Her modest sex life had been limited to lights off missionary position, so she had not so much as seen an erect penis in broad daylight. She was fasci...ated by descriptions of literary lovers’ penises – how they looked, throbbed, smelled, tasted. Her curiosity was transforming into concrete desires to experience these things for herself. She was masturbating more and more frequently. She imagined disembodied hands, tongues, penises, touching her over her entire body. She would surrender herself. I took offall twelve circular weights before clipping them on to her nipples."Ready to try again?" Kay."I shook my head and held up one of the magnetic weights, making theclamp dance for a few seconds before it flew out of my hand and clickedonto the bottom of the clamp's round base. "You're just not having muchluck are you?" I held up another weight, holding it this time so that whenit came close to the clamp it tugged at her nipple. "We don't want theseto slip off," I said, tightening the. Lynn whispered: (“Look as his wet hair Julie!….do you think they took a shower together???”) Her daughter had to go somewhere and my son walked her to her car. He leaned his elbows on her window sill, as they talked, and we watched. He looked around and gave her a long hot kiss. We giggled and wondered what was going to become of this. We talked quietly. “Julie, if they compare notes….oh my god! Their two moms are ‘feelers‘ and they both love it, and we both know they like to feel and touch us. I didn’t quite get it either, but I’m sure it’s a good analogy. This is a tough one. Maybe it’s more like you can’t explain something to somebody else until you understand it yourself. I don’t know, that could be right. ‘In any event, I am sure you won’t accomplish anything useful by talking to Jeff before he’s ready.’ ‘So… another vote for patience.’ Sunny smiled and nodded. ‘Maybe I could get a second opinion.’ Sunny laughed. ‘I thought you did.’ I rolled my eyes. ‘More than one second.