“Karen, my dear, I have decided that I need more than one pussy to satisfy me. Next week, I want you to invite Suzanne along so that I can fuck her ...oo.” It was genius! Karen could sort out the girls for me and I would fuck them, easy as that! Suzanne was Karen’s best friend, recently married and a very sweet piece. “But....” Karen started. And now came the good part. “Karen, I said, I’m not asking you, I am telling you. When I come here next wednesday, you better have arranged it that Suzanne. She hadn't really talked about this with her daughter, but now was as good a time as any. "Your father having sex ..." She looks at her daughter firmly, "... fucking you ... is not at all like what those men will do! Most of them ... their cocks ... well ..."Bonnie nodded, "I know, Mom! I've watched them fucking you, me and Bobby both!" She glances over to the door where Bobby has suddenly appeared, trying to be casual. "I could do it, I know I could!" She looked back at her mother. “And I,” she said, still laughing, “can have fun seeing if I can encourage you to produce a little cream.”Annabelle pulled the tarp off a strange-looking machine and dragged it into the light. It was a bunch of stainless steel pipes arranged like a small box sitting on a large roll-around stand. On one end was a small padded bench. On the other end there were two short posts with leather bands attached. At the base of those posts were round padded areas.“Let’s get you in here,” Annabelle said. We need to let them know now that they should try to do as many of the thinks they’ve wanted in the time remaining. We need to let them know it is fine for them to try anything they want to try. Don’t forget what we were like at that age.”After they hang-up, Ben and Emily sit quietly for a moment. Then Ben says “Well you heard your mom. Tell me something that you want to do that you haven’t.” Emily shrugs. After a moment she asks, “What did mom mean when she said ‘Don’t forget what we were.