Say it as explicitly and obscenely as you can. If you want to eat my hot, wet pussy, just say it. And remember that my pussy is hot and wet because it...wants your big, hard cock. If you want to eat my pussy, go ahead and do it."I waited for her to undress, but she did not move."What's wrong with you?" she said. "If you want my pussy, go ahead and take it. What are you waiting for?" You are still dressed," I said."If you want me to undress, just tell me to," she said. "When you want me to do. And of course, there was a rather unmistakable phallic shaped object that Melanie didn’t dare touch. It was thick, purple, and had what appeared to be strands of beads encircling the 8 inch shaft. Something inside her began to burn at the thought of how that must feel, and what exactly the beads were for. Crimson filled Melanie’s cheeks, and she decided to move on to the last object in the box. There was a small cylindrical object that vaguely resembled a mascara tube. She delicately fingered. The shower was nice but getting out was a chilling experience. I finished drying off grabbed my clothes and rushed to the fireplace and was getting dressed when Virginia started to laugh at my antics. Her suggested was to climb back into bed and warm up a little.She sure changed her mind when she felt my body temperature not to mention my hands. Later when we both had showered, my second for the day, we dressed in front of the fireplace.After breakfast we drove over to Uncle George's and told. " Little did she realise how near the truth that was.For a while I lay in the darkness waiting for sleep that wouldn't come. I gently stroked my prick as I replayed the scenes from mother's thoughts. Perhaps I should have been more shocked than I was but I surmised that, like Jean, mother wasn't getting the sex she wanted or needed at home. "Good luck to you mother," I muttered but I felt sorry for dad. He worked hard to earn enough money to keep us and I wasn't going to be contributing to the.