"I-I will," Biff said. "Goodbye."

"Goodbye, sweetheart," Marge said.

Biff hung up. His head was swimming. So was his hand. Gooey jism covered the fist that was still wrapped around his shrinking cock.

It was certainly strange how he had forgotten all about that episode from his past. But, after all, he couldn't appreciate what he had seen at that age. But he did know it was something he shouldn't have done. It was almost like having been caught with his hand in the cookie jar.

But now that he was a horny teenager, he began to savor that memory. It had been the most exciting thing that had ever happened to him. Too bad something like that couldn't happen again.

But maybe it would.

Biff wiped his hand and prick. Then he got the phone book and looked up Marge's number. He memorized it easily.

He would call Sandy. And, who knows, he might even get another glimpse of Marge jerking off. But even if he didn't, Sandy might prove interesting. After all, she had an ass like Marge always wanted.

CHAPTER TWO

Biff spent the next few days in a horny fever. All he thought about was that long-forgotten episode when he saw Marge jerking off and about talking to her on the phone.

That chicks jerk off at all was a revelation to the boy. That he had forgotten all about seeing Marge jerk off was interesting, too. And Biff was amazed at how much fun it had been jerking off while talking on the phone to that lusty lady.

Most of all, though, Biff concentrated on the memory of standing outside Marge's room and watching her engaged in that mysterious practice.

Thinking as hard as he could about every detail pf that scene, Biff had to admit that he didn't remember exactly how her naked body had looked. It was hard to know what he had remembered and what his own mind was now supplying.