Kate had a stack of her prints in front of her.We worked on examining the prints all afternoon. He watched over our shoulders. Once he pointed at some...hing on the piece I was looking at. It was almost too small for me to notice. I needed to focus. I could almost hear Lissa in my head.“Hickey,” Gerhardt said. “Between the blue and red layers.”Part of our education had been learning how Gerhardt made seven color separations by photographing the artwork with different filters. That was what Erika. Then he said "see". I sure did. So I had him do it to me and then I took over jacking while he brushed his palm across the tip of my dick head. It took me awhile to get it right and find the rhythm, and he took over jacking me a couple of times, and then I got it just right and finally, yeah... that warm tingle deep in my tummy started and it happened, first time doing it by hand. Actually it didn't quite feel as good right away as it did with the vibrator, I think because but I didn't have as. Mum had taken to disappearing at night …claiming office call backs on a rush major restaurant project …When she had been out shopping recently I had finally had a look at it…slim pink and ribbed…but the thought of putting a vibrator in my pussy when it had been in hers… still… I made a pulsing start and got rid of my hymen…however I gave up… I’m a clitty, rubby, fingery girly.I recalled her vibrator noises…her unsuppressed moans going past her door…at least I was quiet in the bathroom …under. One sleep over nite we were talking about girls and what we would do if we had a girl friend. Things like kissing and touching. We both admitted we had never even kissed a girl yet,so I suggested that we could practice kissing with each other so we would be good at it when the time came to kiss a girl. At first we thought that would make us queer, but then decided just practicing to kiss a girl would not make us queer. At first we would set beside each other, put our lips together and just push.