It wasn't anything like, How often do you get off, and how do you do it? Rather it was more like, sex life, what sex life? That led us to talk about a...traction. Of course we started with men and found we had similar tastes. (Smart, funny, very normal and average looking guys for the most part, for both Bridget and me.)Then Bridget dropped a bit of a bomb."Can I ask you something, Lauren?" Of course, Sweetheart. You should know by now you can ask me anything at all." Well, um ... do you ever. "sir, could i get some spices ?" he said " yea sure, you know where is my kitchen help your self"i went in the kitchen and started searching for the stuff i was looking for, i could hear his advice he was giving to that golf player. I said "its a tv, its does one way communication!!" " so ? am i not suppose to speak out loud my advises ?" he said I replied "he was playing fine"he replied smiling "so you know about golf ? lets bet on him, who ever looses gives beer treat ?"'i'm in"-me I was. Tess would ride my fingers, bucking her hips back and forth, until she jolted with orgasm. At this point, I had generally shot my load, all over the tiles and watched as my sticky cream slide down the wall. Next time, I will fuck her, before I cum.Enough of that… Laden with crates of milk, we trundled off down the road in our three-wheeled electric milk-float with the sound of glass bottles clanking together.Uncle Roger was a well-built chap. He also had an infectious laugh and the swagger that. Meanwhile, he was going to keep his dick in his pants.Louisa saw him looking at her legs and spread them slightly, then she casually reached up and flicked the top two buttons of her shirt open. She turned in the seat to talk to her mother allowing the blouse to gape open. Jake caught a glimpse of nice cleavage encased in a sexy white lace bra, the high backed bucket seat hiding her display from her mother. Jake reached down to clandestinely rearrange the erection she was giving him. She caught.