When that thin line parts it displays another set of pinkish sensitivity, a small clitoris that makes you touch yourself discretely, or the more dange...ous opening, the one that requires the same clitoris to propel you onto a cock to fuck, yes, no matter how beautiful you are, or how sophisticated or refined, a fuck is a fuck, everything else is just a support system, you use to lure men inside you, it's like a cock, a man just supports it, he allows himself to get hard, because a girl like me. After making light work of my now pampered toes, Ben motioned for me toroll over. After he kneeded my back and stroked my legs, I found myselfcompletely relaxed and helpless. As the cliche goes I was putty in hishands. And his hands weren't done. Up, up his hands came. Up my thighsand close to my groin. Now my barely audible moans were getting a bitlouder and I started to bite my lip with excitement. I wanted his Big,Masculine paws all over me, especially on my crotch. I started to archmy back. And he’s not disappointed. He rubs my g-spot for a moment making me gasp, then removes his hand to replace it with his now hard piece. He starts to push inside me and we’re both already panting. “Ohh fuck,” I moan in a throaty voice, and suddenly he puts his wet finger in my mouth. My eyes meet his and I start to suck, tasting myself. My tongue massages his finger as I create a vacuum with my mouth and he groans. He takes his hand away, props himself up on his arms and starts forcing himself. ” “Only way to put it! And one more thing. You’d better start this Saturday, because if you wait till after Harold’s gone, you’ll never find the right time to start.” I almost shouted with joy from the back room when I heard Jamie reluctantly agree he had better begin the next Saturday. That night, replaying the conversation in my head, it gradually sunk in what Aunt Rinnie had said about Poppa. For the first time that night I admitted to myself that he was really dying. It was like a dam.