"What the hell are you talkin' about?"Becky stepped back. She held one hand up to her face, as if she were staring through binoculars. The other hand ...he moved down to her crotch, using it to grip fiercely an imaginary cock. Licking her lips, she made her fist go up and down in a pretty good imitation of a masturbating male.Betsy got the idea. She moved away from her father, into the center of the room. Sinking back onto the bed, she posed like a centerfold model, cupping and offering her tits,. . from the time before the Phage. Boys that hadgrown up not knowing of a single, living woman still had pornographyfrom their fathers and the times before. Still had the carnal urges thatour race demanded for procreation. Like one half of a whole feelingphantom pains for a limb that had withered away and died off, theylimped on and wondered at their missing pieces. And now I looked likethat missing piece. Leslie too, I had to imagine since I hadn?t botheredto look at him thoroughly yet.So I. "But it was a two-way thing, you know. She made me happy, too."Hearing that also made me quite happy. I was fond of Joan. She'd once confided in me that she'd never married because she'd spent her whole working life with John and had been his lover for over twenty years. She was in her late forties now and still a very sexy and self-assured lady."Anyway," she smiled as she wrapped her arms around my neck, "Enough of your mother for now. I feel in need of a damn good fucking. Are you. . wait 4 me.. wil b back in 15 mins..(she stood up n left to a room… swaying her ass sideways…)I thot she was getting horny about wic I was rite…I sat der waiting n rubbing ma groin thinking about how wud she b in a bikini…After about 10 mins she arrived from d room…She was wearin a red over gown.. n from d strings of d bra I cud make out dat it was pink inside..She asked me to move to the backyard wer was her swimming pool..N o man I was getting fuckin crazy…wen she told me dat…Priyanka :.