Sanders!!! Yesssss!!!! yesssss!!!! Oh, God!!! That feels so good!!!’ Downward Ben’s lips continued to travel. At the same time, his hands stroked ...er soft, damp, pubic hair, then they slid between her legs, pressed them apart, and caressed the velvety skin of her inner thighs. ‘Ahhhhhh!!!’ Cynthia moaned. Her hips began to thrust upward. ‘I can’t stand it!!! It feels too…Tooooo…Goooooooodddddd!!!!’ Her pubic hair was sparse and soft, barely covering the Vee between her divine legs. Ben kissed. I don’t want to go to church.” We didn’t make it a habit of going to church. Dad had been a nonbeliever, and Mom hadn’t made a big thing of her beliefs if she had any. I had come to the conclusion that God was a story like Santa Claus that they told you to convince you to be good.With Mom standing right in front of me, smiling at me and working to put her earring on, Grandma walked right up to me and grabbed my bulge. She’d never done anything like that in front of Mom before. I looked at Mom’s. We were chatting by the poolside. We eventually decided to dive into the pool and play in the water. By then it was almost 2 and the pool was complete empty. Since none of us knew swimming we were just talking and throwing water on each other holding our glasses of whisky in one hand. In the course of such mischief I went underwater and pulled her leg. She also did the same. Our bodies came close and we hugged each other. The temperature was rising. I could feel her boobs. She grabbed my ass. I. Your sexual excitement was alive and well and building with the stimulation. Then the second hand started the same ministrations on the left nipple. The tweaks were alternating, like a railroad flasher signal. The warning alternated from one light to the other. It seemed that your body was supplying the bell as the flashing signal continued. The signals were getting louder and louder in your head and body. Alternating impulses from your nipples, each was arriving at your clit for an almost.