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“And please stop calling me Mother, I’m Mom, remember.” Kim laughed through the tears leaking from her pretty hazel eyes. “Yes Mom.” “That’s better, come here and give me a hug.” The women embraced. “Ok, now that we’ve gotten through that, tell me what it’s like to be part of a harem, does jealousy rear it’s ugly head?” “It did but it’s something we’ve worked through, I even believe it brought us all closer.” “Ok, tell me, why the get-up, the way you and Ursula dress?” Kim flushed with embarrassment, how could she talk about this with her Mom.” ‘Come on Kim, it wasn’t that hard of a question.” “Mom, please this is kinda hard, I suppose the answer is we want to show our wares, entice him, and, obviously it makes us more available to his touch.” “So it’s carnal desire?” “Yes damn it, yes, his touch inflames me, it makes my tummy churn and my panties get wet, God, just talking about it now and I can feel him me, do YOU understand?” “No Kim, I’m afraid I don’t,” Tina said as she got up Indian Sex and returned to her room. She stripped of her dress and shoes and laid down on the bed. No, she couldn’t understand, she couldn’t understand the emotions of her daughter. Tina had been married, she’d had a child, she’d had a sex life. Marvin wanted to engage in sex once a month, it consisted of him mounting her for two minutes then him rolling off and almost indian immediately beginning to snore, how could that be so attractive, she hadn’t enjoyed it, it was a duty and nothing more. She wondered what it must be like to experience the excitement and arousal Kim felt? She was seventy-one, she was pious, she was chaste, her hand caressed her tummy, what would it be like to have a man who made you wet your panties and act a bit crazy, her hand slid down to her abdomen, it was really there that Kim would feel the churning, her vagina, her anus, uterus, ovaries, Tina had them, too but hers didn’t churn, they occupied space in her body. What would it be like to be a woman, oh she knew she was a woman, she sat down to pee, which seemed the only remaining part of her plumbing that was useful, no she meant A WOMAN, one that had a man she wanted as he wanted her, a man to laugh with and to cry with, a man who could ignite her with only a touch. She’d never know now, she was old and alone, she doubted that, at her age, there was even tinder for a spark to ignite. She softly wept into her pillow. Ursula came from school and, soon after Ryan was home from work, Ursula bathed then she and Kim started working on dinner. Tina saw more now. Kim was at the sink, Ryan approached her from behind, he hugged her, “Have a good day?” He asked., His hand was on her abdomen, he pulled her back against him, he kissed the nape of her neck, her head fell back on his shoulder, her smile was angelic as she cooed, “It is now.” He was different with Ursula, he teased her, “Um, what are you fixing, it smells good.” “A stew from left over roast beef from last night.” “And I thought it was the fragrance of sweet sister,” his fingers lightly stroked her shoulders and back. Tina heard her whisper, “It’s my turn tonight.” “Ah, a dessert sweeter than Pavlova, I can hardly wait.” He walked over to Tina, “I owe you a hug Gram, and I must say, you look especially attractive tonight, I love your hair.” Tina blushed, she wasn’t accustomed to such effusive flattery. She made an effort with her appearance, it was rewarding to have it acknowledged. He hugged her and gave her a little kiss on the throat. “You’re delicious, I’m so glad you’re here with us, it makes the family complete.” His hand was on the small of Tina’s back, she realized Indian Porn she wanted him to draw her to his body, her knees felt weak, she moaned softly in his ear, she pulled back from his embrace, she was on the verge of making a fool of herself, she glanced toward the kitchen, Kim was watching her, she’d seen, she smiled. Tina moved quickly back to her bedroom, she’d embarrassed herself, she was Miz Perfect, she kept her emotions in check, she sang high soprano in the church choir, she donated time and money to worthy causes, she’d felt it coming, it’d been like a flash of lightning then a rumble of Exotic Girl thunder, she reached under her pretty dress, her panties were soaked. It had never happened to her before, it was spontaneous and uncontrolled, her body sensed and prepared, she wanted and expected to be bred, her lubrication made it easier for him to get into her. Of course at seventy-one she was well past the age for breeding, she slid a finger through the leg hole of her panty, she touched herself, the fluid was viscous and slick. She laid quietly, lost in though, experiencing self-recrimination and day dreams, she thought Ethnic Porn herself a silly Indian Girls old woman. The Second Class slaves he used for a quick fuck whenever his cock got hard. Jon had decided that the old one was ‘well past its sell by date’. She held her arms out from her sides, "Okay, go Indian Girls ahead. “I went to Terondia to visit your mother,” I smirked back, “she had some back problems I helped her straighten out. Behind the two “sewage workers” was a man in a dark suit and slicked-back hair, looking like a government agent. Benjamin says. 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We might have started out fooling around to protect our virginities, but maybe that was just an excuse.