Now on sensations my cock gets in a meat grinder, and balls press mites. I even made attempts to return to traditional sex, but I do not feel any more... there are no sensations. Recently, Gracie told me a story from her youth. She had a girlfriend, older and from a wealthy family. This girlfriend once arranged a party for the girls, among other things on the table lay a bare stripper on which lay food. Of course there were a lot of jokes about eating a sausage stripper, and some girls after the. Who are you?”She blushed again and smiled. “I’m Marilyn. Marilyn Lefleur. Who are you?”I just couldn’t help myself. I gave her a big shit-eating grin and said, “Oh, darling, I am your Daddy’s worst nightmare!”She started at that, and then burst out laughing. “Oh really? That’s pretty big talk from a guy who couldn’t even say hello a minute ago!”I gave her a sheepish smile and shrugged. “It’s like I said, you took my breath away.”“So, who are you really, and what makes you my father’s worst. This was warming mom up nicely. In fact, she felt quite warm. (she later discovered one of the scamps had turned the thermostat high, on a summer's night!) So she let go briefly to shrug her robe off her shoulders, as did the gentlemen, following the lady's example. When they returned to their triangulation of manipulating each other's erogenous parts, Harry began to pet his Mrs.'s muff and Jack squeezing his mom's mams gently with his fingers. Hating to interrupt such nice fun, but. I answered her by loosening my tie and kicking off my shoes. I took off my clothes and asked her what the shaving cream was about. She smiled and said she wanted me to get a lesson in pussy. She said she wanted me to know how a pussy looked, smelled, tasted and, more importantly, she said she wanted to teach me how a pussy felt when I was fucking it. She said she had already trimmed her pubic hair. Then, after applying a bit of the shaving cream, Kathy invited me to shave her pussy.Once the.