“say my name, say what you’ve been wanting to say” I open my eyes when feel you insert one finger pressing right up against my spot. (You know t...at spot, the one that makes dreams come true). I feel my eyes cross and my back arch up higher. You put one more finger in and press even harder. I grab the pillow, feeling like I’m going to rip it in half..my legs struggling to be free of your masculine grasp. I pound my hand on the bed. and move my head side to side. When I feel it coming, I bite my. Once again, our sons just knew what to do and when to do it.After we had eaten and cleaned up, as if on cue, the boys looked at one another, then at us. Despite the obvious fact that he was my son, and a teenage boy at that, Robert gave me a glance that said, "Come with me." He reached out his hand and I took it. Andrew did the same with Mary Ann and they followed us up the stairs.Robert led me into my bedroom, then shut the door behind us. I could tell that Andrew and Mary Ann were heading. The dining room was full of mostly couples, some families, with each party having its own table. We ate a delicious meal and chatted amiably from what I remember. I do recall that Julie ordered oysters “to go with the champagne” she said. I, of course, brought up the subject of oysters supposedly being aphrodisiacs and told my usual, lame joke that I didn’t believe the rumour, as I’d had a dozen one night and only eight of them worked (har har).It was at that moment I noticed Julie take the. " Really, you told your mother about that? Didn't she think we were studying?" Hey, mama knows all. She knew what we were doing, she's cool with it." Cool," was all I could think of to say."I told her about that thing you do to my hair too. She says you've got to stop doing it in public." Your mother's saying for me to stop putting your hair in place, why?" Randy?" Yes?" Can you keep a secret?" Sure, what is it?" It makes me wet," Huley whispered."No. Is that what you told your mother? I don't.