It just means that other things turn you on.”She looked up at me, with a pleading look. “Really? It’s okay?” I couldn’t believe how innocent...and na? she seemed.“Yes, Sam, it’s okay. There’s nothing wrong with you. Some people like dark beer and some like wheat beer, and some don’t like beer at all. It’s the same with sex and everything else. Everyone is different and that’s what makes the world interesting and exciting!”She managed a little smile. “Okay, thanks… I think.”After we had finished. I began talking to John, the messenger contact, and things were going as they they normally went. Just polite chat, nothing sexy. The lap top and the desk top are linked, so I asked Hazel if she wanted to join in the conversation. She did, although a little reluctantly, she doesn't like her games interrupted. The chat continued in the normal vein, until John asked Hazel what she was wearing. Now as I said, it was a normal night and Hazel was just wearing her normal day clothes. Trousers, jumper. The little tease got off on it.She'd go home, and masturbate after leaving these men all hot, and bothered.She'd think about the bulges she was able to cause in these grown men, as she started rubbing her fingers over the top of her vagina.She imagined how horny they must be, and how they were probably jacking off right now thinking about her, as she flicked her fingers on either side of her tender clitoris.She'd rub her thumb over, and around her clit, stroking her lips with her fingers, as. After an hour or 2 we finally made it back to his house where his wife had prepared a meal for us. It was the first time I had met her; she was a little older than us and very homily. We ate the meal and started on a bottle of wine. The drinking went well into the night all 3 of us were very drunk by midnight, time to go to bed.I was awoke next morning by a familiar sound coming from the bedroom next door. Helen was obviously getting what she didn’t get last night because of the alcohol..