She began to fondle herself. She looked in the bathroom mirror as her nude athletic body was getting washed off.She turned around and let her backside...be rinsed. She looked back at it. And touched her sweet treasure almost in silence. She put one hand on the wall and started to masturbate. She felt the wetness on her sweet vagina, fondling it. She tasted her juices, suckling her finger. One finger was in. Soon, two fingers were in. Soon that silence was no more. The silence was replaced by her. There's a very distinctive male sadness at times like these; it's one of my least favorite emotions."Not to worry," Pat whispered hotly, her fingers on my face, "we have ways of making you come." And she went out again, leaving me relaxed, happy, abashed, horny, and tired in the cool musky bedroom.A few minutes later Julie walked in. Pat's younger sister is a small curvy twenty-year-old pre-law student, with marvelous legs and a frightening IQ. "Hi!" she said. She was wearing jeans and a man's. Expressions of bliss on the spectators’ faces too, drooling up tenfold, laps buckling tears of joy spilling- plainly the purest hit of good stuff bread & circus crowd had weathered in quite some time, dropping out of seats to the sticky auditorium floor, convulsing while foam pours from mouths & eyes roll up into heads, sending personnel charging forward prying apart jaws & saving errant tongues. A pack of costumed hooligans kicking a wizened hobo in an underpass, flocks of weeping rabbi. He wasn't very successful.Coach Rolle smiled. "This is part of what we want to teach. Will, you are getting sexually excited, right?"A lopsided grin and a nod -- and of course the growing, partly covered erection -- showed that the Coach was correct."And why are you getting excited?" Because there is a beautiful girl -- woman -- standing here naked." Will indicated Cutie as he spoke."Now, Cutie, I want you to touch his erection. You should know what will probably happen soon if you do that,.