" I tried to undo my fly as she lifted her calves, leaning back on her elbows."Shoot," Jan sighed, then quivered and glared. "She's pushing my buttons... It's too late. Tracy!" she bellowed. "Bill's forcing himself on me!"Tracy let out a valkyrie squeak and came ramming into the laundry room. She rammed me aside. "Out, get out!" she yelled, and leaned between Jan's open thighs. Her lips opened and fastened on Jan's little pink."Out," Jan said. Then she closed her eyes and gurgled.I went back to. Some memories were more painful than others. When I saw Jeff at the pool with his shirt off or smelled his sweat when he’d been mowing the lawn, hot sexual images of his father invariably tormented me. Jeff Senior and I enjoyed a wonderful sex life; full of passion and unbridled lust right up until the day he died. I naturally missed having my husband when I wanted or needed it, especially when it had been as big as his had been!I know plenty of women who say that cock size isn’t important, and. I have a recollection of a pair of hands suddenly clutching and dragging me up on to the pillow, and of daylight then. I have no recollection of a word being uttered. This incident I could not long have forgotten, having told my cousin heard of it before my father did. He used to say it was the governess.I suppose I must have slipped down in my sleep, till my head laid against her belly and cunt: Some years afterward, when I got the smell of another woman’s cunt on my fingers, it at once. Grandma was very healthy for her age. She was agile - almost skinny - and she was nimble and cheerful and she loved cooking and housework and all the things Konrad tried to avoid. When he came home dinner would be ready. Then he would go to his home office and catch up with the inevitable paper-work. When that was done, he would have a good hot shower, throw on by bath-robe and go down to the living room where Grandma had a steaming mug of coffee waiting for him. He never wore anything under.