Now what? I began stroking my labia lightly, in the usual way - with my fingers. A pleasant little feeling at first, gradually building up into actual...heat. I spread my legs wider, and spread the lips of my pussy as well, sliding my fingers deeper. When I started getting a little wetness on my fingers, I moved my fingertip up to find my clit. A small spark shot up into my interior. I reached over to get the dildo, getting a firm grip on it. Now is the time to see how this thing works.Slowly I. ”I chuckled, “We haven’t even had the wedding ceremony and the «бабушка» shows up!”“Oh, please!” Elizaveta protested. “Dale needs a date, Mikayla needs a date. They’ll sit together for dinner and have a dance! I’m not trying to get them married! Anything more than dinner and a dance is up to them!”“Dale?” I inquired.“I don’t see what it can hurt!”“I’ll tell my grandmothers and they can move the place cards before the reception,” Elizaveta declared.“Mike, that was an awesome speech,” Dale said.. We were celebrating on a Friday evening, after Erica arrived home from the college. The end of summer session was in a week. Thereafter we would have two weeks break and begin the fall semester. Emily would be off to private school again. It had been an enlightening summer. The Italian restaurant we went to was a favorite of Emily's. We had been there two times before. She enjoyed it, so we were spending her birthday there. She was wearing a rather low cut dress. It was tighter than I thought. Hamako looked away and flushed, but spoke firmly. "Yes. So the boy becomes dominant in that relationship, as he is served. Put on top of that the additional stress that in our culture it is believed the man should be in charge in all things, and soon even a boy may be scolding his mother, and telling her what to do." Oh my word!" sighed Megan."I probably shouldn't have said anything," said Hamako, sounding nervous. "I could be wrong about these particular people, but she seems so traditional,.