I mean, as far as I can tell. Do you think it's medical?" No," she said. "I think you're probably just too sensitive down there, plus you're probably ...verthinking things. Your dad was the same way, at first." "Anyway," she continued, "I'm sure you don't want to talk about your dad." She hopped off the counter, again giving me a show. Her stomach was still flat for a woman her age, and I was pleased by her outfit choice. She sat down on the kitchen table, her legs swaying slowly. "Alright," she. He was sleeping but would likely show up any moment. So we sat quietly and chatted. It was a bit of torture to sit there and not touch Nora at all but it seemed best that we "behaved." Just the same, I wasn't being shy about my dress - top 3 buttons of my blouse open (showing all the substantial cleavage I could as well as the upper edge of my lacy bra) and a tight, mid-thigh skirt that rose to my hips when I sat, allowing glimpses of my pussy should anyone peek - no panties, of course -. I asked him again about college and his course, wanking while he talked. I don't know if being able to see ourselves in the mirror was providing too much visual stimulation for the boy, but I carried on chatting with him for quite a time.Then I told him to just relax completely and let my piss out of his ass at the same time. With us both watching ourselves in the mirror, I stood up straight. Suddenly he groaned and I saw my piss spraying out of his ass. At the same time, I felt his stream. Every one was getting pretty relaxed with eachother and we were engaged in comfortable conversation.About two hours into the evening, five drinks later…feeling VERY loose, the conversation turned to sex,women, oral sex, cocks, eating pussy, etc… I guess, since they know about my “activities” then theykind of look to me as their local sex guru. They can askme anything and I would most likely have some comment orinformation on the subject.Well… as the subject got.