I don't think it took more than that one cup for Cowta. When I went to fill mine again he asked if he could have more also."That's one thing you never...have to ask, Cowta. If you want coffee and we have the makings, you can have coffee. I do want to warn you that if you drink too much too quickly it might make you nervous. Also, if you drink it before going to bed you will have a harder time going to sleep," I said."Maybe it will help keep me awake at times when I seem to be sleepy but don't. I demanded that my mother punish her, but she won't."I thought about this for a minute. It wasn't exactly what I expected, but it played out just the way I wanted. "Where are your mother and Karen?" I asked."Right here, waiting to hear what you have to say," she told me."Send them to a different room," I instructed. "I want to talk to you without them hearing." OK," she said, and I heard her relaying my instructions."They're gone," she told me a moment later."OK, this is a bit more complex than. I must admit my spousal dalliance with my husband Truman was truly a story of lust and not of love because I had been bound for a convent and a life of undesired celibacy. He was not much of a catch to look at him but I judged him correctly to have a vigorous constitution and a depth of stamina that would keep pace with my much younger physical condition. I managed to know enough tricks from my older sisters to keep his package aroused at times when copulation was needed to increase the chances. With all the exploration, their pussies were wet in their panties. You could see the wet spots forming on the center of their panties.They then, took their panties off and rubbed the other’s sweet bits. They got each other very hot with the friction they were causing with their fingers. They lay together on the bed and Laura climbed on top of Amber and they explored their pussies in the sixty-nine position. They licked and sucked each other’s clitoris and tongue-fucked their cunts. Both of.