But what she lacked in cleanliness she made up for in the bedroom. Carol liked to play in the bedroom. She was a take charge kind of girl and hell I w...s having sex so who was I to complain. Carol taught me to lower my inhibitions and would always tell me if it felt good go with it, sex should be fun, exciting, and adventurous. We started our marriage just doing the normal missionary positions, then we went to doggie style, then Carol took over. Carol liked to play with my body. Carol taught me. We were excited to meet each other and talked a lot about school days, teachers, etc.Our planning for the reunion was underway and we were working very closely, as both of us were heading the organizing committee. We would spend hours together planning and shopping for stuff. This got us close. I also told her that she was a genuine person and has not changed a bit since school days.Later on, I learned that Stella was divorced. She lived alone with her son and was working in a bank. She was a. "What's wrong Joy?" "Oh Uncle Bud I think I have a bump or a bite on my leg and I can't find it, but sometimes it hurts me when I move a certain way." "Will you see if you can find it?" "Sure girl let me take a look."She stands up and Uncle bud asks which leg? She replies by saying it's closer to the top. Her Uncle is nose level now with her treasure and he dispenses with asking his question again.Slowly he slides his large rough hands up both legs, luxuriating in the feel of of her skin that. Why did I let myself loose control like that? Well, it coulda been because I was in a house with both of them walkin’ round naked most of the time. Any man exposed to the two of them naked or damn close to it all the time is bound to loose control sooner or later…“Scott, I think my boobs are clean.” Mama said.“Huh?” “Scott, you been rubbin’ that thing up and down across my boobs for like ten minutes, I think they’re clean.”“Oh…sorry Mama.”“Why’re you here? Don’t you know I need my alone.