Try a little something new. Christ, no anal even! And never sucks my nut sack! Make her throw up, my ass! And her fucking idea of oral sex means talki...g about it! Her fault, no two ways about it! With these thoughts in mind, he pictured the Gomer Mellie connection again and felt a new stirring in his crotch.Oohwee! He thought, just seeing Gome's huge pecker pounding that tight, rubbery-like pussy of hers... Oohwee! Well, Oooh-the-the-fuck-wee!Then the stirring went away as fast as it had. The messenger returned sometime later. Kristen sent word that she would be home in an hour or so. She asked me to wait. I sat in her parlor and was entertained by her charming daughters.Kristen arrived quietly. She spent some time watching the girls and me. The girls squealed when they saw her. She hugged and kissed each of them, then sent them off to prepare for dinner. I had been standing there through this in pure admiration. My Kristen had matured into the most beautiful and desirable woman. "Thank you, but he was not a good man anyway... or a good lover," she said with a sly grin and a wink.I wasn't sure how to respond, so I just smiled."You are a handsome man, my tutor," she said with a smile. "I think you have been popular with many young girls, no?" Yes, a few," I chuckled."Oh, more than a few, I think," she teased as she stood up and walked past me. Her long, slender fingers traced along my shoulder and gave me a shiver. "I see how my girl looks at you."She picked up my glass. Any experienced girl or woman would have recognized what she was sitting on, but not naive Wilma. When she got up, she walked over me and I could see up her skirt. Amazingly, she was not wearing panties either. What is it with these girls, I thoughtthen I recalled that their mother Sara did not wear underwear either? To further confirm that none of the girls were panties, I tumbled over and grabbed Betty. I purposely pushed my hand to her pussy mound, and once again, no panties. Dammit,.