Maybe it was because she had me by C-section. The fact that my birthing did not stretch out her birth canal could be the reason why she felt so tight ...down there." Mom did not have a scar there. She must have given me a natural birth. Maybe I had stretched out her pussy or the surgeon had done some damage to her. Man! One way or the other, I owe Mom a bunch of orgasm!" Perhaps you could arrange for me to try out her pussy. Maybe we'll find out whether her difficulty in having orgasm is her loose. "Apparently, that's why I'm in the hospital."She squealed with glee. "I knew it! I knew it had to be possible!" She was bouncing. "Do me!"I shook my head. "Can't." Oh, fuck you, Eric!" She got up and glared at me. "You're always like this! You just don't want to do it to me." Tears were running down her face. "You know how much it means to me." Look, angel." I put on an apologetic look. "Seriously, I can't."She sat down, giving me puppy-dog eyes. "Well, why not?" Um," I said. "It only works. " I chuckled, "You must know, Della. No one becomes a dyke slut without knowing why. So why?" She whispered, "To be popular." "Ahhhhhh, the truth," I proclaimed, pausing, "will set you free." I took one of her breasts in my hand and I felt her shiver, clearly uncomfortable with my touch. "Why are you letting me touch your breasts?" "Because your sister told me to do whatever you asked," the submissive girl admitted. "So if asked you to bend over and take my cock in your ass, you would?" "Yes,". It was more than that.”I listened and watched her struggling to explain. I remembered how tense and shy she was when we first met at the farm, how she responded to my seductive words and then unleashed her passionate sexuality. I loved her wildness.She leaned back and smiled again. Her blue eyes gazed into mine. Why is she looking at me like that?“I believe you're sorry, but why are you smiling and what do you mean it was more than sex?”“I'm smiling because I know you want me to go with you but.