Red with blood. Stiff with reserve.It felt good to flick it. To watch Jessie enjoy it. To watch her body flinch with each flick. To begin to rock on t...e ropes. It was time for more.Jessie would enjoy the massager. I knew she would because I got it specifically for her. That’s right. For her. Her eyes got big as she saw me bring it out.I knew why.The head of the massager was big. It would be a first for her. I promised Jessie it would not hurt much. Maybe.The round ribbed head buzzed. she could. I squirmed a bit.By the way, notice I hadn't pulled out my dope. I had a sense this was part of what had happened and I wanted to leave it out of the picture for now. But even there she had me."You're fidgeting, Dave. Go ahead and toke up, it's OK, I won't freak out."I didn't. I just raised my hand to acknowledge what she'd said, to encourage her to continue."You really had me going that night. I don't think I've ever been as turned on and so close to a climax. And I wanted to come, Dave, for. ”Mom smiled as she said, “It didn’t hurt one bit that the chaperons overlooked you letting her slide into the sleeping area with you on the busses to and from the trip. Girls and parents talk, David. Her dad has told me many times that you always being a friend to her, versus the boy she wanted to be her first lover, did more to make her into the wonderful person she had already become. You have to stop being so modest, David.”“David doesn’t seem to have any modesty, Mrs. Jones,” Karen. I try my best to stay in shape, but at my age, it’s tough. I am far from being a skinny minny, but most think that I rock the Mom-bod reasonably well. Hopefully, you have seen my many photos online so that you can judge for yourself. Everything about me is 100% natural, well except for the fact that I do dye my hair to its original color. Either by text instruction from my husband Nick or as the mood strikes me, on occasion, I will open an extra button or two on my blouse at work and bend over.