“Yes, very nice.”“How many can I put in?”“Well why don’t you just experiment and find out?”For two or three minutes he experimented in a...delightful fashion with only an occasional protest from me as he tried too hard to get too much inside me.“Which bit do you like me to touch best?”“This bit. It’s called my clit.” I stroked it to show him.“Let me.” He pushed my hand away and began to gently stroke me.It was bliss my body responded and my breath quickened. His young lust soon began rise.“Er. "Before, please."They went in and took a shower, getting the chance for greater explorations, and whetting each others appetites. No part of either was spared touches, and kisses. Nola had had her hair up in a "school marm's" bun, and made sure NOT to get it wet. After she was dried, she let it loose, to fall to the lower curve of her butt. It was as shiny black as Essie's, but slightly longer. Essie's only reached to her waist. Her skin was slightly darker than her daughter, and her breasts. Now, every so often, his lips brushed against her neck and he planted light kisses on it.She became quiet, but every so often a gulping sob would escape her, shaking her body. Her arms were still clasped tightly across her chest but, when Jacko lifted his beer can to her lips, she opened her mouth and took a deep swallow, then leaned her head back and sighed, trying to steady her breathing.Almost immediately, she hiccupped, and, involuntarily, giggled. Jacko laughed and folded his arms over. Boring, boring, and boring. Strange, that her under ware was so old fashioned compared to the lovely dress and make up on the outside. Mind you, the ancient hook and eye gusset did nothing to prevent her extremely hairy bush from sprouting out.I then started to measure her. First her lovely tits – a generous 34 dd. Waist..... “Now Cecily, unlike other fitters, I like to measure a ladies thighs as it can affect the fit. Will you open your legs for me?”Kneeling down, with my eyeballs a few.