" "I can help you out, darling, if you want, but I'd like you to help me too, okay?"I must have looked puzzled because I was. She then explained that ...she knew I was masturbating regularly, as she had found stains on her knickers in the wash basket. She told me that was okay as young boys do things like that.. She said that everyone masturbates at some point and admitted she did it herself, as she was lonley on her own. "My Mother admitted that she was doing it a lot", or trying to, but was. I had done a great job in hiding my penis, surely its small sizecollaborated in the success of this first attempt. Finally I focused myattention on contemplating how the thong accentuated the shape of my hipsand legs in an extremely feminine way, I was convinced that the outfitsuited me very well and that I suited it as well.The next step was the big one, I stood on the tip of my toes and began totwist my hips to either side in order to be able to appreciate theexposed sides of my ass and legs.. There was something erotic about watching Dolores manipulate both men. Lydia’s expression said she was interested in watching Dolores work them over.“Mack’s cock doesn’t make me feel anything. But your hands are doing a nice job.”Mack’s own cock was swollen and as hard as he ever had experienced in his life. This was a hell of an experience for a Midwestern conservative like himself.“Dolores, I’d like you to taste both of us and alternate back and forth for a while and then try to put both of. I pushed harder and harder until three of my fingers were in her.I pushed my finger in her ass. We were on the bed in 69 position. Two fingers, then three and pushed hard. She was shouting, partly in pain but I didn’t budge. I wanted to feel more, deeper side of her. Suddenly I hit something soft and muddy. I stopped pushing. I knew what it was. I hit a piece of shit inside her. Somehow my fingers felt nice when I touched them. She stopped shouting for once and said.“You shouldn’t have gone.