You have never met my husband, he does not live with me here. He is very ill. I think he will die soon, no matter what I do or say." You are grown up ...nough to share a drink and talk about matters of love and sex, I think? What would you like?"Her hand so gently brushed, well, more than gently brushed or ..touched my knee.It didn't matter how much sex I had had, how was a sixteen year old supposed to respond to that?Miss Hanscomb returned with two half filled brandy snifters. "Well, I think. I was driving my parents Dodge truck since we were going camping. We had the bed full of camping gear. We had only driven about a block from the house when Meg asked me to turn right on the next corner. I turned on the street she indicated and after driving for another two blocks, we came across Sydney standing in front of a house on the corner."Stop," she ordered.When I pulled to the curb Meg, who was sitting in the middle, climbed over Jim and jumped out of the truck. She walked over to. "Just look at you and look at the girls. My God! If I ever looked like you I would be rich!"Ellie gracefully dropped to her knees and sat back on her ankles with her torso upright. With a quick move she slipped the sweater over her head and then released the catch on her bra. Now stripped to the waist, she just looked at Andy but said nothing. In spite of her excess weight, her breasts were round and full with very youthful-looking nipples. With her back up straight they were proudly. Clay gasped with the shock. And as Joan pulled out again, he pushed up to meet her next stroke. Joan grinned - she'd always known fucking someone like this would be great. She drew it out for as long as she could, driving into Clay softly then hard, then slowing down again when she got too close to climax. She especially enjoyed watching Clay's titties bounce as she pounded into him. Clay had begun giving the little gasping sobs that she always associated with her own climaxes. It was her.