Oh god, I could feel his thick shaft slipping back and forth between my saturated lips, and he knew I was about to cum again. He kept fucking my lips,... until I was screaming "ahhhhh yesssss" and my juices were leaking onto his thick black shaft and knob. Dave (the dancer) was fondling his lengthy cock, as he tied it into a half knot with the head strainging to be released. He walked up and untied my halter, pulled it off and flung it to the floor as he started sucking my hardened nipples.My. Did you masturbate more (or less) often while you were breast-feeding?4. If your k**s still live at home, does that affect your freedom to masturbate? (XH will probably censor the k-word, but hopefully it's obvious what I meant)5. Have they ever caught you in the act? If so, how did you handle the situation?6. What about the other way around? 7. Have you ever talked to them about masturbation? If so, what did you say?8. Is there anything you want to tell them, e.g. when they get older or when. Can you say politically correct, hogwash."Then you probably have already worked out your story." I suggested."Why would I need a story?" he asked."One to keep me from calling the police," I suggested."Seems to me you are short on evidence of a crime. You did take your bike back after all." he said smiling one of those smart ass, catch me if you can jail house smiles."Okay, then we have nothing to discuss. I will be happy to call the cop de jour anytime. You might want to rethink the 'you are. I said good night and went into my room, closed the door and turning off the light crawled into bed. I spent the next few minutes trying to will my boner into softness, and, when I finally succeeded, I started to drift off.I could hear Julie in the bathroom running the water and flushing the toilet. Then I heard my door open and her voice, almost a whisper, asking if she could please sleep in my bed tonight. I was startled enough to sit up and look at her naked body silhouetted in the.