There staring backfrom the mirror was an attractive woman. The highlights were perfect anddefinitely not too over the top. Was I beautiful? No, but I ...was at leastattractive enough to turn a head or two I hoped. I wanted to saysomething but all I could do was stare with a tear running down my cheek."Well?" Margo smiled."Oh my God! You're an artist," I said as she took the cape from me."I know that," she laughed. "Do you like it?" I love it," I said as I stood up and gave her a hug."There is a. ” I say softly. He picks me up in his arms. I wrap my hands around his neck so I do not fall. Once in his room he throws me down playfully on his bed and pins me down. Sitting on top of me he takes off his shirt and starts to tease me some more. He then reaches behind me and takes off my bra, while holding my hands above my head. He reaches to the head of his bed and grabs a fuzzy boa and proceeds to tie my hands above my head so that I can move them; just as fast as he did that he took my. I was tickling around her ass as I sucked her cunt one night and pretty soon my finger was way up inside her butt. She went wild,” I said. “Since my finger made her scream, I decided to try it with my tongue. And she loves it!”“My god, mom, you should feel it.” Lynn continued, “I thought there was almost nothing in the world better than feeling his finger up my rear. I just gush cum. But then when when he replaces his finger with his tongue, I go totally ape shit. He’ll first wiggle it. It had been the best sex of my life.Is masturbation sex? Not technically, but emotionally? Mentally? I like to think sexual expression is still special when it occurs alone. Masturbation can be self-love instead of self-hate if it isn’t always perceived as a substandard substitute. Maybe it was just being sixteen, but I had been happy to take my time with myself, perpetually petrified at feeling silly at the end of another weeping climax.Until now…I thought of looking for that vibrator Madison.