My hand was caressing her midriff and just kept going lower until I felt her pubic hair. I played at the edge of her soft pubic hair until I started b...mping into her hand that she was using to masturbate.Mom giggled, “We can’t both play down there at the same time, Honey.” 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 masturbate me? Do you want to learn how to do it properly for a woman?”“Yes, Mom. I do.” I. ”“Too much?” Krissy filled in.I smiled and said, “Do you have a headache between your eyes too?”She nodded her head.Recognizing the accusing look I said, “You’ve talked with Rebeccah about last night?”“Rebeccah and I talk about everything Morgan,” she answered. “I apologize for the craven way she came after you.” Silent for a moment she continued, “She gets it from her aunt.” Her smile was one of both amusement and sadness.“Martha?”“I guess she’s probably told you more than she should. . and her toe nails with the same colour."You like?" she asked shyly."Love it ... scrumptious!!"She laughed and smiled - the old Gaby was back and I loved it.We sat together and chatted on the way home - commenting on the impending storm. We were heading directly towards the worst of it, and hoping that we could get off the bus without getting drenched.I had a 2 kilometre walk home from the bus stop, but Gaby only had short walk to collect her car to drive home from there.When we got close to. He was taking in his native language which was Konkan and no one could understand it other than his family. Even after ten years of marriage I still could not recognize a syllabi of that language. The language has no script, so we can learn it only by speaking!.He then took me out of bathroom and placed me on the bed. I told him I was wet and I had to dry myself. But he was not going to hear any of my talks. He was intoxicated with his rum and I looked at the bottle which was placed on the.