Donna in the Tree House

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 When I was a kid, I had a tree house in my back yard. All the kids in my neighborhood loved it and we all hung out there all the time. By the time I was in high school, it was a little run down and I only went to it when I wanted to sneak a beer or just get away from the family. I was pretty naïve and shy, but I loved a beer once in a while. Of course, locking myself in my room was my other escape from family craziness, but that only got me limited peace and quiet. A few times, however, while locked away, I played with myself a little. I loved the feeling of my fingers running up and down my arms, or the touch of my travesti istanbul fingertips to my nipples. That’s all I ever did though, as I said, I was pretty naïve. The summer before my senior year, my cousins visited. I’d always looked up to my cousin Donna… she was a year older and super cool. I thought I could impress her by suggesting we share a beer in the tree house. She had other ideas though. We climbed up the rope ladder and she pulled out a joint. I only vaguely knew what it was, but she seemed like an old pro. She lit it and taught me how to inhale. I only took a couple hits and got super high. istanbul travestileri I’d never felt that way before… obviously.  We talked for what seemed like hours (actually only about 20 minutes) when the talk turned to sex. She asked if I’d ever been with a guy. Although I’d kissed a few and one felt up my breasts in a movie theater, I’d never seen a cock, except in magazines and on the internet. She told me about a guy she’d been sleeping with and gave me all sorts of details. She wasn’t afraid to do everything I’d only fantasized about while playing with my nipples.  As her tales progressed, istanbul travesti I noticed how excited they were making me. I think she noticed too, because she lit another joint and told me to relax. She said that it was normal to feel a bit tingly when talking about sex, and then she asked if I ever masturbated. I was shocked. Who asks that? Particularly to a cousin? I hemmed and hawed a bit, but finally told her how I liked to play with my nipples. With a confused look on her face, she asked if that was all. What else is there, I wondered, and said, “Of course.” She giggled and explained that there’s a lot of other things people can do to themselves. When I suggested that I thought only gay people played with themselves that way, we she laughed and set me straight. While she wasn’t gay, herself, she had a few lesbian friends and wasn’t afraid to help another young woman out.

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