She was 36, and was raising both kids on her own. She had married June’s father young, but he had died four years ago. When she had tried dating aga...n, a condom had broken and she became pregnant with little Jeremy. She was a conservative small-town girl, and decided to keep him, a choice which had scared his father into leaving town.Olivia began breastfeeding Jeremy and, as she usually did, she felt her secret shame of weakness in her legs and a stirring in the spot that had caused him to. He asked which lube Brian and I use. I shown him the bottle that looked like a bullet. I poured a little on his hands so he could see how silky and slick it was. I then told him that it comes in three flavors: cinnamon, strawberry and unflavored. I told him that I have the two flavored ones, it just depends on the mood we are in, for which flavor to use.Mr. Peters took a bottle of the strawberry. I smiled and said good choice. Then he walked over to the condoms. He looked at the variety. ”“You’re a nasty, nasty boy!”“Have you got anything to drink?” I asked after a short silence.Emily rose quickly out of bed. She didn’t move to put on a robe. She was proud of the condition of her body. God knows she should have been: She had nothing she should want to hide. Her body would have done credit to a thirty-year-old. “What would be your pleasure?” she asked.“Maybe some white wine?” I said. “Anything cold, really.”“Should I make coffee — for later?” she asked.“Oh, yes! That sounds. ” Henry was honest with her. He didn’t want to surprise her with pain when he took her cherry. Candy spread her legs as wide as she could, hugged Henry, and said, “OK! Go ahead.”Henry gently and slowly stroked his cock into Candy’s virgin hole. She gasped again when his cock bumped into her resisting barrier. Henry kissed Candy passionately and pulled his cock back an inch or so. Hugging her tightly, he drove his ridged cock through her hymen and into her depths.Candy’s legs instantly shot.