When it loosens up, use two, and then three.” I laugh again and say, “If you were bigger, you might need four, but three should loosen me up enoug....”As he is slowly pumping his fingers in and out of me, I say, “Rub my clit.”He looks at me with a blank face and I add, “The love button? The bump at the top of my slit that gets bigger as I get turned on?”“Oh,” he mumbles as he moves his free hand under me and searches for my clit. He finds it, but his fingers are slick with Vaseline, so he isn’t. I’d always giggle madly until he’d finish, and then he’d brush my hair back and smooth the covers, kissing my forehead and telling me to sleep tight. No, I didn’t feel lucky that I had a big nice house, or that I was rich. I felt lucky because I was loved. The first real time that I remember anything being different was after I turned 5. That year was when the accident happened. I don’t remember much, the doctor’s say I probably won’t ever have those memories back.. and I’m glad. My father says. He grinned, "Super Cool!" Stop saying that," Lyndsay snapped, "You make me sound ridiculous. Imagine you are pretending to be me at work and the CEO comes up and says 'Good work, Ms. McDonald. We are going to put you on the board.' And then you say 'Super Cool'. I'd be ruined."Todd looked down at his mother with her frown on her face thinking, not for the first time, that she was funless bitch."I'll try and control myself TODD," he responded coldly. "And you watch it too. I never cuss and you. "If only to prove we can do it. I'm a horny little slut, you know." I know. I'm pretty randy myself, and I'd like to ravish you right now, right here in the living room. But let's sit down instead." And I sat down on the couch."And I want to be ravished," she said, "but we'll have time for that."I could see her eyeing the easy chair across the corner of the coffee table, but she rejected that idea and settled on the sofa beside me. Snuggling against my shoulder she said, "So what shall we talk.