Her orgasm does not contribute to procreation at all. It is simply her pleasure. So, you see a woman is entitled to sexual pleasure. It is her right. ...nd she has the choice to do it herself or with a partner. Most women masturbate, even married ones."She continued looking at me. I could see the wheels beginning to turn. "Let's go inside," I said. "I want to show you something."We went inside to her computer. I sat down and launched Firefox. I googled 'men's genitals'. Naturally I got over. ”“Thanks. I’ve got some money...”The rain came down harder again and he slowed right down. Cars and trucks were passing us, much faster, and kicking up loads of spray.The rain eased off and had just about stopped by the time we reached Penrith. He offered to buy me clothes, but – cursed pride! Why did I still have any? – I refused. I needed to visit a clinic to check for diseases and to see if my fear was justified. I asked him to let me have a couple of hours on my own.I wondered if I’d lose. Then the ring was soldered shut. It wasn't going to be easily removed.Finally, Alan got out his tattoo kit and begun work above my 'sissy clitty'. I had never had a tattoo before believing that they would just look silly when your are 65. This one was definitely going to look silly. It hurt like hell and all Alan could say was you get used to it when you've had a few more tattoos. I thought there was no way I would be having anymore.......little did I know.'Now' he said, 'Master John said you. To know that all this was for Manoj and not me. Unlucky bastard, that Manoj.I moved my hands up from her naked waist to her blouse. I was waiting for her breasts. They were large. Really large. DD Size or bigger. We continued kissing each other as I began to slowly unbuttoning her blouse. I pulled it off her chest and arms. She had worn a black bra that barely held back the globes of mammaries. Her cleavage was prominent as the bra cups pushed the ample flesh outwards. I held her head and.