I was living in a shared house at the time, and he was staying the weekend, crashing on a spare mattress on my bedroom floor.It was time for bed, we d...sappeared upstairs with the mags, both striped to our pants ready for bed. He disappeared to have a piss, I was sitting on the edge of my bed, feet on the spare mattress, looking at that photo, sporting a hard-on, when suddenly I realised he had returned and was standing in front of me. He bent over to see what photo I was looking at, and must. ‘Please, finish your wine,’ he said. ‘I just like to change first. I am really looking forward to watching you undress for the first time and I don’t want the distraction of fumbling with my own clothes.’ ‘Oh, yes, I see…’ she replied shyly. He noticed, with a little rush or pleasure, that she was blushing slightly. He nodded and left for the bathroom. A few minutes later he emerged, now wearing a short, dark blue bathrobe. The tie was knotted loosely and he held the front closed with one hand. It should not, therefore, surprise the student of Onanism to find that masturbation differs between men and women. More to the issue, the POINT of masturbation differs between the male and female of the species.For men, the process is to pursue the science of Ejactology, which you won't find in any dictionary, but which means, loosely: Spewing as much and as often as possible."With women, the point is not to eject body fluids (though, as a side effect, such is reported to be quite a happy. Her friend said, “You are a horny little slut. I do hope it doesn’t blow up in your face.” Both women were grinning, I knew they each wanted to see heads come up, while I was praying for tails. Her friend flipped the coin, as I watched it spin in the air my cock was eagerly hoping for tails, but there was a little part of my mind that was saying, “Would heads really be all that bad?”I was desperate. It was the fourth time in the past six months I was late with rent. When I told my landlord he.