"Because kissing is only the start." I said. "Men and women do things together to make babies and you shouldn't do that yet." I don't want to have bab...es yet." She smiled. "I can though." Only if you have sex." I said. "And I can't give anyone babies anymore." Ah." Was all she said and went back to her games. Whilst I beat a retreat to the toilet to relieve the pressure, so to speak.Fifteen minutes after I returned downstairs Caroline appeared and said that Gemma and her were popping over to. . .’ As they talked, my imagination wandered and I tried to picture them as younger women. They were attractive now, even Mavis in her own odd way, and I drifted in the descriptions of each other’s escapades. They were part of the Sexual Revolution of the Sixties, and now I was getting a living history. Mad daydreams crossed my mind, making love to all three of them individually, just as they were. Sheila and Mary had very nice posteriors highlighted by their jeans, and Mavis’ breasts were the. I guess my mom doesn’t have a strap-less bra and because of that she wore a golden colored bra with its strap coming out of the shiny black dress. She has great pair of tits. This dress will be normal for a size zero girl. But on my mom.. ho god even the size zero girl will cup her boobs. The dress runs tightly till here upper thigh. If she bends down, definitely her full ass could get exposed. I guess my dad had bought 2 sizes smaller for my mom. Her boob’s seems as if it is suffocating under. ”“Try what?”“Try to explain,” she replied, looking back at me.She was still going incredibly slow up and down my throbbing fuck-spike. “Um, okay, well, you’re wetter, I guess that would be a good way to put it,” I told her.“You can do better than that. Tell me why my pussy is better than hers,” she said.I looked up at her for a moment before it hit me. She wanted me to talk dirty to her. “Your pussy is wetter, baby,” I told her.As soon as “your pussy” escaped my lips, she put her face back on.