Stuff?" she continuedangrily.Good point, but then I didn't suppose that the neighbours had genderissues. I just shrugged and looked at my toes poking ...ut through thestraps of the sandals and wondered what they'd look like with polish."Perhaps Roger was right about you. Bloody poof!" she spat and turned towalk away. To my horror, she wasn't alone. Lisa was there behind her andup to this point in our 'discussion' was keeping mum (sorry, couldn'tresist)."Hey, that's a bit unfair. It was just a bit. Nothing from a microwave, no toaster pastries for the family unless it was one of the weekends were mom and dad ‘slept in’. He enjoyed the smell of the coffee even though he could not stand the taste. Until it quit working his mom insisted on the using the old stove top coffee pot her parent had used. There was something reassuring about the steamy gurgle of the old percolator mixed with the quite voices of his parents as they waited to have their first cup. This was Charley’s alone time with. I'm the bitch and he doesn't let me play with his anus or finger him. I know cause one time i tried and he smacked me across my face and quickly let me know our roles are now irreversible. Sometimes he caresses the back of my neck, and I know subconsciously that at any moment he could grab a hold of my head and force himself on me, but mercifully he lets me feel like Imm in control of at least this one aspect of our love making. Every evening when I arouse his large member, I am afraid and I. So I asked her about..., well, about masturbation, to be blunt. Martine, you know her, don't you, she told me that she lost her virginity to her hair brush handle, which didn't sound very nice to me. So I asked Mum about it.'I switched from her right to her left nipple, my mind a-buzz with what she telling me.'And what did Mum say?' I asked.'Mum said it was more than possible. She said that if I was going to masturbate, then to do it carefully, so as not to break my hymen. But I said that I.