She gets nervous whenever she's around you. You saw her when it was all of us. She was almost back to her old self." And then she disappeared like a g...ost whenever you were not there to see her," Brock countered. "I haven't spoken more than 10 words to her since you folks departed." See previous answer," Jen said. "What she wants to do is trip and land on top of you. She needs to get past the sexual tension she feels whenever she's around you. She is so worried about saying or doing something. Laurie was really getting into it as she guided my head, moving me from her soaked box to her clit. "Lick me, fuck, eat me," she groaned."Yea, that's all you'll be doing from now on. Licking that box getting her ready. Licking up the load I put in there. No more fucking pussy for you cucky boy. Not with that little clit down there. That's what you have is a clit. Not a cock. Not a dick...just a little clit," Steve teased.I heard Laurie giggle at his chiding. "Laurie might even lick that little. We didn’t have the “green thing” in our day.Back then, we washed the baby’s diapers because we didn’t have the throwaway kind. We dried clothes on a line, not in an energy-gobbling machine burning up 220 volts-- wind and solar power really did dry our clothes back in our early days. Kids got hand-me-down clothes from their brothers or sisters, not always brand-new clothing.But that young lady is right; we didn’t have the “green thing” back in our day.Back then, we had one TV, or radio, in the. Someone had drawn a male torso with a hard cock sticking up proud from the side of a pair of skimpy black lacy panties. He was wearing the usual fishnet stockings. I felt my cock rise and touch the cold rim of the porcelain. 'Time to go, I'll be late' I thought as I forced my unruly member back into my pants. During the short tube journey that followed it hung down inside my jeans like a snake ready to pounce. The merest glimpse of a cleavage or a stocking clad thigh made it itch and twitch up..