She's fine."Turning, she noticed it was only Marge and herself standing there, the pastor having wandered off to talk with some with his church ladies...at some point. "How do you do it?" Rachel asked, the sudden fear she'd experienced all too evident on her face.The grandmother just shrugged nonchalantly. "You've got to strike a balance between holding on and letting go ... and some days are better than others," she replied. With a long glance out toward Hailey, she turned back to Rachel with a. "Do you do it because it feels nice or do you feel that you have to do it because your honeypot feels uncomfortable and aches if you don't?" I asked."Ummmm. . . sometimes - - because I like it, and sometimes because I feel that like I have to." she said."Well that is normal. It is the same for men too. We sometimes get an urge to rub ourselves - - and sometimes when we're feeling lonely, and also sometimes when we're feeling aroused. My dog is just the same, but he has an additional problem, at. I came back to the bed, we cuddled for a while and he carried me back to my room. We fell asleep and my daughter woke me up around 8 am the next morning.I was so tired to even walk down the stairs. I made breakfast and woke him up. We were so tired that we didn’t do anything till the evening. We again took my daughter to the park and came back. As tomorrow was a Monday and my daughter had school, I told him no sex tonight.He was disappointed but he understood. As I was a bit scared to sleep. I replied innocently, “Ya, sure.”He asked me to sleep on the bed. I followed his order. His hand was coming near my pant but he was feeling shy to open it. By the way, I was wearing a t-shirt without a bra and a short pants. I just said to him, “Open it yaar. Don’t be shy.”He opened up my pant and the underwear. He was opening so passionately like a pornstar. He kissed my thigh but didn’t go down to my vagina. He asked me to open up the t-shirt which I opened.To my surprise, my brother was more.