Masturbating ain't what it used to be...sorta

When I was growing up here in Greenville, MS. I used to masturbate like a fiend. I can remember the my first fond memory of the date with my right hand. The movie we saw together in the privacy of my room was The Name Of The Rose. Now, when I come home to visit the family, I have to do the deed before I leave the ATH because I just can't masturbate at home anymore. It just doesn't feel right to masturbate at home. It's so odd, that home was once your masturbation headquaters and then after you go away and come back, you just can't do it there anymore. It just feels weird and dirty. Ewww....