No, Deb Catches You.

Deb comes out of the bathroom completely naked except for a towel to you looking shamefaced and attempting to stop the vibration of the dildo by shoving it back in her drawer. You grin sheepishly.

"Sorry," you say, "was open and...erm..."

Deb actually bursts out laughing.

"It's okay, sweetie," says Deb, closing the distance and ruffling your hair, "you masturbate, I masturbate, the whole world masturbates. There's a little switch here."

Deb turns it off, looking at it, and then looking at you.

"'Course," she says, "it's nothing like the real thing. That's the best."

Deb tosses it back in the drawer and closes the drawer. She licks her thick lips and gently presses her big body, especially her huge boobs with nothing but the towel between you and them, against you.

"Don't you agree that the real thing is much better than masturbating," she whispers.

"Well, I...," you say, embarrassed, "I wouldn't know...see, I'm..."

You can't say it, and Deb's eyes widen.

"You're a virgin," she says, "oh, sweetheart, I didn't know. C'mere."

Deb wraps her arms around you and squashes her big body against you...and then her eyes widen as she feels your bulge against her. She rubs her hips against it experimentally.

"Damn," she whispers, "you're almost as big as...wow."