But as time passed, our playing needed a little more impetus, we were now at the stage where we now enjoyed the feel of our bodies pressing together, ...nd we would entangle our legs, as we took turns in pleasuring each other, we had now developed our masturbating skills to a fine art, thanks mainly to our openness, in guiding each other to get the best from our experiences.Then one night something changed, well I changed, or I should say my body changed, I started menstruating, and my body. Shortly Karen asked, "This is Karen. Who is this?" I identified myself as Glenn and asked if she were busy this morning and could she come over. She said, "No, I'm not busy. Where do you live?" I gave her directions and settled back to wait. My dick was still as rampant as ever, waiting patiently for its release.When the doorbell rang, I was surprised to see not only Karen, but another girl as well. Karen introduced the other woman as Tracy, her roommate. Tracy was a medium sized girl of about. She had given every bits and pieces of detail about that encounter and I was getting turned on reading all that. It was truly something how a young girl looks at it. It was lovely but I didn’t have all the time go through the entire stuff and as it was mine now, I could surely read it later whenever I felt like.I took out a vibrator dildo and turned it ON. I removed my jeans and lowered my panty, as I took out my boobs from the cups of the bra and allowed them some space to move freely as ever. He turned, and recognition flared in his eyes.Stephanie triggered her adrenaline glands. The world slowed.Yevgeny’s right hand rose with his boxy Russian electro-pistol. The same one he’d used to trap her mother. Gas belched from the barrel, and a swarm of darts shot out.Riding a wave of adrenaline, Stephanie checked each pair of darts and estimated their trajectories. It was impossible; there were too many. Still, she had to try. Mom’s singular regret had always been her inability to dodge all.