My b*****r rose from his seat and came around the table and stood facing me, Closer, she said, and he shuffled up close until our noses almost touched... Now kiss your s****r on her mouth. I started to protest, and he hesitated, Do it, ordered mother, and our lips touched. There was something chemical happening there, as our lips met and pressed against each other, but there was no passion or tingling, but there was something there in the background. Feel anything, mother asked us inquisitively,. He was saying, “Please, no kisses. Go down”. I very well understand that straight men are only like this. I won’t complain anymore about it.Now I slowly pulled his shirt out of his jeans as he had tucked it inside. Then I unbuttoned his shirt and kissed his nipples and the side of his waist. I bit him slowly, licked and sucked. He started shivering and moaning. I put my index finger on his lips to make him silent. As I was sucking his nipples, he was twisting and holding my head close. I mildly. So, I replied, “Wow, Frank, that’s really sad. My mother also left my father and me several years ago. She's such a slut that I'm living with Dad.”I did feel bad for him and wanted to compliment him to help him feel a little better. So, I continued, “You're the first man who has contacted me who hasn’t been nasty and rude. I think it’s okay to talk about sex after we get to know one another a little. But many of the older men are just interested in getting between my legs, "into my sweet, young. Yeah… My wife of nearly 17 years had an extremely sexy way of sheepishly answering my innuendos when she knew she was on the hook for some pay back sex. Why? Well, I know I helped your parents out the other day when their garage door came off the tracks, but Ive done something…. not so nice since. Jen already knew where this was going. One of my newly found favorite sexual activities was to have her punish me for minor indiscretions. Things like, forgetting to tell her I bought another hunting.