"I'll do it myself!" she said aloud with sudden resolution, and then stood, shocked by her own daring. Could she do it? Could she... masturbate? The w...ord frightened her. Wasn't it as bad as what Jack had tried to do to her this morning? Well, maybe not, she thought. After all, Jack puts his finger in me all the time. It's certainly better than... and she shuddered as she thought of someone putting his mouth to a wet, hairy, quivering cunt.And I can control it myself, Pam continued to think. Then as suddenly as it all kicked off, it all went quiet, and I released my paters testicle, covered in my saliva.Cindy was started to gasp, and I guessed she was having another big one, so as she had requested I placed my fingertip into her crinkled puckered butt hole and pushed up inside, feeling daddy's cock move around.'Oh fucking hell', she screamed out loud, as she squeezed my inserted finger with her powerful sphincter muscle, in a numerous rapidity, so strong were her convulsions, I. Ashby Grammar was small and shabby compared to Alderman Newton and the teaching was none of the best. The best teachers were a couple of ex-servicemen who were invalided out of the Army in the first years of the war. They were still young enough to remember what it was like being a boy in war-time. The other thing about it was the strangeness of making a new set of friends. In Highfields I grew up with a street-full of kids like myself. Girls played girls’ games, boys played street football. Ed said that he looked so much like he was dressed for a formal party that he deserved a more dignified name. They all laughed at that, and the name stuck.Grace and Liz were impressed with both dogs, and the demonstration with Ed's daughter convinced the women that the two dogs were worth training. Grace wrote a check for the two animals, and they loaded them in the van. They hurried to pick up the second van, and Grace drove that home after all of the paperwork had been covered. Meanwhile, Liz.