I’ve seen her do a lot better. Maybe she should watch Lisa and me again for pointers,’ suggested Kate as Steve marveled to himself at how much Kat... was like her Grandmother, physically as well as in their attitudes. ‘Okay, Grandma!’ muttered Gwen as she pulled Steve down for a long, slow kiss. ‘Mom! Look what you talked Gwen into,’ complained Paula. ‘That’s no way to greet any man in a public place. Gwen, go to the kitchen and mash the potatoes or something. Mom, you go help her! Kate, stay. His beautiful wife, let’s call her Chaitali, was equally intelligent, a woman, with a lot of commonsense. She was about 32, had a well-maintained figure of 34-26-36 and carried herself very well. She was a graduate in commerce and had not sought a job in the interest of her marriage and home. We bachelors fantasized her a lot and did not lose any chance to be with her, even in the presence of her husband. She made the interesting company, and she was one of the main causes of me stereotyping. And... don't get... get it as often... as often as... as they want. Ah..."Anything more she was going to say was lost as all of the feelings seemed to concentrate right there at her apex. She closed her eyes, pressing her vibrator against her clit. Her legs came together as she felt the first rush of her climax. She held on as all of her built-up tension peaked in one long incredible wave after another. Finally she slumped back on the bed, breathing hard."Ah... whew... oh..." She drew a deep. Instead, she went into the bathroom and changed into a short nightshirt. While she was changing, I put on some jim-jams and turned back the covers.We climbed into bed together. It was a single bed, and we lay close to each other, holding each other tightly. We kissed, and our hands roamed, but this was not the night, as much as we wanted each other. We eventually fell asleep, with me tucked up behind her, my arms wrapped around her. She held onto my hand as we slept.We spent the whole of the.