My Grandfather, in a bad mood that day, decided not to kill me but place my mind and spirit into one of his golden rings. My body was cast out on the ...refuse tip. He placed the ring in his jewellery box.Feeling the other golden items within the jewellery box, I expanded my spirit into the other gold items. I could not expand my spirit into silver items or other metals, or stones, as they are not pure. Later Grandfather took out a gold broach and pinned it on a land owners daughter sari as a. This is the tried and true way. I do enjoy touching myself, but it’s just not as good as this. I really move very little; only when ready for orgasm do I get into any real action.”“Masturbation: I usually ‘hump’ a pillow or a rolledup robe or even a laundry bag – I ride it like a horse, pressing down and easing up repeatedly – pressing harder and harder. With or without clothes on.”“I lie on top of a firm pillow and push a lump in it, then move up and down against it, my weight being on my. Look at me. Tell me you don't want me."I turned to see a totally naked Lynn. Her flat toned belly, shaved pussy, firm enticing breasts all begging for my lips and tongue. Her arms went out as if to draw me into her center. Standing there in front of me shamelessly showing me that what I desired was there and ready to take."Lynn, we can't."My desperation must have shown as Lynn smiled and started to stalk towards me. I couldn't help but watch her body move, breasts swaying, hips twisting, her. "Well," said Don, "I know this guy that has a hotel room and some really good schnapps. Me." I've never tried schnapps," I said. I let go of his hand and danced lightly ahead. Looking back at him, I trilled, "Lots of things I've never tried." I really did "trill." I'm mortified to tell you, but that's the way it was. You tend to trill if you're tipsy, happy and scared out of your wits. Or at least I do. It never happens any more. Pity."You'll like schnapps," he promised. "I'm glad to see you.