Masturbation

Joanna rose along the dark streets while she ran home, her heart beating and the burning lungs of effort. The rubber soles of his sneakers hit the shiny, wet and wet sidewalk of a sudden rain. A few drops were still falling. The girl was grateful for the raindrops that had amortized her hair and her shirt. With luck, she could tell her mother that the wet spots on her shirt were just rain.

Tim was on his back. Naked, he was lying in one of the plastic chairs. With his wife on a shopping trip and children at school, he felt comfortable enough to come back for a little fun.

He had recently been won in some solo water sports, using his pee as lube for a kinky masturbation session. While he was fantasy, he remembered with scrupulous the first days of marriage, when his wife Dee was open to new adventures. Unfortunately, fifteen years had elapsed, and if it were children, of time, or that the average old belly that had developed on them both, it had gotten less and less adventurous.

Over the last ten years, I have come from a gentle, innocent, extremely naive 18 years of the Bible belt to, with the possible exception of my aunt Sally, the best cock and pipe artist to find. I left the house when I was 18 to go to college in South California. My parents were very strict; My father is a Baptist pastor and my mother teaches the summer school and leads the church choir. They only agreed to go to school if I stayed with my aunt Sally, who lived in some college blocks. Sally was only ten years older than me, but had a master’s degree in library science with a minor in economics. Mom and Dad approved it and felt that she, despite only 28 years old, would be a guardian fit for their sweet virgin girl. As we didn’t know.