I’d been pulling her in
this direction for weeks and she was ever less reticent to
‘fess up. Xnxx I still
listened at the bathroom door. Boy, was I going to have a good
time with this one. One afternoon, alone in the house together, she asked,
“Can we have a heart-to-heart?”
Grinning and with a pointed look at her left breast, I
said, “Sure, girl, I’d love to have a heart-to-heart with
you. I was still
trying to look down her blouse or up her dress. Do guys, you know…jack…uh, masturbate?”
Do guys…? I still
listened at the bathroom door. That’s why I’m asking. Is that the way you *always* do it? . “What do
you mean, me? Just *how* do you
do it. I was still
trying to look down her blouse or up her dress. Is that the way you *always* do it? Whatever it was, she’d been thinking about it for
days at least, but now she had to compose the words. Now, her voice more certain, “Yeah.
