" It's fine Grandma.", to be precise although I called her Grandma she was actually about 35 years old only, and she was still pretty, just like a big...version of little aunt with bigger boobs,"so did you talk to Granny about moving to the city?" You know she won't agree, I did ask her but she replied the same thing, I guess we will have to trouble you some more then." It's no biggy.", I replied casually."Ok then, the dishes are done, all of you should go to sleep."Night had now finally fallen,. "Why? It's true. He does taste different from the Master," replied the young woman."Who does?" asked the Emir."Robinson, of course. Who else do you think I have sucked?" she replied cheekily, and turned to her mother and asked, "Don't you agree, mother? You've had both of them. And did my father taste like either of them?" I don't wish to discuss my sex life when I was with your father, either with you or with anyone else," Ayda replied haughtily."Oh, do tell," said the Emir, "You must have. I closed my eyes and inhaled a deep breath.Then i got up and stood in front of my mirror. I loved my body. I blew a kiss in the air towards my reflection in the mirror.My quiet nature in those days had many people talking embarassing things about me. Some even said i was weird. This liberating feeling while being naked, alone andsafe was making me feel much better, making me relieve all the stress i had been through the week.I lied on my tummy on the bed, with my legs below the knee, flying up. My wife was wearing my favorite outfit, a tight, lowcut white t-shirt, jeans, and heels. Carolyn was wearing a thin, blackcotton sundress that was even more lowcut than my wife’s. Her sundress was tightly fitted right under her tits, and they were pretty much spilling out the top. All that I could think about was them kissing, and rubbing those huge titties together, but it was just a regular conversation, just like always. I was getting really sad thinking that my wife had not talked to.