And even before I realized what it was, I started masturbating. So, I used to masturbate imagining him most of the times. Other times, I used to imagi...ne any neighbor uncle or young men who gave me extra attention. But even then, my favorite imagination to masturbate was always with strangers. I used to imagine going to some place alone and be noticed hungrily by stranger men, who slowly approach me for some reason asking details. Since, I like playing innocent [even now ;)], I used to imagine. ." Yes you did Paula, I saw you standing in the window playing with yourself while you watched me, and so there is no reason to lie about it." Oh Jeff I'm sorry. I was changing clothes and when I looked out the window I saw..." Actually it was very sexy, I mean knowing that someone was watching me jack off made me even harder. You enjoyed it too, didn't you?" Well I guess... I mean I was just..."Jeff stepped forward and Paula backed up until her butt was touching the kitchen countertop. Jeff. " But don't I need the right kind of clothes?" I asked."I was thinking we could go to a thrift store," my mother said. "Besides,it's not like you'll wear them again after tomorrow." I'm still going to be a boy shopping for girl's clothes in a thriftstore," I said."And if you didn't look like a boy, you'd look like an older lady. Anolder woman shopping for teenage girl's clothes looks just as silly as ateenage boy doing it. Don't you think?"I thought my mother's rationalization was silly at. Sucking, licking, caressing, nibbling, pinching, squeezing --- you are fully occupied until you feel her hand on your head, urging you down to her most sensative spot. Without missing a beat, you send one hand out, like a scout, to see what the terrain is like.Her mound is so soft, like a newborn c***d's that you almost come again from the sensation. Your finger slips between her lips, and find that she is so wet and hot. Breaking away from her tits, you now settle so that you have complete.