I though we were supposed to?" Supposed to say it or supposed to be virgins?" Uh... both I guess?" Do you masturbate?" Oh Reverend Gillis... I don't w...ant to answer." I guess that means that you do and you're ashamed of it, doesn't it. It's nothing to be ashamed of. We all do it when we can't be with another person." Jim's hand had worked its way up the girl's thigh and as he insinuated it down between them she reluctantly allowed them to part. "And sometimes when we find the right person we do. " I replied. "Make yourself comfortable. Help yourself to a cup of coffee and have a seat. It gets pretty boring here on nights when I have no loads coming or going. So, a little company will be a nice change of pace."She poured herself a cup of coffee and seated her self next to my desk. As she looked around the office, she spotted the notes for my next story sitting next to my laptop. "Oh, are you a writer?" Yeah! Not a good one, but I do write a story now and then." I told her."Am I. Don't be shocked. I'm not the only son screwing his sexy mom these days. Where the hell do you think they got the term "mother-fucker" from, anyway? Almost a year has passed since that delightful afternoon when I discovered that a middle-aged woman has the experience and the desire to show a young man around the bed in ways that a younger girl could never dream of. The fact that the middle-aged woman in question was my own mother certainly didn't bother me if it didn't bother her.We stripped. She was cumming.Amy stopped playing with herself and listened to Monica climax on the other end of the phone.“Wow,” Amy mouthed when Monica was done.They ended their call, Amy ended her bath. She brought herself an orgasm, thinking of Ronnie, college students, and Monica.**Amy was sore the next couple days, but that didn’t stop of her from fucking Ronnie after working out with him. He took her behind the gym one night, in his car the next, snuck her into the men’s bathroom the next night, then.