She had no idea where Leda had relocated the portal from the back yard. Depressing the white globe made the view screen on the left activate. Startled... she stared at a brick wall. The time read 10:37 am. The same time she had repositioned the gate to face the back wall before heading around front for her car.“Huh,” she muttered. “Manually repositioning the gate readjusts the time.”Confused, yet curious, she depressed the red globe. It clicked, and while the view remained unchanged, the date and. I enjoy playing with myself, and started doing it quite often. They all thought I was weird, and so did I. We were all 11 at the time so what did we know? Life went on and I was happy as could be. I spent my time out of school with my friends, usually just hanging out and doing whatever, and every night I would play with myself. I was discovering what felt good. Only a few times did I make it to an orgasm and it was exhilarating. The first time I ejaculated I was frightened. I thought something. She moaned and collapsed on me panting, her loins quivering and her pussy twitching, until she recovered from her shuddering climax.I got off him, spun my sweaty body around and flopped down into his arms. After a few minutes a wicked grin appeared on my face.“I don’t think we are done yet grandpa!”I got up and went to the kitchen and returned to bed with two glasses and a picture of nice strong scotch and water. We lay there for an hour or so watching TV, talking, playing with each other and. He was helping her do it. It wasn't quite the same as the white slave owner fantasy where he would be humiliating Louise while humiliating Fred, but it was close enough... "Suck me," he directed.Fred leaned over and took him in, thinking, 'He's getting into it.' That was cool -- the thing would work, then. He suspected that Vince was indulging himself with a fantasy -- but it didn't matter, for his purposes.Louise watched from the chair, but the light was too dim and she was too distant. She.