No grace period on this one for masturbation.Maybe they figured lunch was time enough for that? I gripped the edgeof my table till my knuckles were wh...ite.The bell rang. I could hardly hear it over the rush of blood in myears.Should I just run to the bathroom? Find a stall and give an outlet tomy hunger there? Hell, why even go that far? None of the other girlsseemed to care about masturbating in the halls. Why not plunge myhands down here and now and quenching this red-hot lust in my. He denied it and sheinsisted it was true. He just could not believe it. Then the officephone rang. He answered it and it was his wife. She said, "I have totell you something, please do not freak out. At dinner tonight you willbe dressing as a maid. Please do not be mad, Faith asked me if it wasfine and I thought that it would be a good way for you to prove to meyou are telling the truth about not kissing Naomi."Tim was destroyed hearing the news. He could not believe his wife wasacting so. ." O.K.! Stop right there, Jim. We're not going down that road, thank you." Oh relax, Molly. Seriously, you did just as many wild things as I've done, with just as many people. Maybe more." I know," Molly said somewhat reluctantly. "But that doesn't mean I have to be reminded of it." No, I think it means you DO have to be reminded of it!"Molly pondered her brother's words for a few moments."I was pretty crazy, wasn't I?" she said, feeling relaxed for the first time since she arrived .... "Drop those pants and take off that shirt," Linda said.I did, and stood there in my boxers. The cool air on my bare chest--- mybreasts!--- felt so disturbing that I nearly looked down. Instead, Iclosed my eyes."Boxers too," she added, and I complied."Okay, put on these panties and shorts."I opened my eyes just enough to take them. Then I backed up to the bed andsat down to put them on. The soft cotton of the panties snugged up againstmy crotch--- my now flat crotch. The denim shorts wouldn't.