I keep rubbing her thighs and making her laugh slowly turning the conversation to a more sexual nature. I asked her what do you want to do when we ge... to Vermont,? She smiled and gave me her innocent response go hiking and just relax, she answered with a little smile. I couldnt help but tease her as the warmth in-between her legs was driving me insane. Is that it, I probed further. My wife started to get the drift of where this was going and she gave me a more sexual answer, well no of course. Now what do you want me to tickle?"He traced a finger around her nipple and her knees went weak."Mm... m... m... my twat!" she said. "Tickle my twat!" PLEASE, Gretchen," he said, another finger stroking just below her navel. "You need to ask nicely." PLEASE tickle my twat!" she begged."That's a good girl!" he said, and dropped his hand down to her crotch, deftly fingering her as she once again was overcome by agonizing ecstasy. He had to hold her up as she lost control of her trembling limbs,. Mom said that she'd never done a couple of things that Jenny described so of course, Jenny promised to demonstrate them and then she and Linda could practice with each other.The conversation stopped when I asked Linda to remove the bathrobe. I was sitting opposite her and I was dying to get a great deal closer, and soon. She took it off and then fondled herself. That was like a red rag to a bull, and she knew it. I stood up and walked around the table, but I didn't go to her. I went to the sofa. I want mummy to stop her.I close my eyes and think of how this happened: her waning libido, asking me to lick her instead of fucking her one night, two nights, three nights in a row. Less fucking, more licking, a bored hand-job without even looking at me, a frustrated turning away and finishing herself off, a conversation about a funny guy at work, a conversation about her best friend’s boyfriend’s prowess in bed, a mention that her ex-boyfriend’s penis didn’t pop out in that position, a.