My hands traveled down my leg removing the nylons one at a time. My thoughts drifted to Beth running her foot along my leg during dinner. I have never...been sexually interested in another woman before. Beth though has stirred those feelings. My pussy became wet and my nipples hardened at the thought of making love to her.Removing my garter, my hands found their way to my pussy. Pushing two fingers past the swollen lips as I rubbed my clit it did not take much for me to come. My sweet nectar. She said, “Sir, you are something else. How do you manage it?”The old man grinned and said, “You gotta keep the old motor running...”A year later, the couple returned to the hospital for the birth of their third child.The same nurse was there for this birth also and, after the delivery, she once again approached the old gentleman, smiled, and said, “Well, you surely are something else! How do you do it?”The old man replied, “It’s like I’ve told you before, you gotta keep the old motor. ”“Yessir.”“He called me yesterday.”“Allow me a guess.”I heard his soft chuckle. “It’s happening again.”“I fear so, sir.”“They’re coming in bunches now, like bananas at the grocery.”“Her dad’s office is up the hall. He’s in a daze.”“The girl, Vicki. Is she?”“She’s a repackaging of Cindy. Or Dana. Or Nikki. Or Terri. Something about mental maturity – emotional maturity – cultivated by her home life, both with her mom, who’s a piece of work, and her dad and step-mom, who fit this place like a. Her ex-husband had given his custom to the Gentlemen’s Club that featured her on a sturdy pole for male perusal in the nocturnal hours far longer than she would like to admit.The pleasingly plump Nicole labored both vertically and horizontally or in any angle in between that allowed adequate penetration for satisfactory orgasm of the female variety.Apparently, her husband was availing himself of her services at the same time she was cementing her relationships with the canine crowd. Donna had.