“Remember how I said you weren’t grown up enough to make juices down there?” Her turn to mumble assent. By allowing Betsy to masturbate me, I was exposing my sexual interest in her. Even her bladder was rigid and bulging. When I handed her a towel she looked at me enquiringly, but I shook my head. Sometimes my hand shook as I soaped them. That would have been just too much. Uh-oh! I circled the base of her paunch a few times and then stopped. And all the time, they watched each other with a mixture of affection and desire. Even her bladder was rigid and bulging. I played with her navel a little, and she giggled again through her burps and groans. “When you wash me you hardly touch them anymore. I loved her sweet temper, her generosity, her loyalty to an absent-minded nerd – and right now, I loved her sleek, voluptuous body and that erotic, thrusting belly. So the little intimacies went on – and then went on some more.
