So I said ‘Hmm.’ in a deep, somber voice. It worked. She put her hand to her chest, nodded her head significantly, and went on. ‘Yes, you’re q...ite right or course, he always …’, she continued, and I blocked her out, reduced her rambling to white noise in the back of my mind. It didn’t help much, still annoying. I wonder if there was a way to tell her about the cheese without being inapropriate. Certainly not while I’m supposedly listening to her ramble. Ah, it’s coming to an end. Now to finish. As i was working up a sweat out in the garden i saw Mary arrive. Now Mary was our closest neighbor and my mother's best friend she was forty something never been married but had countless boy friends. Mary was riding her bicycle and had worked up a sweat in the quarter mile between the farms. As Mary stopped to talk to me it was plain as day Mary wasn't wearing a bra her nipples threatened to poke through the fabric of her tank top. God how i wanted to get my hands on those big jugs just. ..”“Barb, I thought you were on the Pill,” I blurted.“Ben, for heaven’s sake, I’m in a lesbian marriage. Why in hell should I be on the Pill?”“I thought you were on the Pill, Mom,” Bink sighed.Mandy snickered. I’m glad she’s seeing a humorous side to this because my mind’s going in ninety different directions.“Well, we DID have those big piles,” she said.“But I always came in Sara...”“That LAST big pile,” Barb said. “I KNOW you unloaded in me that ONE time, maybe more. And besides, all it takes. "It was like being a c***d again, to walk on her knees. Corey wished Mr. Aslam would share her laughter as she worked at coping with his zipper. It was such fun having no hands, like an old time parlour game. It took her lips, her teeth and het tongue...! Even at that he had to help a little."I am pleased, Miss Gibson. Even discounting the potion...!"Miss Gibson diluted shock at the sudden emergence of her new owner´s male organ by looking up, dewey eyed, and suggesting shyly: "Why don´t you.