“I’ll tell you exactly where I’ve been!” she said, her voice suddenly loud. Someone stopped the music and people looked on a little anxiously,... expecting trouble. “For the past six months I’ve been living in shit!” said Molly, keeping her voice steady and more measured. “Putting up with your crap is where I’ve been. Except for tonight!” she said, grinning. “Tonight, I have been on a journey you wouldn’t have a hope in hell of taking me on. A journey that gave me a proper connection between two. The thought of her watching me masturbate was arousing but it worried me a little as to what she thought about it. I was desperate to confront her but in no way did I have the confidence to do so. Janet had never come across as a sexual person so it was frustrating to think that nothing may come of this. I spent my time thinking about her constantly and I was praying for an opportunity to be alone with her.It had been a long day at work and coming home to a house that was also occupied by my. It was enough that they knew I masturbated; they didn't have to know exactly when I was doing it.In my baby doll pajamas, I would sit up against my headboard, push a pillow behind my head and spread my legs. Quickly I'd get naked and begin to play with my budding tits. I used to rub the growing orbs, pinch my nipples, feather them with an open palm. I was aware that boys liked to touch girls' breasts and as I played, I would imagine usually one of the boys in school, someone who looked good and. He raised them higher off the bed, then reached to where his cock was jack-hammering into the raging, liquid depths of her cunt. He stretched the crevice of her ass wider, searching with the tip of his middle, vaginal juice dampened finger for her anus.A tiny rivulet of warm moisture had coated the smooth, widespread cleft, moistening the tiny puckering hole. He pushed hard with the tip of it, feeling it give almost reluctantly, then suddenly the tight, elastic nether-ring opened before his.