“Do you need a hand?” Julie jumps and stops masturbating as she looks at me. I can see her brain working! Confidently facing me she restarts figur...ing her pussy and tweaking a nipple. Making a decision, “No I need a cock. Interested?” Turning to some straw bales she bends placing one hand on them for support; the other is keeping her pussy interested.Entering the stall she watches me dropping my short. As I move towards her bum I step out of them. I’m naked except for my boots. When I’m within a. Such a sexy picture in my mind right now.Keep slowly stroking that tight rosebud. Feel the nerve endings come alive. You may slide a finger inside that tight hole if you desire, otherwise keep stroking.That’s it.Let me ask you. Do you need to cum? Is it time for your release?I just need to know that you’ve followed my directions.Have you baby?I bet you have. I’m sure that you’ve earned it.There’s just one, last thing standing between you and your orgasm. It’s a countdown. A Cum Countdown. "Despite the fact that they were friends, Corri could never call her Alice. Mrs Redoubt had been her teacher when she was in the third grade.She was the most experienced teacher in the state with over 40 years atthe job. Corri felt obligated to address her respectfully."So what's your plans for the weekend, Corri?"For a moment, the mask slipped down. It wasn't the polite youngschoolteacher who inexplicably answered so blatantly, but rather a womanwhose primal desires needed to be filled.. I couldn't imagine being celibate for five weeks, much less five years.I glanced at dad sideways, wondering if he masturbated and how often he did it. Surely he must do it, everyone did, even when having regular sex. The thought of dad lying on his bed masturbating, his hand gripping his dick and groaning and cumming made me squirm in my chair. That was a weird feeling being turned on by the thought of your parent jacking off.With those strange thoughts running through my head, we finally went.