I grew dirtier and sweatier, but the lusts didn’t dwindle.We had to do more.An hour later, the weeding was done, and we dumped the bucket onto the m...lch pile and headed inside. We rushed upstairs, grabbed clean shorts and tank tops, then hopped into the shower together. That wasn’t unusual for us. We hopped into the stream.Had each other cumming on the other’s fingers in a minute flat.We kissed and squealed our orgasmic delight as our cunts spasmed around our digits. The warm water fell on us,. It was more the lack of physical ‘self-abuse’ variety. The doctor explained to Jason's mum, in his best bedside manner, that at Jason's age, hormones are rampant and that a lot of young men produced an excess of seminal fluid, particularly if they had already developed a fondness for masturbation, which, if not addressed at fairly regular intervals could quickly build up and cause a painful, bloated feeling in the lower abdomen. "How fascinating," said Mrs Jackson. "I knew it wasn't. With a sense of amusement, the thought of a fly looking at itself in the mirror flashed across his mind, his laughter somehow translating into an intricate pattern of buzzing. Then he realized his body was laughing as well, the sounds muffled by the hands still over his face.Matt concentrated on his body again, and suddenly was where he had been, hands completely covering his eyes, once again hearing the drone of the fly as it searched for a way out of his room. Trippy, he thought, raising his. "Oh, my. Aren't we sensitive today."I didn't say anything. I figured she was just going to go to sleep. She stayed up against me, her arm still around me, but didn't say anything.Three or four minutes later I was still lying there, looking at the wall in the dark with Jill plastered to my back. I could feel her breasts squashed up against my bare back through her flannel nightgown. Her chin was laying on top of my shoulder, her face against the side of my neck.He hand started to slide down,.