She asked ‘were you masturbating?” I said yes. I must admit it was because you left your panties in the hamper” She said Val had told her that ...uys will do that to get themselves aroused.” And then asked “ were you?”. She said she was playing with it while wondering what I looked like. I asked, “do you want to touch it’? She reached down and put her finger on the head and felt the precum. It gushed a little more. She asked if she could grip it and move it up and down like it said in the book.. She was relieved that no one was in the bathroom when she entered. Sandy quickly got into the end cubicle, lowered the lid and sat down. She brought her hand inside her jacket and started playing with her tits, savoring the feeling she got from her long hard nipples.Sandy stopped playing with her tits briefly and took out the pair of scissors from her jacket pocket. She spread her legs and raised the hem of her skirt, displaying the crotch of her pantyhose. 'Get to start wearing stockings,. “Both pleasant and unpleasant,” she summed up succinctly. I liked that. The fingers of one hand moved to the pretty, pink, wet triangle of exposed vaginal flesh between her legs while she placed her other hand behind her head and reclined, smiling as if she knew the pictures I was painting in my mind. “You’ve stopped looking at your watch,” she said, finally. For a moment I thought about Sylvia, on her knees, her pretty slip wrenched down over her tits, a cock in each hand, a third pushed deep. Several months later they got married and her and her mother moved in with him.It was not too bad at first. Barbie had her own private room and bath. Her mother got a job at the local superstore. When her mother started having to work Saturdays, it left the young blonde fifteen-year-old home alone with her stepfather. On one summer day, Barbie was wearing a pull-over knit top and jeans shorts when the barefooted teen came out of her room. She stayed away from her stepfather as much as she could.