I had nothing to do, and no one was awake. My girls needed their rest, which was why we’d gone to bed early in the first place. With an annoyed groa..., I slipped from underneath my Mom, careful not to wake her, and stretched my muscles before pulling on a pair of shorts. I carefully flexed my injured shoulder, testing how it felt. Still hurt like a son-of-a-bitch when I moved it too far in any direction, but it definitely pained me a lot less than it had a few days ago.I really did heal faster. Her aureoles became swollen and distended as she became more and more aroused by my attentions. With some more soap, I began washing her belly, and lathered my way to her vagina. I made sure my hands were free of soap before I began to massage her mons. I moved my hand in circles, slowly at first, then a little more rapidly.“Oh god, Bill. Finger fuck me. Please.” Joyce’s breathing became shallow and rapid, and her hips bucked as my finger slowly slid in and out. I made sure my palm and. Youre flawless from head to toe. Thats what I like the most about you. Youre a perfect beauty!" I gushed."Thank you. Youre very sweet," she smiled. "So," she began, resuming her mischievous smirk, "if you were given one and only one opportunity to touch me or kiss me anywhere, what would you choose?" What?" I asked, incredulously. "Are you serious?"She just nodded. "Yup. Tell me what youd want to do. Be honest. I want to know." Id want to kiss you!" I replied without hesitation."Where?" she. How could anyone love someone who looks like I do?"He sighed. "No, you're not ugly. Overweight, yes, but not ugly. Inside you is a beautiful girl just waiting for someone to notice, and when he does notice, nothing else will matter. And, believe it or not, there are some guys who like girls with a bit of weight to them, 'Barbie' girls make these guys afraid they'll break them." Yeah, right," she said despondently.He turned slightly, brought his left arm closer, and started massaging her left.