...the man is there again....but I can't help but pull my fingersaway from my wet slit and lick my fingers. Along with the wetness I can smell myaroma......that woman smell....it is intoxicating. Again the voices, they are loudenough for me to hear them well.....he sounds young now that I have no otherdistractions to interfere with the voices. It appears that both are in the watertogether, laughing and goofing around. It must be her grandson with hertoday....that lucky woman. I am sure she would. .. and I had no one to love then.”“I can’t believe they let us sleep together.”“My mother is responsible for that. In her mind, we are already married. And don’t be so sure you’re going to get any sleep.” She smiled.“Really?” Ruth put her hand on his penis, which was fully erect.“I’ve only felt that in me one time,” she said. “Once is not enough. Not nearly enough.”He moved to get on top of her, but she put a hand on his chest. She got up on her hands and knees and arranged him on his back.. As it was summertime, her mom and I shed our outer garments in the safe atmosphere of her tiny cottage, and I took great pleasure in allowing her to see my manhood in a semi-erect state because I knew she had absolutely no experience with such matters when push came to shove.Dolly innocently asked her daughter, “Don’t you have a boyfriend yet, dear?”The poor girl blushed quite prettily, and she absentmindedly fondled her nipple as though the question reminded her of her virginal status. I was. “In my room!” Tara called. I was relieved to hear anyone at all and walked back to her room, pushing open the door. “Hey, where is everyone el-” I started, stopping when I saw her. She was laying in bed with only a pair of yellow panties on, one hand on one of her breasts. The other hand covering the outline of her pussy through the panties. “Like it?” she asked, giggling. “What are you doing?” I stammered. “Come on, Jason, do I have to spell it out for you?” she asked, sounding exasperated. “I.