Tamera replied, "We are having pot roast, mashed potatoes with gravy, and black eyed peas. What do you think of that?"I think you have been doing some...investigating on what my favorite dinner is," I said with a big grin on my face."Have a seat and I will serve you," as she went into the kitchen and brought out my plate."Aren't you going to put some clothes on and join me for dinner?" , I asked.Tamera said, "No I want to be your nude waitress so you can see what your dessert is going to be." OK,. '"Mother laughed. "Well, they developed a whole set of terms around that euphemism. Seeking to get one's knives sharpened was akin to a man's getting his ashes hauled. I can remember one of her friends telling her that she'd left the knife sharpener on the bed in plain sight for several nights and still couldn't get them sharpened." How are your knives, Mother?"She laughed again. "Cynthia, are we really going to talk about such things? Seems strange." Only if you want to. I'm willing to share. It is lucky that the sound of the tube drowns out the squish, squish, squish, of your fingers. My breath starts to come in short gasps. I can feel a dribble of my pussy juices running down my inner thigh, caused by your flickering fingers. Flushing, I press my face into your shoulder and breathe into your neck. I am whimpering under my breath as I feel myself losing control, my legs starting to tremble. Your fingers are now circling over my clit, rolling over the soft folds of flesh, knowing. . . I guess you could . . . go in raw if you wanted to."“Oh, well. I don’t have anything & I know you don’t either but safety first.”“You’re right!” I see his cock is at its hardest now as he lubes up. Its huge and covered in veins, throbbing like his aura. I reach out for it and its heat travels through my hands and spreads across my body. I’m somehow at ease now & ready to accept it inside me. I know that I want it more than I've wanted most things in life. “I’m ready now, more than ready.” I.