My cock was hard inside my shorts.I felt her hand slowly creep up my thigh. She looked at me and said, "Masturbating with any of these would be wonder...ul. But in all honesty, baby, I'd rather have yours." Her hand moved to my crotch. She squeezed me and said, "I'd rather masturbate with your cock." Things had just changed. **************"When?" I asked, as she continued to stroke me."Right now," she said. "I'm so aroused from looking at all those sex toys. My panties are soaked and my pussy is. Like I said once you went to sleepnothing wakes you up sweetie." Well off to bed with you sweetie, make sure you go potty before you goto bed." I look around seeing a wet spot on the carpet the same secondmommy sees it. "Or is it too late you already had an accident sweetie?"I look at mommy staring at me. I look down between my legs wearing thelittle girl nightgown not seeing any wet spots. Mommy reaches over andlifts the hem of my nightgown and sure enough you can see a wet spotbetween my legs. We had just finished dessert and were drinking a last cup of coffee when she said, “Al, we have known each other for nearly two months, and I have come to think very highly of you. I am not sure of how you feel about me, but I wonder if you would be interested in marrying me?”Oh, my God! I had a mouth full of hot coffee when she said that, and, I swallowed kind of convulsively. As a result, some of the coffee went down the wrong way and I began to cough. I finally stopped coughing, but not. Vigorous, healthy sperm, that's what my husband had. When I remembered the two years I'd taken birth control pills while we'd dated, I wanted to laugh at the irony. I was a birth control pill all by myself, just laying there."Well, maybe you'll laugh." Kurt turned onto his left side to face me. "My dad warned me about talking to girls about stuff like this." He did?" I smiled and wondered if I'd believe him. The bedside lights were on and his brown eyes were warm. He liked to look at me when we.