Aunt Marti had put as much effort into the mornings work as I had. The cabin was much cleaner. The windows were washed, the floor was swept, the walls... and furniture were dusted, the curtains were drying on a clothesline that hadn't been there yesterday and a large pot of water was heating on the stove."Are we done with work for the day?" I asked with a mouthful of sandwich. Aunt Marti's breasts peeped out of the halter-top with every movement of her arms."Yes, we are. The water on the stove is. The Chimes. Hm.Her mother was getting up to greet her from the living room. "Hello, Nicole! How was your d-" Her sentence stopped right in its tracks when she clapped eyes on me. A brief flash of something that left too quickly to be identified filled her eyes, as she looked back at Nicole and smiled.Noting the silence, Mr. Baker looked up from his book to see me, doing a double take when he saw me for the first time. He looked me dead in the eyes and cleared his throat. "Um, sweetheart, maybe. Thats how her frequent masturbation came about. When she was a 9 years old she'd went into her fathers room and took one of his DVD's, seeing a pretty girl on on it and thinking it was a movie. She's watched it and almost instantly her pussy had began getting wet. She followed what she'd seen the girls in the movie do. Now. 5 years later, she'd gotten into the habit of masturbating daily, sometimes even up to three times in a day. Once she'd epierenced cumming she'd gotten hooked. Every. How was she going to respond to that? What she had done that morning - well it certainly wasn't the way a “good” girl was supposed to behave. On the other hand, they hadn't exactly forced her into it either. “Uh, yeah...” she allowed sheepishly, “I guess that's right...” Ashley had a strained look about her. “But I was also scared,” she added quickly. “It was all like way too much, and I don't think I want to talk about it anymore.” “Sorry,” Brad said, returning his glass to the table, “but let.