My legs were still sore from skating. He had me walk the gym floor slowly, watching my pace and structure. Then he pointed to a chart of stretches and... told me to work my way slowly through the first ten. I didn’t know what stretching my triceps was supposed to do for my sore legs, but I did all the stretches and then he told me to get on the treadmill and hold an even twenty-minute mile for forty minutes. It took me a little bit to get to speed but once I was at the three-mile-an-hour pace, I. Once I had guided my probing stick to her opening, she pushed herself toward me, to accept my length from behind. She was so eager, that the first few pumps were all her. Forward and back, she rocked. I stood my ground and let her slide up and down my erect member. Eventually, I joined in. My hands guiding her hips, back and forth. My pelvic thrusts, all in tandem. Her wet heat felt so satisfying. Each punch my cock threw was caught with increasing pleasure. The smacking noise of my thighs on. You masturbate, don’t you? I know you do, but did it keep you from wanting your boyfriends?”Fran looked up at her mom. Was she really asking or was it rhetorical? She found her mom waiting. She knew her mom knew she was active but she just let it be with innocent comments about being careful and birth control. Fran nodded, “Yes, I did a lot. You’re right. It only made me want to feel the real thing. It would be what I envisioned as I masturbated.”Erin nodded, “That’s what happened to me, too. I. It was to be my first semi-romance. I must have been about 18. I kind of knew what “walk home” meant. I was a teenager who was excited and exploring new feelings, especially after spending the first twelve years of my life growing up on a religious compound, but I was still nervous of course. I also knew that this park was the best known make out spot in town. He was looking at me intently, his handsome face flushed. “I think they are you know...” he said before pausing. “She’s probably giving.