” Mom took her hand away, “Go ahead and touch me if you want. I have touched you, so I don’t see why you can’t touch me. Do you want to mastur...ate me? Do you want to learn how to do it properly for a woman?”“Yes, Mom. I do.” I slid my hand lower and cupped my mother’s pussy.Mom started to gently push against my hand as she whispered in my ear, “Did you know some men like to kiss a woman down there.”I took that as a thinly veiled hint of where my mother wanted to take our relationship, “I know,. He really didn’t need the lube, as it turned out. She was still very wet.Once in place, Scott picked up the first device, a control unit, and activated it. He heard a low hum and watched his lover squirm at the vibrations she felt in her pussy. He clicked the button a second time and the vibrations changed. This time she let out a low moan.“You like that, don’t you. Such a slut. I knew you would.”Scott squeezed her ass then moved over to a small chair he turned to face the bed. For the next. Megan they call you names, some people are so mean, they try to make you cry, and I don’t think you would like that.” Megan was now beginning to see that her friend was trying to protect her, “Look Shelly, I appreciate you trying to protect me, but I know I can handle it. To be honest, ever since you told me about the club I can’t stop thinking about it.” Now Shelly was intrigued at this statement, “What do you mean, thinking about the club? What have you been thinking about?” Megan realized. Alice was a graphic artist with an advertizing agency and I was a mechanical engineer with a company that manufactured heavy equipment. We both made good money and life was good for several years. By the way, I'm Charlie Ross.Then about two years ago, things began to change. Our sex life began to decline from three or four times a week to perhaps twice a month. I tried bringing home rented porn DVDs and that got things started for awhile, but after a few months it all began to look the same..