He places her hand upon her pussy and covers it with his own. The blanket falls free with their movements, forgotten for the moment. He aligns his fin...ers upon hers, their hands becoming one. He presses down slipping her finger into her wetness. She smiles at his excitement, so much the playful child, yet all man. She moans again as he forces her to masturbate at his direction. Tony is the conductor, in the orchestra of Kim's pleasure. His guidance with her knowledge of what excites her brings. She washed her hands, and said "Oh!" as an idea occurredto her. She reached down and rubbed a soapy hand between her legs, thenrinsed her hands off and cupped water down to rinse off her sopping wetvulva. She dried everything off with a hand towel and left the bathroom.Arriving back in her new bedroom, Devon began exploring. She opened upthe closet to find more clothes than she'd ever seen outside of adepartment store. She squealed in delight. "There's so many colors! Iwanna wear them all!"She. Closing and locking the door, I asked, "Well, is it the experience you were expecting." God, yes," she answered. "The psychological effect is overwhelming. When I'm sitting in a friend's home, or a coffee shop or anywhere there are people, all I can think about is if it is going to trigger while I'm talking to them." She took a sip. "And the overwhelming part is the knowledge that if it starts, there isn't a thing I can do to stop it." She gave what was almost a shudder. "I was eating in a. “Nah. We tried it once, and it bombed. But somehow this just keeps going, year in, year out,” Jeff said.“So, what goes on?” I was really curious. Is this why Debby had been so secretive about her dressing? Must have been.While Jeff and I were talking, the last couple, Dan and Cindy, had arrived. Cindy had been shuffled off to the bedroom, and Dan had dropped onto the couch next to me. He had overheard the tail end of the conversation, and responded, “Watch and see.” Calling out loudly, he.