They surround her and lift her arms high to let her nightie pass, yanked up over them and away. There is some pushing, and she is nearly on her knees ...gain. She is still not sure how many men are present. She looks around with wild eyes, sees them impatient for her. She counts from one to six.They sense her fragility, support her standing during these moments that are no longer a beginning. She intuits their caution, their fear she might put a stop to it all at any moment. They do not want to. 73% of the women in our survey reportedmasturbating multiple times a week or more and only 2.02% reported never masturbating. 10.71% of you reported masturbating once aday or more. Although Five Thirty Eight found signicant disparities by age, our variance wasn’t quite so dramatic. We’re also dealing with a smallersample size for women over 40 than we are with the younger groups, but regardless, this is what we came up with:When it comes to us queers, there are other factors with much more of. On some level, poor Jamie understood all this. At hisfather's funeral, he had heard one of the attendants say the word"orphan." And that word had stayed with him, like a mantra. Inside him,a voice constantly repeated, over and over, "I am an orphan."It was a terrible feeling, but it was made even worse by the fact that hewas madly in love with Jasmine. She was everything he ever wanted in amother - beautiful, elegant, sophisticated, feminine, kind, warm. Well,not warm to him. But he had. We set our things down, walking over to the window and look out to scenic mountains in the distance and closer small rolling hills all covered with shades of green. The town is picturesque but as your arms come around me my attention is pulled from it and to your lips on my neck sending shivers of desire throughout my body.I lean back against you, murmuring my appreciation for your attentions. Your strong fingers work my shoulders... Mmmm now reaching into my hair loosening the pins one by one.