." Jessica was somewhat embarrassed to disclose an intimacy she had shared with Marge's son."And what?" asked Marge noting the hesitancy in Jessica's ...oice. "Oh, come on now. This old broad has just about seen and done it all. You aren't going to shock me." ... His hand... came over and grasped my other breast." Nothing unusual about that. It's reflex, just like suckling. That little hand will grasp the first thing it comes in contact with." But you weren't there. You didn't see. And he. Removing the thong, she tosses it onto the growing pile of crumpled clothing. She glances down; just shaved the pussy last night, she giggles to herself. Finally, she pulls off her gray, heavy woolen socks. Not sexy at all, she admits, but they keep my feet warm! She looks down at her toenails, painted electric blue, just like her fingernails. Hubby’s idea, she shrugs to herself. I asked him last night what color I should paint my nails and he picked electric blue. Now gloriously naked, she. ” he stopped as he looked behind him and down the ladder. He was shocked to see how quickly she redid her hair. She stopped as she reached right up to his feet. He wasn’t even able to complete the sentence that he was going to ask her.“Why have you stopped?” she asked. Her eyes were giving him a stern look.He resumed his climbing. “Alright, I guess you mean what you said when you were operating at full efficiency.”“I have full motor functions available for this body. I admit that I am adjusting. This is followed almost immediately by a groan. “Ohhh my God!” You wince as the muscles in the back of your thighs and buttocks clench. You turn your head enough to look at me, your eyes a question. “My memory seems to be failing me. Was I hit by a truck earlier today?” I chuckle, sliding my hand down to caress your soft flank. “No,” I reply, “but I guess you could say you took a couple of heavy loads.” “Ooooh,” you groan again. “Wide loads are more like it.” You roll onto your stomach, your.