"It's been three years," she said, "Three years since I had something that wasn't plastic in me...not counting my fingers."I took her dildo and ran it...down from her shoulder, across her pert breast, down her stomach, and rubbed it against her pussy through her jeans."You know," I said slyly, "If you need a little relief, I'll gladly offer my services." It took a little while, she was playing hard to get, but she agreed. She helped me up and to the bedroom. She laid me down on nestled herself. Just for a few second though. He wanted her nakedness in his hands. He quickly moved his left hand up and to the top of her right breast and under her bra from the top where he met her erect nipple. Still from behind, Bruce was now massaging her right breast and lightly pinching her nipple with his left hand and still nicely, but more aggressively, rubbing her pussy with his right as she pressed and grinded back on his hardness. Karen then reached back with her right hand and grabbed another. She didn't.Silence. Then she sighed."Kevin I'm not blind and I'm not stupid, so let me tell you what I think is your problem with last night." I never thought you were stupid, Nicky," I said hastily."No, I don't think you ever did," she replied. "We did both go to university, didn't we? But perceptive? Common sense?" She laughed and her eyes twinkled."OK, go on," I prompted her, "the floor is yours."I could see she was biting back a humorous rejoinder, and I'll swear we both were thinking that. I ran them through every test medical science has yet conceived. The results? Let me make it short. I ran the results of the tests through age-rated tables. Know what happened? For Dad, his physical performance is in the top 1 percent ... for thirty-two-year-olds, and in the top 5 percent for twenty-six-year-olds. Ali? You can't find her numbers at all until you get to age twenty-three, and she's in the top 5 percent for ... an eighteen-year-old girl! Can you believe it? Honest, it's true."Mom,.