“…well you aren’t like we were. You guys can walk around naked and you get on webcams and show stuff and the ‘girls gone wild’ videos.”“...��Girls gone wild’ videos?” I laughed.“Yeah, you know, flashing and girls having sex with girls.”“Like that stuff huh?” I asked, knowing the answer. “Well, it’s nothing like girls did when I was a teenager. I mean even the clothes you guys wear now.” With this he looked at my clearly defined breasts through my shrunken $60 shirt! “Did you know I haven’t had a. 'What about my brother she asked', a light hint of desperation added an edginess to her melodic voice, 'You mean this boy is your brother', she nodded in the affirmative.My mouth felt dry and I drew my tongue across my lips to moisten them. My mind was all over the place, this was pure sex, nothing more, these were c***dren as I was in my late thirties and my husband in his late fifties, I was choosing a girl and her well endowed younger brother, with an aim of sexual pleasure, and I felt no. Periods or menstruation, does draw one closer to ones vagina, pleasure for a week, then pain and cramps, then two weeks of naughty thoughts, and one week into the later, naughty thought cycle, I asked daddy about pubic hair, not his, but my lack off any.He smiled warmly as any man would, when confronted by a girl wanting to talk about a subject so close to her secret lips, 'Why do you want pubic hairs Mariel'?'To shave', I replied. What I really meant to say was I wanted to draw attention to. My mouth opened and his tongue entered mine, and I groaned into his mouth. I couldn't remember how long I had been waiting to have another guy pressed against me. I forgot who this one was in the fog that clouded my thought, and one of my legs wrapped around behind him, drawing him closer to me. His hands explored my hips, my sides, reaching up and grasping my breasts. It felt great, and I broke the kiss to groan and take some deeper breaths. I muffled a giggle as I hoped dad did not feel that.