” I took a sip of my drink and Sawyer followed suit, making a bit of a face as he sipped the vodka laced orange juice I had concocted for him. “OK... now I have told you how I do it. It is your turn. How do you masturbate?”Sawyer was still a little apprehensive of sharing these details, so he asked another question, “Cindy, how often do you masturbate?”I decided to be quite honest, “Unless my husband and I just had intercourse, and I have just achieved an orgasm, I pretty much try to masturbate. It was a pretty laid-back place, pricey, but very popular because of the food.I’d never seen her without a suit jacket, that I remember. She said she’d seen me with Danny somewhere, but I don’t recall seeing her. I’d have to ask. Point was, without the jacket, my rating of outstanding rose closer to magnificent. I’m not a boob man. I’m a leg man. Hers, her breasts, were perfect for her size, though, and her fitted blouse accentuated her form. Perfectly. B plus, C minus, in any case, gorgeous on. He’s a heck of a guy.”“Yes, he is,” said Felicity, feeling warmth surge through her at the thought of her husband. She could never have asked for a more loving man, even though he was too old to give her a family. He was so loving that he sent her off to enjoy being with a younger man, knowing somehow, that she needed that, or at least a taste of that. The taste she’d already gotten was deliciously tantalizing. The thought of drinking more deeply was tantalizing too.And, what made her happiest. I woke up one night and found my step brother on top of me having sex with my limp asleep body. after I noticed what he was doing I tried toget him off me but he was biggier then me and I was over powered by him I knew I would never be able to stop him so I just up and laid there with tears runningdown my face thinking what I had done to deserve this. I started thinking about all the times I woke sore and hurting and realized that he had been having sexwith me for awhile. I was doing my daily.