Finished, I said, "Now you."Angela turned to sit down on the toilet seat and I said, "Oh no." That's too embarrassing!" protested Angela.I pointed out...to her that, "Peeing like a guy made you horny and you wanted me to rub your clit for you."Angela had a genuinely passionate look on her face and she squatted over the toilet bowl and let loose while I held her. As she finished, she said, with real urgency, "Rub me!"I cupped her mound and slipped my middle finger into her juicy slit and. I just had never heard of women starting things, and I was wondering if I was getting too weird. I mean, I didn’t talk with the girls in high school about this, but I have overheard them complaining that the guys were always pushing and pushing, and Mark hasn’t done that.’ ‘Sounds like he didn’t have to.’ I can’t believe myself, I actually snickered a bit when I said that! ‘You know, mom, gosh, I don’t know if I should say this, it’s kind of embarrassing . . . .’ ‘Go ahead, Jennifer.’ ‘Well, I. She watched as the faded blue denim beneath the large silver buckle between his leather chaps began to tighten. “Dreams like these should be lived my dear,” he mumbled as he read her story. “I am just the cowboy to make them happen.” He said with a smile. Kneeling, she reached up, flipping the buckle open and tugged the zipper down. Reaching in she freed his large cock from its confinements. “My god” she thought, ”He is much larger than my husband, hell, he’s larger than most men!” . She cried when he stepped closer and it was indeed her father Ernie! He was the last man she expected to see. She had been so wound up thinking of who it might be. This turn of events raised a plethora of new issues, things she had never thought about, in her mind.Her body also reacted, in a way that surprised her. She had seen he was a good lover. She got wet.First Ernie said that she was not to ask about her mother. He said that “she knew, and was happy with the arrangements.” Cynthia thought.