She had been hounding me for a while about how I'd gotten fit and why I was always so happy. I couldn't very well tell her that my son had screwed me ...nto shape and that I was walking funny because he spent every night banging my quim out of shape." She leaned in, kissing my forehead and treating me to a close-up of her cleavage. She settled back on me, continuing her explanation. "I told her that I had a new man, had gotten a border in after my son left home. That he was handsome, young, and. “Right then Mark. So, just take it slow and tune in to me. Touch me and everything, all slowly and lightly and sensitively, and feel how I react. Like, share it and enjoy how I enjoy it. Not kissing lips cos it’s not a romance, just sex, for fun. Well that’s how I feel about kissing, other girls might be different just don’t take it for granted, okay? I mean, you can kiss my tits and everything...”“Okay,” Mark husked.“Alright start with my labia, cos they are sensitive,” Lara opened her. I could sing; I could even dance a little. But the songs I wrote were one-dimensional. They lacked the depth to truly be called well-written. One of the luckiest days of my life is the day I was introduced to this year’s recipient of the Milestone Achievement in Songwriting Award.“Jake Ellicott taught me how to write. He taught me the difference between a catchy hook and a tired cliché. He helped me grow up and he, more than any other person I can think of, is who gave me the chance to succeed. Yes, I want to taste Julie, want to slide my tongue into her hot cunt, taste my momma's sweet juices, make my momma cum right on my face..."Corey leaned back and smiled. "Good... That was the answer we were hoping for!"We went into the house and took a shower together. The master bathroom was large, and one of the first things Corey had done was to put in a HUGE shower, big enough for both of them with room to spare. It had twin shower heads (I could think of a few fun things to do with.