.. we give up the freedom to have sex with other people." That's the problem. No!... Don't... I want to explain."When Ralph settled back to listen, sh... went on. "You're a good lover, Ralph. Sensitive. And even creative. But it isn't enough for me."I imagine us, for the next fifty years, doing the same sex acts over and over. We've gone through the repertoire. The foreplay, the arousal, the completion, and the aftermath. There's a predictability about it all that frightens me." You can always. Here's a news flash for ally you guys that think you understand your lover; Every woman knows exactly how to pleasure herself, and another woman. Every woman could teach us how to send them to the moon if we would shut up, pay attention, and follow their signals and silent communication.Fran taught me to tickle every one of her erogenous zones, bringing her to multiple climaxes, that fought to surpass the one before. She knew how to instruct me, as I discovered with her, all the ways in which. Should I stay, order dinner and see what else might happen, or should I just pay for the beer and leave. Before I could gather my thoughts, the waitress stops at my table and asks if I would like to order anything to eat. That forced my hand and I decided to stay. I ordered dinner and she asked if I wanted another beer. I told her that I did and she walked away.Again I watched her, what a very nice view from behind I thought. I could feel my cock twitch and I instinctively began to rub it.. Once inside, I closed and locked the door."Would you like to see what I look like? And touch me, too?" I asked and he nodded enthusiastically so I asked him to unbutton my blouse which he did then slipped off and put it on his chair. We had made the same offer for his questions as we had with Andy but he, for whatever reason, had few questions so he'd not seen me naked.I turned my back to him and he eagerly got my bra unhooked and I let it slide off my arms."Oh, Mom, you are so pretty. You.