"Ok listen," She said, "We do not want anybody to find out about this. We don't want to tell any of our parent that we were masturbating." The w...ole time I am just nodding my head. "Fuck. I don't know what to fucking do." She kept sighing. "Ok look, John, just let me finish masturbating. You can sit in here and watch me, and you can jerk off, since you are not done either." My heart was racing. A girl just told me i can watch her masturbate? She directed me to the end. " I replied. He sighed."What did you do?" He asked me."I bit down" I replied."Stupid girl. If Salem tells you not to do something, then don't do it. If I see you with any more bruises, who's going to get punished?"He asked me."I am." I replied, answering his question."That's right," he replied. Putting my hair behind my ear. He looked up and down my body and at my ripped stockings."I'm guessing Salem did that too?" He asked me."Yes." I replied. He sighed again, shaking his head. ”“Thank you. Heather, I apologize for embarrassing you, but I, like a lot of males, find freckles wonderful. Oddly, I don’t know that I’ve found a single girl or woman who has them that thinks the same. My Harry, that is, my wife, Harriet, thought that they were atrocious when I met her. She still has a few freckles and I still love them. So, don’t think poorly of them. If I am any judge, freckles attract only the best, most-discerning of males.”Mr. Jacobsen then cracked what my dad would call. "Beatrice simply smiled, and then kissed Vicky lightly on the lips, letting her hand slip down over Vicky's thigh. Vicky let it stay there for a moment and then she broke away and went to her own room. Once inside her room Vicky fell on her bed laughing. She didn't know what had come over her, but she felt something strange inside her that was making her act this way.She lay on the bed like that for some time and then she got up and changed out of the clothes that she had worn for dinner that.