I then said to Sammy, “And you, Sammy, there’s a baritone ukulele in that slightly bigger case, in front of you.”“Oh ... My ... Lord!” Sammy...said as she picked up the chocolate colored vintage Gibson ukulele. “My dad loves a good ukulele, and this, Cuda...”“May I see, please?” Ms. Kharlamov excitedly interjected as she stood up from her seat. “You correct saying, ‘Oh my Lord’, Samantha. This gorgeous instrument is nineteen-sixty-two, ah ... no, it sixty-three Gibson Ukulele. In right hands,. ”I smiled “Well Mom, you know you’re going to HAVE to show me some of your poses.”She giggled “Davey what’s gotten into you.” She said almost seductively as she bottomed the rest of her wine.I took the photographer pose again.“Come on Mom work it! Show me what you got hot stuff!” This made her laugh out loud. She stood up and looked seductively at the camera, playing with her hair. I took a few pics. “Yeah babe work it.” I laughed, imitating a sleazy photographer.She changed poses rapidly, I. He groaned and began to push his hips up into her periodically in a matching rhythm to amplify the sensation.Vanessa began to loudly groan and exclaim repeatedly how much she was turned on and loving it. Jon was surprised at how soon they settled into a steady pace that seemed comfortable to maintain. Occasionally he glanced over Vanessa's shoulder at Sam and noticed that Sam seemed to be working very hard to maintain his position behind her. Either that or he was just so involved in fucking. He almost asked another question but stopped. We never spoke of it again.My boyfriend, yes I have one, knows exactly what I do and accepts me for who and what I am. That is precisely why he is my boyfriend. It’s not for sex per se, because I have other cocks in me, on average, twice a day. But that is work. Feeling the hands on my body and the rubbing and squirting down there doesn’t meet my most important needs. I need loving sex from a man who is not joining with a busty beautiful blond body,.