"It depends on the question," Sharon instantly replied, then laughed and then said, "of course you can, ask away." You've been single more than half y...ur adult life, doesn't it get lonely?" she asked. "I mean it's one thing to take care of the physical needs but hasn't there ever been anyone you wanted to settle down with?"Sharon didn't answer right away. In fact, enough time passed that Joyce now felt that the question had been inappropriate and apologized for it."Oh no, the question was. ”“You sure?”“Yeah. We are just going to sit here on the couch and neck for a while.”“OK. See you in the morning. Don’t wake the kids.”“If they didn’t wake up during the shooting and the mines, we won’t do it.”“I don’t know how loud you two can get!”“Good night, Mom!”“Good night, son. Good night, daughter.”“Thanks Mom,” Renee said with more love than I was used to hearing from her.The two women kissed, and mom walked up the stairs.“Let’s go.”“Go where?”“To get started. You said we would be. It had just made her hungry for more. Obviously she was going to have to rub herself off before she could get to sleep.She slid a hand down between her legs and felt the scorching, soaked flesh of her pussy. But just as she inserted a finger into her slit and began to stroke the fever-hot flesh, there was a tap at her door. She jumped guiltily, whipped her hand off her pussy, and switched on the bedside lamp."Yes?" she called."Mom," Matt said, "please let me come in. I have to talk to. ., and to remain conscious after coitus."Following her instruction, I focused my attention back on the glowing dancers. With seductively swaying hips they circled around me until the "Purple Girl" had positioned herself between my spread and bound legs. She then launched into a series of movements in which she divested herself of the top of her swim suit (revealing fluorescent purple pasties covering her nipples, of course), wrapped her bikini top around the pillar of my rock-hard erection,.