Once hidden, I squeezed his scrawny neck and rubbed his pecker through his pants like I was starting a fire. I stopped Timmy’s stunned protests by s...oving his hand under my shirt. “You have two hands and I have two tits. Do the fucking math!” I squeezed harder and rubbed faster. He clumsily kneaded my tits for a minute before his hands dropped to his side. I didn’t know if he was about to die or cum until I felt his pecker throb under my palm. He grimaced for a second, then reversed our. I go over to the closet and reach up to the top shelf, removing my only sex toy, an artificial cock made for just these types of moments. I've kept it since I was in college, never telling anyone about it, not even you. I can smell my own arousal as I lie down on our bed, legs parted as I run my right hand down between my thighs and rub my mound through my panties. I feel my wetness soaking through. My left hand teases a hard nipple as I close my eyes and think of you, wishing it was you. The sun had only been up a couple of hours when two helicopters flew low over Sparta and landed on the high school athletic field. The citizens of Sparta had been waiting for the group’s return and a huge crowd had gathered by the time the copters came into sight.Eight convertibles were parked nearby and the weary travelers were escorted to the vehicles by the young ladies of Sparta’s varsity cheerleading squad. Paula, Lisa, Kate, Jordan, Becky, and Naomi were already seated in six of the cars. She had a bit of extra weight around the middle, even if not very much, since she spent a lot of time in the gym. But some. She turned to the side to examine the profile of her naked body. Her ass was pretty good, but she looked... soft. There was no way to hide her age, nor did she want to feel like she had to. As she thought about it, she realized that no one here actually had made her feel like she had to, but she still compared herself to the other women. She just couldn't figure out why.