’ He stared at his brother for a moment. ‘She knows I love her more than anything in the world, right? I married her because I can’t imagine my ...ife without her, even for a minute.’ ‘Old age has made you sappy, bro.’ ‘Like you don’t feel the same way about Kendall.’ ‘You’ve got me there,’ he admitted with a salute of his bottle. ~*~ The trip home was thankfully uneventful and Kendall found that although Jo missed her at work for those couple days, nothing had happened to bring business to a. “When I was 15.” I told him the truth. I was now gulping the wine down. “How often did you masturbate at that age?” “Every night and twice on Sundays!” I laughed out loud. “Did you ever use sex toys?” “No!” I said as firmly as possible, “I was only 15!”“So what did you use?” “My fingers.” I openly told them. I couldn’t believe what I was saying or doing. A joke’s a joke but I was telling these three young strangers things that I’d never told my husband. “Did you always make yourself orgasm?”. "So, I'll tell you this with both our best interests in mind, and I hope you understand my intention is not to make you ashamed or anything…" I continued with what was yet another partial lie on my part. I wanted to see her reaction when I said what I was about to say as, from where I sat, I could perfectly see the puffy, nubile mounds of her young pussy showing from under the loose legs of her pajama shorts."Humm… Ok… I'm listening," Ava said, looking concerned, her little but full-lipped. Boy was I wrong. In accordance to the rules I had been waking her with breakfast in bed every morning before I left for work but today she had demanded an earlier wake up call, so I woke up at 6:30 and prepared her breakfast, taking it in to Queen Bee at 7, expecting to be dismissed in order to carry out my usual morning chores, but today she simply lifted the cover, and pointed to her pussy, trapping me beneath the covers as I ate her out. As she ate, Queen Bee farted repeatedly, and I could.