However much Paul enjoyed his liaisons with Blanche, there was something special about making love to a real woman. The sensations of Beatrice's warm ...erspiring body might not have the hyperreal qualities of Paul's virtual lover (to whom making love now seemed rather like infidelity), but the human sensation of her flesh and the less absolute tightness of her vaginal grip enhanced rather than distracted from Paul's pleasure.Although Beatrice would have been quite happy if their lovemaking. Her tits were lower but still there, she bounced up and down on her toes to see how her breasts moved under the thick jumper. The effect was just as Mabel had predicted, it was difficult to know whether she was wearing a bra or not. As Mabel said, fuck them, let them guess. Thinking of Aunt Mabel allowed a very naughty thought to enter her mind. Had she ever had a cock up her bum, was there a special way you had to behave in such a situation, dare she ask her. Jane had already shown Mabel her. We were in love.Suddenly her phone rang and we both got back to our senses. She picked up the phone and talked to her mother in law in a hush.She came back to me and said I think you had enough. As if she wasn’t enjoying any of it. I told no. She told, I can’t do this. You can go.I said, I know you like me, so please. I said, I love you. She wasn’t ready. So, I left for home.On the way back, I bought a pack of condom and was thinking about everything that happened. It was amazing. I knew we. "Comfy" she thought. One final twirl, and she sat on the bed, and called Paul. "Ready dear". Paul smiled, and bounded up the stairs. He walked in the bedroom and smiled. "Sandra, darling you look magnificent. He walked closer, and taking her hand, pulled her to her feet. He moved close, and cuddled her. Looking her in the eyes, he said, "now darling, this is your last chance. I know you've wanted to do this for ages, and I really want you to, but you can change your mind. Now. If you want.