I kissed her. Her eyebrows shot up and she stopped talking and smiled demurely!I put my arm round her. She snuggled up to me and we looked at the mile...upon mile of grape vines that slipped past the car as we drove. The silence was punctuated by just an occasional comment or question from Sylvie's mother. If her mother realised what caused such a change in her daughter's behaviour she never let on; but she did have a rather enigmatic smile for several days after whenever she saw us together.I. I had no use for all the knowlege I got from reading books on how to please a woman sexually. At least never had the need to use it on her. She actually hated pussy eating and such. Mom would avoid it if she could. Mostly mom was ready for fucking when she asked me for it. She was ready for straight forward fucking with the minimum foreplay. I soon realized that mom was using sex as other women would use yoga, a way to relieve tensions and stresses. That meant that she had me fucked her two or. ” He said all of this sex talk had made his penis hard and asked me if I wanted to see it. I thought “The last time I played I'll show you mine if you will show me yours was when I was 7 years old, but I had never seen an erect penis.” Being a curious person I said OK. Eric pulled down his shorts and there stood his pre-puberty penis sticking straight out. It was about 3 inches long and about the size of my finger. It had a reddish colored head at the end with a hole in the middle. Eric said. This place only had 6 rows of seats, about ten in each row. The back wall was open and accessible of course. I settled in a middle row, middle seat and waited for the after dinner/late comments crowd. Two other horny old men came in separately, and sat away from me. Not much happened for the next hour. I had no place to go, and wife thought I was eating, so I had two more hours of playtime. A younger guy came through the curtained doorway and headed to the last row. He settled down and fiddled.