-Ann hostel. That night the guy in the bed next to me died in his sleep, or should I say his drunken stupor. You know it was while I was stealing his half-empty bottle that it struck me just how low I’d sunk. Christ, I was steeling booze from a dead man! ‘This bottle of booze!’ The guy pulled an almost empty half bottle of whiskey from his pocket. ‘I carry it with me all the time to remind how low I’d sunk. I’ve never touched another drop.