She informed methis would be the bridal shower dress I was to wear. She placed it on thebed and walked over to my dresser. She called it a lingerie ch...st. Sheopened the top drawer and started looking through the panties. All thesethings weren't there before. She must have added a bunch of things whileI slept or something. I usually kept about 10 pairs of boxers or boysunderwear in that drawer. Now it was filled with nylon panties. She dugaround until she found a yellow floral brief, and then. As we were leaving I apologized if I had said anything that offended her. She said."No it is not your problem at all. See, my boyfriend has never been able to make me cum. He lasts maybe 30 seconds max and his cock is tiny. Jen filled me in on how you and her have sex every once and a while, she told me about your cock, and how long you can last, and how she cums over and over. I want that, I really do"I kissed her on the forehead and said. "If you really want it, follow me." I got in my car. She'd raised three happy children who'd since become successes in life. Poor Marla, on the other hand, was stuck behind the same receptionist's desk she'd worked for thirty years.Her face, and much of her torso, was coated with wrinkles. While she'd once weighed a svelte 120 pounds, now she was up to 200. But the worst part was the menopause. It had started around fifty and like most women; it caused Marla's periods to feel even worse. It seemed like she felt a hot flash at least three times. Not that Abby really noticed I was there; she was raptly following the story. She must have heard Dr. Seuss’ ’The Cat in the Hat’ a thousand times already – her original copy had fallen apart and been replaced – but she was totally loving Mel’s interpretation.Did I mention Mel’s really good at reading out aloud?When my sister and her husband crept in a while later, with their smartphone cameras at the ready, Mel and I were sitting shoulder to shoulder, hip to hip, each with a youngster on our.