It is not unlikely that my first "solid" food was gumbo, although I don"t remember. I cook a very workmanlike gumbo myself. In the notes below, I am r...ferring to the gumbos I enjoyed all my life in Southwest Louisiana. They make a sort of gumbo in the New Orleans area, too, and they can call it what they want, but I have tried some, and I find them as close to REAL gumbo as New Orleans is close to REAL Cajun, i.e., not really.First, let's talk about ingredients: Traditionally, gumbo is a simple. Stacy had never been with a woman before, but the notion had its appeal as well. If they also happened to share the same man, well, then they would have something else to talk about. Furthermore, the guilt would be gone, now that the wife wasn't left out or deceived. She would like to actually get to know the other woman who meant so much to Paul and knew things about him. That would make it easier to improve their relationship, and in fact, she could also help Michelle with her husband.The. Its girth exceeded my grasp. With my thumb, I massaged the underside of the head of it. Through half closed eyes, I studied Dad’s face for a reaction, but he stoically continued his massage down my torso. When he reached the waistband of my sleeping pants, I knew the moment of truth had arrived. I opened my thighs a bit. Dad warmed a new handful of oil, then reached in through the loose leg hole and began to apply the warm oil to my engorged labia. With his thumb and forefinger, he sought out. No one other than Tommy was present. She could just let whatever was to happen, happen. Tommy's pulse rose and his breaths came quicker. He moved back slightly to keep his growing erection from poking Kara in the side. When Tommy's fingers grazed her nipples, Kara sighed and locked her hands behind Tommy's head, drawing his lips to hers. Their mouths opened and their tongues became entwined. Although Tommy was anxious to continue the kiss, he relented as Kara pushed his lips toward her breasts..