"Maria hugged me as I rinsed her hair, "You will never lose that gift, Chuck. You are the most loving man I could ever have. I'm happy I didn't stay a...ay and came home to be with all my family. Are you happy I'm going to give you another little girl?" Who told you that you would have a girl this time?" Mercy told me. She said I was the perfect mother to have another little girl. That makes me happy, Chuck. I love my little Juanita, and I'll love this one too. What will we name her?" Let's think. She had been wearing a pantypad to cope with her wetness and the intense arousal had been unbearable and constant.Marilyn's teenage daughter's and her values prevented her from feeling comfortable with masturbation and she had not found since her divorce that there had been a suitable man she felt comfortable with to share any intimacy- emotional or pysical. The pain of her divorce and physical abuse that preceded it had left her numb for the first few years; beside she had only had the one. " Oh, my God. Laurelyn in college. Don't go there. Too far ahead, Brandon, I don't think my mind can handle that."He gave her a wry smile. "You'll have eighteen years to get used to it." Ogh. Brandon, how did we get so old. I'm twenty. I'm twenty!, and yet I feel positively middle-aged! I swear I've got gray hairs coming in!"He kissed the crown of her head. "Even if you did, I would still love you."She tilted her head to look at him. "Even when my hair's gone all white? And my face is wrinkled. Can I borrow some butter please?" I said."Sure. Hold on just a second" she said with a smile.She turned around and walked into her kitchen. I saw her beautifully shaped body, so perfect; walk through her living room into the kitchen, her beautifully round hips swayed as she glided into the kitchen. She opened the fridge and grabbed a stick of butter from the door and shut the fridge. Turning back to me, she smiled and walked back through the living room, and over to me. She was wearing a black.