”“Did you use your hand or something else, like a hair brush?”“Ah, um, I used my hand . . . my fingers,” she answered obviously embarrassed....��Sarah, it’s ok. Just tell me what happened. Remember, I am not judging you at all. I am merely recording data. Now, did you masturbate frequently?”Sarah felt oddly reassured and her voice became a bit more confident. “No, I was nervous someone might hear me. So, I’d say I only did it a couple of times a month, maybe less. I would touch myself when I. Added to this was a bright yellow crop top that made Beth’s tanned complexion pop. Her ample bosom was barely contained by that undersized top. The best part of crop tops is no bras are required and at sweet sixteen her proud perky breasts never sagged anyway. Due to the shortness of her skirt also displayed for my viewing delight was a pink pair of ultra sheer panties. Sis’ pubes were clearly visible through this thin fabric. Enjoying the view that we both knew I had was stirring the animal in. She smiled as she sat on the edge of his bed and again took his cock in her hand. “What’s it going to be tonight, a hand job or another blow job?” Instead of answering, Alex put his hand on her breast.Cheryl could not help but giggle. “Oh, Honey, that’s kind of naughty.”Alex looked at his mother with those mischievous eyes and that irresistible smile when he asked, “Do you want me to stop?” He already knew the answer. She was jerking him off and sucking his cock; a little touch and feel. He wanted to find someone compatible who would actually listen instead of immediately wanting to blow him. He showered, shaved and ironed his casual clothes, hoping that more presentable attire would result in more than another evening of sex with a hungry bottom, as was often the case. Meanwhile Joe Stephens, a middle aged white man, was getting over a relationship that ended after years of suffering through mental and physical abuse. He felt like talking with someone who would listen to his.