You know, the one that can barely contains my large breasts. Can you remember the first time I put it on for you, how I danced for you, the way I stra...dled your lap, my fingers tracing across my soft skin, before slipping the straps slowly off my shoulders? You couldn’t resist taking my large breasts in your hands, pulling and tweaking my nipples, delighting with the look of pleasure on my face.” She slipped the straps of her nightdress down and started to grope at her breasts. “Can you. She had even resorted to the use of her old standby Mr. Stuffings who normally resided in the bottom drawer of her dresser. The battery operated tubular device had served her well both in University and on the many holiday trips she had made with her parents in the next room. It would have been most unseemly to have invited a male acquaintance into her quarters with them in such close proximity.Now that she was alone, she merely solved her pussy-stuffing challenges with handy strange males up. That their love for each other will be strong enough to sustain anything brought their way.Totally wet now, Tim lowers the hose and stops the spray. He and Abbie walk together to the patio. Wet as they are, Tim tells Abbie to just sit at the table. He did bring out the table, chairs, and grill during the morning work, so the patio is ready for the summer.Both realize they need to put some sunscreen on before returning to work. Tim tells Abbie he will get the lotion and fix them some lunch. . Being from an open minded family and a big city, me and my parents were quite frank about sex. My parents were also very modern.Mom was 38 yrs old housewife and very sexy and always wore short clothes or tight leggins and jeans with deep cut tops to reveal her cleavage. Dad was a handsome rich businessman of age 39 and wore normal dresses. This incident is of one of those days when . When I returned from college I saw them both ready to go out for an evening. I asked them where they were going..