Do I grow up on my own, or do I chance it and continue to wait for Prince Charming? Well, not being accustomed to making my own decisions meant that I... hadn’t mastered that skill and so when faced with making a decision about my future, it should come as a surprise to no one reading this that I made the wrong choice. Can you blame me though? The Prince and I knew each other well. We’d been friends, and lovers for years so why not give him a little more time and impress him with my coolness by. There was just a bit of manual foreplay, maybe a little sucking on his cock, then a quick fuck, and it was over. She had, by her early forties, never had an orgasm.At the time, though, I didn’t know any of this, but just climbing on top of a girl and fucking her just wasn’t my style. I almost never fucked a girl without spending some face time with her pussy, and my mother’s thick auburn bush, with just a touch of gray, looked incredibly inviting. I took her by one ankle and spun her around in. I noticed a woman walk down the hall; she had a nice tight ass on her. Her nighty was molded to that ass. Whoever she was it was a nice sight even if I didn’t see her face and I thought they must have other visitors too. A little while later his Mom’s voice came from behind us and asked us if we would like a coffee or juice. I turned to greet her and my eyes almost popped out of my head. It had been Mani’s Mom in the hall. “Whoa. You look awesome!” I blurted before I realized what I had said.. We are also more easily able to tell each other what we want and like out of our lovemaking.So, a couple of days after the arrival of our invitation to the wedding, we were relaxing in bed, with a glass of wine after a 'nooner.' I'm not sure why we'd decided to indulge in the middle of the day, but then there didn't have to be that much of a reason other than one of us had decided to drag the other one to bed and have their 'wicked way' with them."So," said Jan, "Are we going to Fran's wedding.