They looked the most unlikely pair. Her extremely petite frame was no match for his bulkiness, and at four foot nine, she was a good foot and a half s...orter than her Uncle.But, she could talk the ass off a donkey, that was for sure. John found himself speeding up in order to get home quicker, but she kept slowing them down; her shorter legs could not keep up with his long stride. Eventually, in the quest for some peace, he just came out with it."Do you have to talk so much?"Emily looked shocked. I dragged the flowers behind me and slung them on the kitchen table with my handbag. After dinner and a long soak in the bath, I watched some crap TV and went to bed. It was difficult to sleep though, for hours I just lay there thinking about him. In the end I had to push down my pyjama pants and slide a finger into my wet pussy. I imagined it was him stroking me and rubbing my g-spot. I imagined his tongue exploring my soft skin, sending tingles and shivers through my spine. I imagined him. "As tall and graceful as you are you are a woman, and probably the only woman in two counties who could carry this look off. And I say that knowing who the donor is, who shouldn't have even tried. And don't you dare repeat that to anyone or it might get back to her! It's a small town."Unfortunately the word was probably already out. Once again I'd drawn a crowd. The shoppers nodded their agreement.I was still swiveling nervously this way and that. I took a step, my leg flashing through the. Wendy had told him about several far-out things she had tried, but lesbianism hadn't been one of them. And yet there had been something strange about the way she had been turned on so wildly by his mother's dildo and by the fact that he was fucking her in his mother's bed.Confused enough by his mother's wild plan, Terry tried to put thoughts of his girl friend's past out of his mind.As he led Wendy up to his mother's bedroom, he wondered what would happen when he popped the question. It wasn't.