A coy little smile came to her face but she wasn't jumping for joy or overly excited, she just nodded her head. "Okay," she said, smiling smugly. "So ...you would want to do it again?" I asked, seeking confirmation from my wife. "I would," Julie replied. She and I made love after that, the thought of her with Nate again playing in both our minds, I was sure. The next day at work I told Nate that my wife would like to try the experience again. We set up a date for the next weekend, when I knew that. I reach behind her and grabbedher bottom. “They’re hard, aren’t they?” she says. Hard theyare, almost like a young girl who rides her bicycleeverywhere. She says they’re that way because shespends an hour a day on the Stair-Master at her gym. “My thighs are also hard,” she says, “You shouldcheck them out.” I couldn’t resist. My left hand continuedmassaging her bottom and my right hand made its way upher right thigh. She. This is going to spoil your day in a nice way I hope." What is it?" Well I have to talk around the bush for a few moments to set the stage. Please bear with me. First I was born basically the way I am now though that was almost thirteen years ago. I want you to look at my earlobes and my teeth for just a moment."Tom turned his head and looked at me and I opened my mouth to show him my nice white teeth. "So?" They are not the way I was born. I had no earlobes and had to grow them. I had more. ”“So what did she say that you did not understand?”“Mom what is a blow job?”I was stunned for a minute. My f*****n year old daughter was asking about blow jobs. What should I do? Should I tell her that she too young? Should I tell her the truth? After a moment I thought I would be honest with her.“Well Jenny a blow job is a way that people have sex. You know about sex right?”“I know that a guy has a penis and he puts it in a woman’s vagina and then they might have a baby.”“Yes that is the.