“Which question?”“Why is it easy to talk about sex with you?”I puffed the cigar, blew some smoke rings, and smiled at her.Eventually, impatien..., she prompted, “Well?”“I’m demonstrating my answer.”“Huh?”“It’s something you might want to try. It’s called listening.”Rachael sat, silently staring at me. She didn’t look amused.After a few uncomfortable seconds, I asked, “Did I upset you?”She shook her head, watching me.“Are you sure? I didn’t mean it in a bad way.”She finally spoke. “Well, I tried. We try to get together once a week for lunch while the kids are at school and the younger ones nap for some quiet time, adult conversation, and an occasional margarita or mojito. One week was especially stressful for one of the girls. Marisol lives about a mile away, she has a husband and three children, all of which are in school during the day. She put a “bat call” out for us all to get together one Thursday morning. We started out with the typical brunch and made some yummy mojitos. . The hot-assed mother's fingers flew fast and furiously over her clit as she eagerly watched her son's maddening display. She watched his tongue flick out and run over the girl's steaming clitoris, watched it and wished that his tongue was working between her own naked legs."Oh Terry! Terry! I love it, Terry! Lick it! Lick my cunt! Stick your tongue up my pussy! Harder! Fuck me with your tongue, dear! Fuck me!"Wendy moaned, lust raging like a fire inside her."I'm gonna fuck you all right, baby,. It was wrong to do this. He could get caught. But then, it was wrong to do what he was alre4ady doing. He was still convincing himself of reasons not to go any further when he laid himself down on her bed. He propped himself up on one elbow and curled himself around her head so that his penis was level with her mouth. She did not stir despite his lack of caution. Again he stroked her lips with his head. This time she moved. It was just her head and Ryan was sure that she had not woken but it.