She went to work, lifting and dropping herself until she couldn’t any more.I took over from underneath and this time, slowing down from before, and ...roceeded to fill her again.She got up and went to the bathroom and came back out.“Get on your back, Mom.”I gripped and put the tip in place and gave a very easy push.“Oh, Charles – that feels nice.”I pushed a little more and the head was in, and she had a great big goofy grin on her face.I proceeded to push a little more every couple of minutes,. That it's gross and disgusting and no proper young woman does that, right?"Emily nodded."Well, by that definition, your mother hasn't been a proper young woman since before I met her." She wasn't a ... A virgin?" Emily asked."No, Emily. Your mother and I had both had sex with other people by the time we met and, yes, we had sex with each other before we got married. And, yes, she did do oral sex. Has since before I met her. Don't get me wrong. She does think it's gross and disgusting. She may. Over the next few weeks, the husband became bolder, eschewing the ice cube in favor of tweaking Carol’s nipples with his fingers or squeezing her breasts with his hand. Carol enjoyed both. It gave her goose bumps, made her feel good all over and made her pussy wet. The husband was not the first man to touch her in this way, although he was certainly the oldest. Carol sensed that the husband appreciated that she would let him touch her in such a private and pleasurable way. It was like a gift. She had recently gotten one on her right breast and wanted my opinion. As she peeled down her dress to reveal a small rose with a large thorn with a drop of blood on it, my thoughts were confirmed – she wasn’t wearing a bra. As she talked about how much it hurt to have the tattoo done in that tender area, she caught me gazing down between her breasts. “You haven’t heard a word I’ve said, have you Steve?” Anna blurted out, her deep blue eyes looking directly into mine. It was at that moment that.