Jane
Her name was Jane and I had known her for as long as I could remember. Our parents were good friends with each other and they went out together on a regular basis. Since we lived quite a distance from each other, we often stayed at each other's houses overnight. It was 1983 and I was a naive sixteen year old back then who had no experience with girls at all. Jane was nineteen and to me was the most beautiful woman in the world. Of course I had raging hormones (I still do) and I lusted after her...
Masturbation