Stephanie came and sat next to me and placed her hand on my covered, uninjured leg.'Please. I want to help' she pleaded before admitting 'besides I've...never seen a man's thing before.'My cock was getting harder by the minute as was the ability to resist.'You're too young. I don't fancy being arrested.'Stephanie huffed and said 'I'm not that young. I'm legally old enough to do what I want.' To emphasise her words she moved her hand on top of my cock.I realised that I hadn't asked Stephanie her. I ought to market it as a TV show on some adult channel, she thought, or a series of adult films. I could make a fortune. But abstractly, in writing, it could be anyone, even though many people would know the truth. On film it would definitely be her, beyond any shadow of a doubt, and she wasn’t sure she wanted that kind of notoriety. When it came down to it, why did she want to do it? She wasn’t sure she could answer that in one sentence. Because I like sex? That didn’t cover it, it didn’t. "He threw the towel at me and went back inside to change into his clothes and leave. Over his shoulder he said, "Tell your wife she was a great hostess."I was left with Karen on the ground. For a brief moment I wondered if I should put the towel under her head as a pillow or as a blanket to cover her limp, naked, prone body... and then all of a sudden I was counting the seconds for how long I thought it would take to assume Neal had got changed and left... three minutes? Four minutes? The whole. I smiled, thinking back to when I used to do the same thing. Bodily changes like growing breasts, or having a flush of light pubic hair on your pubis, are the sign we girls look for, when growing up, bur for what, now there is the question?Celine our niece is thirteen, and already she is playing with fire, she knows she is showing herself to my husband, and if she is following form, as I did, she will be masturbating too.We were looking after a little sex bomb, and I needed to make my husband.