We were watching TV when Pat asked me if I’d lie down on the couch next to her. I didn’t know why but it was a “why not?” My parents didn’t ...breathe a word about sex to me. A friend had taught me about masturbation. Pat had well developed tits and we lay on our sides pressed together. She didn’t kiss me or I would have maybe gotten the idea. I didn’t make any moves so she took charge and pulled my hand to cup her still-clothed tit. Her hips pressed against mine which still had a flaccid organ. I. Then Erika continued her story. “You see, even though we were so close, neither of us had ever talked about touching ourselves, but we started talking about it, and Tanya goes, ‘I wonder what it’s like when somebody else does it.'”“So we tried fingering each other that night,” Tanya said, taking over, “And it was fantastic. So we started doing it all the time when we were kissing each other, kissing and fingering each other’s pussies.”“Seriously?” I said, amazed at what I was hearing, but I. (Andy) Just be careful what kind of tracking software the boss uses, unless you work for Mindy! LOL(Bill Hart) Actually, I was just notified today that my workstation will no longer be backed up starting tomorrow night and all existing tapes will be reused.(Bashful) I take my laptop with me and don't put it on the company system any more!(Mindy) Andy we track people at work, playboy.com shows up a bunch!(Bashful) Not playgirl.com?(Andy) Well, everyone needs wallpaper! *Grin*(Mindy) LOL(Ellie). All I could think of the rest of that Sunday was how could I get alone with him again. My stomach had no appetite for food. I couldn’t eat or think of lunch, or even of dinner. I cooked for my daughters and husband and went without. I just wanted to be alone with my thoughts. I just wanted privacy to recall every moment in that closet. What had happened to me there?It was so intense, so unbelievably wicked what we had done.I knew it was wrong, but I could not help myself. I wanted to relive.