Maybe I can make some sense out of why my husband and I got along so well and my daughter and granddaughter are so messed up. You said you sent a lett...r for someone to give you a life reading. How did that work?”I explained and told her how I composed the questions I wanted answered. “You will get an answer back asking you to be at a certain place at a certain time.”“Where do I have to go” I don’t like to drive far?”“No, you don’t have to leave your house. Ideally, you can be sitting in the. Left of the entrance was a fairly large kitchen which, with a table that sat six, doubled as a dining room. At it sat a man whose face and arms, both long, made it seem as if he might be my height, and a cute bespectacled strawberry blonde woman who seemed to be much shorter. A tall blonde woman whose laugh lines made her look to be in the realm of forty approached us. A lovely woman.“Show them where to hang their coats, Charlie,” she said. Being late March in Minnesota, the winter held on,. I looked down to see what was going on - or not going on in this case. Alice was guiding her daughter's hand to a glistening drop of precum which had formed at the opening of my urethra. Mother and daughter both shared the signs of sexual arousal. Nipples stood erect and hard, and a rosy blush added a glow to their faces."Notice how slippery it feels, Star. It's precum, and men produce it to help lubricate a woman's vagina to make penetration more enjoyable for both parties," Alice instructed. Her hand had reached between my legs by then. I knew that soon she would discover for herself just how much she excited me. I found myself already soaking wet from just the touch of her hand. Embarrassed by my feelings I shifted and tried to turn away from her. She stopped me by kissing me on the mouth, letting her lips linger on mine. She then whispered in my ear, "We could have so much fun together." Sitting up she pulled her nightshirt off over head and motioned for me to do the same. Soon.