Wynter was so embarrassed. But she grinned, too.I had noticed something while we sat there talking. Mom had been keeping her legs crossed tightly unde... her nightgown. She had great legs for a forty-five year old woman. And she was a red head, too. It seemed we were all Irish in this family.But while she was keeping her legs crossed I could see her blushing while she listened to the part about the frat party. And her still perky tits were heaving up as she breathed heavily in and out. I knew. Which is to say it was, both long and thick. I, or rather we watched as it slowly began to stand, reach its length and impressive girth. I have to say I wasn't the only one staring at his display. He looked from me, to the others grinning like the cat that ate the canary. Laughing, he squeezed his massive balls, leaned back grabbed the hem of his towel and pulled it from his waist and raisedthe towel in triumph. There were five or six of us in there, the swimmers began hooting and. He told me he didnt believe me. Then i did something drastic...i took his free hand and slid it under my skirt. He pushed my underwear aside and started to slide his finger in. I winced and told him to stop because it hurt. He turned and smiled at me. We drove home in silence. At home in the living room we sat on the couch and were watching tv. I can be outspoken at times so i asked him if he liked me. He said "yes but its wrong for me to". I told him i liked him too and i wudnt tell. She looked really cute that way, her nose twitched. I asked her where did she live. She said she lived in Mulund, about half a kilometer away from my college. She said that her name was Reshma. We continued talking about her family and personal stuff for about 30 minutes in a really friendly manner. She was talking about her married life. She was very open minded and talked about sensitive stuff openly. I realized that she had become too friendly with me, so I asked cheesily, “How is your sex.