Maybe it would be good for both of you," she suggested."No, we're both fine. Well, you know, we're okay. The problem withJamie isn't his behavior. ...He's a perfect angel. In fact, that's theproblem, sort of." I'm sorry, Ginny, I don't get it. How can his not being a problem be aproblem?"I sighed."Let me start at the beginning."Karen listened patiently."Today I took Jamie shopping. Just like you took Debbie," I added,"although it wasn't for clothes. We went to the toy store to use thegift. A valuable asset for that, truly, but also for her ample assets, sizable double-d's and round ass with pronounced hips and thighs and just the right amount of tummy to be sexy, but not quite chubby.Timmy, your previously mentioned nephew, simply mutters a hello. He spoke little, and wasn't particularly notable when he did deign to speak, but his memory was downright uncanny, making him valuable at filling in blanks you may have carelessly left in your notes. Slim, pale, lightly muscled but. I drank and leaned back."Well," he said."Doing what?" I asked. "I got a job." Soldiering," he said. "My militia company. We shares what we takes, and we take plenty, plenty of whisky, plenty of tail, lots of fun." Didn't know war was fun," I said. "And tell that bedraggled man behind me to go away or I'll kick him again."The red-head waved and then looked back at me. "Want a woman?" he asked."Always," I said."Marcia," he yelled. The serving wench came and stood beside him, a young farm girl. I could see it pointing out under her pyjama.Some moments later she woke up so I put my hand on her belly under her shirt feeling her smooth skin…So I pushed my hand a little bit down just to slip under the edge of her trousers and panties… mmm how much I love that feeling when my fingers touch her grown back hair at the side of her TRIMMED pussy…After that my hand didn’t get lower but instead rised up till the curve of her TINY tits… I love stopping my hand there and feeling my wife so.