We sit next to each other, staring at the water. Every so often, we catch each other’s eyes staring at one another. You move closer to me and re...t your head on my shoulder. I slide my arm around your waist and lean close to your ear. I whisper, “I want to kiss you” in your ear. You laugh briefly and look up at me. “Well, what’s stopping you?” Our lips touch softly, as you lay back on the grass. Slowly, I run my hand up and down your side. Shivers run down your spine and. That’s how babies are made.”“Sounds messy.”“Mmmmm,” she said wistfully and realised when she saw the look in his eye. “It’s very pleasant also. If done right.”“And that’s masturbation is it?”“No. That’s a fuck.” The words had slipped out before thinking. She saw the smirk on his face. “Masturbation is when you use your hand instead of a…a….”“Cunt?”“Yes. A cunt!”There was silence for a few moments. Tony broke it.“Can you show me?”“WHAT!”“Aw, c’mon mum!” he pleaded. “I don’t know if I’d. Remember, you wanted the house instead of your share of my business. Hell, I fucking live here, because it's frankly cheaper and easier now. Especially in the early days, before you remarried, when I had to pay you that damn alimony! That was a definite injustice, since Leroy here was already supporting you himself! So, get over it and over yourself, too! This is a party for Confederacy sponsors, concubines, and prospects for both. If you want to join in, show respect for me as your host. The. She had a date that she didn't want to avoid. David looked like a good guy, and he was a hottie to boot.She looked at herself in the mirror. She tried her hair this way and that, combed over so it partially hid one eye. She tried to do something to be sexier in the overly large t-shirt, and settled on tucking it into the skirt and putting a bulldog clamp around the back so it would be pulled tighter. Then she put on the jacket. Satisfied, she checked the clock again. 3:30. What was she supposed.