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It was Friday afternoon and Foreman was determined to see what all the fuss about toys and masturbation was, since women's magazines devoted whole columns to the art of getting a girl off.
She'd bought a cheap vibrator at the sex store that she and House sometimes visited to get porn or new lube, amused when it came with batteries that recharged. She was armed with a book on the art of touching yourself and the vibrator, along with lube from when they were men.
Foreman was starting with the way the book suggested, gently rubbing her fingers along her slick skin, occasionally grazing her clitoris. Everything was was soft and sensitive.
God, she hoped House didn't walk in on her.
She'd bought a cheap vibrator at the sex store that she and House sometimes visited to get porn or new lube, amused when it came with batteries that recharged. She was armed with a book on the art of touching yourself and the vibrator, along with lube from when they were men.
Foreman was starting with the way the book suggested, gently rubbing her fingers along her slick skin, occasionally grazing her clitoris. Everything was was soft and sensitive.
God, she hoped House didn't walk in on her.