I went to the shower and got the washcloth I used earlier, wet it with warm water at the sink and cleaned myself up. I rinsed the cloth out and handed...it to Loren.“Thanks, Tommy. You really filled me up, It was running down my leg all the time I was getting in here. Good thing I can’t get pregnant!”, she chuckled.“Ahhhh ... yeah! Can’t argue with that!” I chuckled a bit, myself.Loren cleaned herself up with the washcloth and stood up. “Next!”I stepped up to the “plate” and returned some of my. Saying it outloud hurt me more than simply thinking it in my heart. "I will miss you, Dad. I really will." I looked up at him and took a deep breath. "We've become so close during these trips of ours. I appreciate it." We can still do trips later on," Dad said—but smiled sadly. "You won't be that faraway. And of course we can always talk on the phone." True," I said. "Very true."We sat there in silence for a moment before Dad spoke again: "Wanna take a dip in the pool?" Um, sure," I said.. 1. Did pregnancy change how or when you masturbate?2. How long was it after giving birth before you felt like masturbating again? Was that before or after you started having sex with your partner again?3. Did you masturbate more (or less) often while you were breast-feeding?4. If your k**s still live at home, does that affect your freedom to masturbate? (XH will probably censor the k-word, but hopefully it's obvious what I meant)5. Have they ever caught you in the act? If so, how did you handle. Harlan was heading back to Memphis on a different flight. We said that we would keep an eye out for each other in the service, and you never knew but we would run across each other. It couldn’t be any crazier than our fun in the bushes with the Orange Army!Here’s the scary part - these were the same kids that sixteen years later, by now commanding battalions, went through the fourth largest army in the world like so much shit through a goose! I guess they learned a little more!We had another.