Every girl either did it, or was accepting of it. If you admitted to any sexual activity, going topless, or at least opening your blouse, was acceptab...le. There was a line, and every girl was familiar with it: you kept your pants on. Of course that line blurred and more or less vanished after the Prom, but you at least faked being true to it.You never, ever, under the slightest circumstances, admitted to doing anything with an adult except gazing from a distance. I, for instance, came in for. Probably my first such memories revolve around when I used to slink into my Mom's bedroom and get her stockings and panties from her laundry hamper and masturbate with them. I can recall with crystal clarity the powerful sense of excitement and danger in the act. I knew Mom could walk in on me doing the dirty deed with her lingerie, but not only did I not care, I would jerk off furiously fantasizing that she would catch me in the act and finish jerking me off herself. Those were the best. He ties the hair drier to its base and shoves it into the hilt. In a stern voice he commands, "Don't let this drop!" Her well-trained muscles squeeze onto it for dear life as he turns it on full blast and leaves the room. In the den, he casually makes himself a drink and checks the news about the storm. After a few minutes, he hears the screams have stopped, and checks to make sure she's not passed out. The smell of sex hits him like a sledgehammer. The suitcase is forever drenched in her. I did it! He's hard! I'm sucking cock and doing it well. Suck the cock suck the cock suck the cock..."As my neck powered my fellatio, and the tightly concave configuration of my cheeks around his stiffy elicited more and deeper moans, I became more cognizant of my actions. His hardness allowed me to suck it without holding it up. It occurred to me that the reward for giving good head is that you don't have to hold the base of the penis in order to keep it in your mouth, and that whole 'idle.