Her hand is beautiful and cool. Her grip is firm in a way, but feminine. She knows I'm near the edge, so she doesn't move much, just some light, still...pressure. The shaving has made a difference. My penis feels very bare, as though it's been taken out of protective wrapping. Frieda strokes it tenderly a few times and lets it go. I'm sick with yearning."I can do what I like with it, can't I? she asks."Oh, yes," I say."I have you in a fragile state, don't I?" I nod vigorously. I'm enthralled, a. “And then, despite them defiling you, you went back to another party. You dropped out of college after that one didn’t you. Had to get your stomach pumped from alcohol poisoning. And you did that all yourself. Didn’t you?” he asked. Three fingers inside her now, her hips writhing helplessly.“Yes, ” she whimpered, biting her lip. “I wanted to feel. I needed to feel. I drank too much though, even after some had used me, I started vomiting, got cold, clammy. I don’t know who but one of them made. Would you like to know what it feelslike?" Uh huh." Well, it feels just marvelous. I'm now twisting my right nipple betweenmy thumb and two fingers. I'm pulling on it and rolling it around andit's getting harder and longer. The more I tug on it the longer it gets.It's like you getting a hard-on, but not quite as big. You really liketo look at me playing with my own tits, don't you." Uh huh," Bobby mumbled."And when I play with them it sends nerve jolts right down to myclit. Sometimes when I'm. Dad interjected, nearly shouting, “Sandra!”That just increased Mom’s levity from cackling to guffawing. Though my brain was not humming when I hit the kitchen entrance, the previous 30 seconds had kicked it into high gear, and I quickly figured out Mom’s meaning and Dad’s reaction. I chanced a risqué response, “Is it that big?”Dad’s loud response was over-ridden by Mom falling to the floor, kicking her heels, and giving the loudest – and longest – belly laugh that I’ve ever heard from her. Dad.