He opened his mouth as if about to say something, but his sentence was stopped short. We both noticed movement from RJ.RJ's hand slowly and timidly ma...de its way to his still-throbbing cock. He hesitated for only a moment, processing what he was about to do. Then he committed. His hand squelched against the tight, wet flesh of his cock. Cum oozed between his fingers as he gripped it. More of Colt's cum dripped to the floor with soft spats. He averted eye contact with us, focusing on his oozing. The word is masturbate. And yes I do. All boys and girls masturbate, sweetheart. And a lot of adults do too. It's harmless fun, Neal. And everybody needs a little harmless fun, don't they?" I guess, Betty. It's just that I... well, it's hard to imagine you reading books like this, and... uh... masturbating. Can I sit up now? I feel better, really."She moved to make room and I sat up. I saw that my shorts were on the floor and my underwear had been pulled down so that the waistband was around my. She was barefoot and both her feet and her hands bore black nail polish. Her tongue was pierced with what looked like a tiny silver barbell. Her eyelashes were like that of a 1950s movie starlet, thick and noticeable. She batted her eyelashes at me now, kept her icy blue eyes locked on mine, a little smile tugging at the corner of her mouth. There was one more thing about her that was as attractive as everything else about her put together….and when you combined that with the. It wasn’t the sort of place where you forgot a prime ingredient of your meal and had to rush to the shops to fetch it. The sun had already gone down and darkness encroached on just about everything; almost sucking the life out of the place. Only the moonbeams seemed to have any fight left in them. The biting cold squeezed and oozed its way through every zip fastener and every buttonhole and especially down the neck; despite me having one of the best down jackets on the market.I was freezing by.