..” She stopped what she was doing and began searching around her room for something more fulfilling. She studied the various items she could find....A pen? No, the pen was only slightly bigger than her finger. A bottle? No, the bottle was definitely too big. Her hand reached out for her hairbrush. She stroked the handle up and down – how she’d imagined she would touch Scott’s penis. Perfect. It was about an inch thick, five inches long and made of smooth hard plastic. Tentatively she lay back. .”“Du ... eh ... turb ... onk ... uh ... gol ... amber...”“Dun ... ehturb ... eh ... monk ... weh ... uh ... gold ... amborin...”“Don’t ... ehturb ... the ... monkee ... with ... uh ... gold ... uh ... tambourine...”“Don’t disturb the monkey with the golden tambourine.”Gene in the now shot upright, eyes wide and straining. “Jesus Christ! I know how to unlock what Tamara knows!”Holly stared at his face, as serious an expression as he’d ever seen from her.Behind her, Gene saw Bridgewater lean. .thinking about all the times that i didn't find out..all the times she needed to go somewhere else to finds pleasures i could never fill.it's probably that natural will to find a place that fits you that pushes sissies to embrace their inner selves..it's a breeze to that feeds air to that already existing sparkle.i wanna share how i reach my sissygasms because i would love to help anyone who's curious to reach them..they're a mindblowing thing but they're so hard to reach reach at first.as. God, I felt so free…and so lewd.”We started back to the truck.“Are you wet?”“Oh, yes!” “We can’t let that go to waste. Did you get off on the log long? That wasn’t in the script.”“I knew I was going to do it when we checked the place out. I just didn’t tell you.”“Was it good? It sure made me hard!”“It turned me on because I knew it was turning you on. It was smooth enough. I could have cum I think if I’d been brave enough to keep going.”We’d just come up to the log.“Want a second shot at it?”“I.