. I didn't mean to..." But for whatever reason I still hadn't moved my hand, in fact as my fingers squeezed his shaft I felt him do what most men do w...en a woman's hand touches their cock, he moaned and squeezed his muscles and then his cock twitched."Oh God Sharon, Helen used to lay behind me and do that all the time."In my mind I was thinking that this had to stop, and stop right now, but my fingers stayed wrapped around his shaft. Soon I rationalized that there wasn't any real harm in just. The only reason I didn't give my folks any surprizes was because Daddy kept a good supply of condoms in the house and never bothered to take inventory. By the time I started dating 'officially', I was experienced enough to know what I wanted and how to get it. Going out with a boy meant finding an isolated spot and screwing our brains out until the last possible moment before we absolutely had to go home. I dated every boy for fifteen miles around and there were only two who didn't stick their. "Hmm," Mistress Angel pondered, "yes, that's much better... turn sideways on... hmm, good - much more the outline I'm trying to create. Now turn round and step closer to the window... and keep holding your skirt up." Yes, Mistress," I muttered and I slowly obeyed for this widow looked out of the front of the house and, with the nets taken down, I would be clearly visible to anyone who happened to look in the right - or should that be wrong - direction. Behind me I could hear the sounds of. I want to prove to myself that one does not have to be an imbecile to enjoy i****t. I want to prove to myself I can do it and survive. What young, healthy man did not have wet dreams about his mother?Since I grew up without a father, it was my mother who had to tell me about the birds and the bees, and teach me all about sex. It was a blessing to know that the solution for our sexual needs was within us. It was so convenient. We were both very busy. My mother painting pictures, and I practicing.