Since I was the one who taught him how to masterbate this became our thing , i told him this is our secret. When eddie would be at my house , we would...go to the garage to look at the dirty magazines . We would sneak in to the shed and look at the magazines and right away we would pull our dicks out and start to masterbate. We did this every chance we could. We would talk about girls , who we liked and who had nice body's and who we wanted to have sex with , like if we knew what we're talking. No one at this party is over 21 so were assed out, we need the bottles. Billy begs me to go back to grab them, we get there and he drops the bomb saying he wants me to grab it from his room, if he goes, all this moms friends and aunts will see him and pinch his cheek and embarrass him. He feels I'd blend him cause I looked the oldest. So I approach the house, its 80s music being played like Prince and Madonna, the door is cracked open and everyone is in 80s get up, punk rockers, aerobic. That had him muttering to himself, “Okay, your funeral. I ain’t waiting round.”“Yes, in fact you are. According to Mr. Goldstein.”More muttering.He crossed the East River on the 59th Street Bridge, just as if we were heading to LaGuardia. Turned up some terrible techno-rock, mostly drums. I sat back, let him enjoy his little victory.Fifteen minutes later, he exited a parkway and worked his way steadily east and a little north on surface streets. Completely uncharted territory for me, but he. Looking at my face in the mirror I noted a little dryness (no doubt from my earlier shave, god how I hate that ritual, you girls don't know how lucky you are!), no worry I thought out with the moisturiser. As I opened the lid though I found that the ingredients had settled out. No doubt due to sitting against a hot radiator all day, no amount of mixing would thicken it up. Then a lovely kinky thought struck, I would have to add an extra ingredient to thicken it up a bit. Being into natural.