Years ago she divorced her husband, and from what my gf has told me, since that day he has gone out with any man again.I don't know if she copes with ...ome kind of erotic toy..Last summer they invited me to their house on the beach, and after spending a normal day all three, bathing all in the sea, talking, having a cool drink on the beach, walking around the city. Late in the afternoon, when we decided to end our day, my gf is going to run errands to the supermarket while her mother and I stay. She asks me If I feel better. I tell her I’m a little freaked out but that was so good, but what about dad. She tells me, "I won’t say anything if you won’t." I can see her hand between her legs as she sits next to me and she looks uncomfortable. I ask her if there's anything I can do for her. She looks a little embarrassed. She tells me I can’t say anything to anyone, and tells me it’s been so long. She stands up removing her shirt and pants. She is beautiful; she undoes her bra and her tits. She probably thought I meant it as a rhetorical. A moment passes and she asks me, Hey, Kevin. Truth or Dare? Not wanting her to make me wear one of her camisoles and then maybe even get a picture of it, I chose Truth. You never answered my question earlier&hellip,why didnt you ever ask me out? she asks. I take a moment before answering. I look at her, trying to see if this is some kind of trick question. I was afraid, I said. Afraid that if anything happened&hellip,like if you said no or heaven. Izabella was waiting for me at the bottom of the steps and took the tray from my hands, telling me to join the others in the dining room. My arrival seemed to be some sort of signal, as all the ladies except Yolanda got up telling the kids it was time to leave for school.When the ladies and kids had all left, I looked around the room before raising my arm to sniff my armpit saying in a concerned voice, “I took a shower, this morning. Was it something I said?”Everyone in the room had a good.