Aunt Jackie let them all hang out and came out to monitor the party ever so often. The kids were all seniors at school. They were either seventeen o... eighteen. Still young for drinking, but it was summer. Aunt Jackie didn't care if they drank. They would have to stay over if they did.Carlo was sixteen and very shy. He mostly played video games and didn't have many friends. He was inquisitive, and Jackie knew that he was also going through puberty, and his hormones were out of control. . "The G-spot is on the front wall of her vagina, a few inches in," says Siski Green, author of How To Blow Her Mind In Bed (Pikatus). "It feels rough, a bit like a walnut and swells during arousal to the size of a 2p piece." Insert two fingers about an inch or two into her vagina with your hand resting against her pubic hair. "As you rub she can grind her clitoris against your palm for added stimulation," says Green. "Press the spot on her stomach where her pubic hair starts as this pushes her. I realized, somewhere along the way, that I enjoyed listening to her as much as talking to her. A distinct change from my usual mode. She didn't prattle or gossip. When she had something to say, it was built on knowledge tempered with a formidable intellect and a willingness to think. Even when I disagreed with her, I had to admire the cogency of her arguments.It was strange not having to carry anything to our room - the chauffeur took care of that, but I thought I could get used to it.We. Our daughters remembered their grandmother, or at least her Christmas cookies, and wanted to know if she would make some for them. Emer and Fand were also comfortable with my Mother and liked her cookies, too. When I returned from the hospital that evening, Mom had dinner waiting for me, and then she returned home to check on Dad.The next day Mom went to the hospital with us to see her new grandsons and to help with our daughters. My wives were surprised to see her, but were proud to show off.