“Once or twice,” admitted Rhona who had become the bolder of the two. Zara gave the merest nod in agreement.“But never to orgasm?” asked Sarah....“That’s dirty, and only bad girls do that,” responded Zara, “that’s what mum says.” Rhona nodded in agreement.Sarah and I just managed not to burst out laughing and offend the pair of them.“Lesson number one,” said Sarah, “Masturbation is natural, wonderful and educational. You can learn so much about your sexuality and your bodies. You need to forget. The window was open and she heard Mrs. Rhoslyn and one of the maids clucking away like a pair of hens as they folded the wash. She couldn't help but eavesdrop:“...because my father's father was a miner, and you know they've always lived down in the mines,” Mrs. Rhoslyn said. “They knock three times to warn a man he's about to die, but never soon enough that he'd be able to save himself. It's their way.”“My mother's bachelor uncle fell in love with a woman who rowed a golden boat across the lake. And of how I have now gotten into a relationship with him, his friend Bill and Ron,How I got started in all of this is what some of you have been asking me, How I got started in enjoying playing with myself and how I came ( so to speak) to love using toys on myself.As for the use of toys, it all really started when I was in my early teens.I was still at home, obviously, and shared the house with my 2 younger brothers, the youngest one 10 at the time and Mark would have been 12. I have one elder. Her pussy lips puffed outward, red and swollen, and glistening with her juices.I pulled my swimsuit down, and awkwardly slid it off. Mom raised her head and looked at me. My cock was hard and erect, the veins on it throbbing."Oh, God!" she moaned, "Oh, God! No! We can't! No!"I grabbed the base of my cock and held it in my hand, brushing the head of it against mom's protruding cuntlips. I made little circles with its tip around her clitoris, then lower, brushing her wet, swollen opening with the.