The past, current and future generation knewdifferently.This time sitting together was a bonding experience for all and also oneof growth for many. Th...is was a time and place where they could open up.The talk which was not talk was actually the teenagers culling out thebad ideas. There was no fear of being rejected for saying an idea whichwas going to be rejected.Blake and Tom were partaking in this rite of passage. Tom was talkingabout how he was going to get a much better girlfriend than. " Aw, shucks, ma'am," I said in my best Southern drawl. "It twern't nothin'." Well, come on in, then, sheriff, and pull up a barstool while I serve you up some sarsaparilla," she countered as she opened the door and led us into the house.The boys ran and jumped up the stairs to get cleaned up while Lori and I went into the kitchen for some lemonade. She set out a plate of cookies and filled four glasses with ice, and poured freshly made lemonade into two of them. She handed me a glass, and. Closer and closer it went until at last it timidly touched the soft firmness of its purple capped mushroom. The instant her finger touched him, her son gradually rose up on his knees, forcing his gigantic boy-cock into her hand. Now, standing on his knees in front of his mother, he once again waited. Responding to his suggestive move, she delicately traced the outline of his penis with her finger.Her finger slowly circled around the firm, purple cap of maleness and then crept down one side of. I moaned lowly as my “clitty” began to press against the front of the sheer gauzy panty. While his one hand exploded my “clitty” his other had climbed up my back and began to tug the zipper of my black cocktail dress downward. I tugged at the dress off my shoulders and allowed it to gather around my waist. He immediately buried his face between my breasts, barely confined by the sheer under wire bra. His lips planted kiss after kiss upon my exposed cleavage and I moaned louder with each passing.