.. so..." I laughed. "Oh yeah? Never?" She got quiet. "Well. Not so much." I laughed again. "So? Then what're you thinking of when you're doing it 'no... so much'?" I asked her. She was all shy now. "Oh well, nothing special," she said. I slapped her butt. "Don't tell me stories," I said. "What did you think of the last time you did it to yourself?" She breathed in deep: "Well... honestly? I imagined you watching me at it." At what?" I asked. "When you're jerking off?" She nodded slightly. "Well,. Her voice soft and arousing in itself.Leading Joan into another room Nazda stuck a finger into her pussy and having her do the same she began to instruct her on which muscles to move, how to move them and the effect she was after. Diligently Joan worked at making the muscles respond as she was taught. It was made more difficult as she did not know of these muscles and had to learn WHERE they were as well as HOW to control them. With great patience Nazda showed her where the muscles were. .." she said. After a good twenty minutes of eating her pussy, Sam finally sat back and stopped. Christie was so satisfied, she didn't care that it ended. Her multiple orgasms were too strong to count. She sat up and began to stroke his neck, letting him lick her face with the tongue that had just been lapping her cunt.She could taste and smell her pussy in his mouth. It was her way of thanking him. However, she felt like she owed him more. Soon, her right hand lowered down under his belly.. "There were tears in her eyes and I pulled her close to me. "I guess I was in the right place at the right time." Or the wrong place at the right time," she said and smiled. Then I saw tears come to her eyes.I figured I had said something wrong. "I seem to make you sad a lot," I said.She pulled away. "I'm not sad. I am the happiest I have been in many, many years. My tears are of happiness. You never make me sad. I love how you have handled things ... so much more mature than your father would.