‘I don’t want one of those things inside me!’ She picked herself up and stood to one side as Amelia, Betty and this naked man, presumably called... Frank, stared at her in apparent astonishment. ‘I thought you’d be delighted, Emma dearest!’ Said Amelia soothingly. ‘No! Never!’ Cried Emma in alarm. ‘But it’s the real thing! Not a dildo! And I know you’ve had plenty of those inside you!’ ‘I just don’t like them!’ Emma sniffed. ‘Well, I hope you won’t mind as Betty and I take advantage of Frank’s. .”“Stop when you’re ahead Bobby.”“Just teasing.”“I know. He hates when I call him Bobby.”“Bobby was a little shit,” Bob explained. “I’m hoping Bob isn’t a big shit.”“He’s not,” said Theresa.“You don’t know me yet.”“So far so good.”“Me too.”“I like what you’re becoming,” said Rhonda.“I kind I do too,” Bob replied.“I just hope ... you’ll still want me in your life.”“I’ll always need you Ronnie. I have no doubt.”“Same for me. You were worried about Terry.”“I was,” he admitted. “I’m not.”“Good to. She wouldn’t be able to bath on her own so I had to help her but that was certainly going to be a problem. My mother may have been in her thirties but she was a looker. With beautiful flaxen blonde hair, voluptuous boobs, a slim waist line and round ass she could have been the perfect MILF model. On the other hand, I was a hormonal teenager, I certainly was going to have problems but I couldn’t leave my mother on her own so I had to help her. I laid her down inside the tub, filled it with water. I continued the stroke pattern and slowly worked my way down lower and lower, until my fingertips were just under her thong. She never tensed or made any attempt to stop the massage; she just let our an almost inaudible moan. I never went any further down than the top of her ass. I lifted the cover off her feet and begin massaging them. As I moved up, I uncovered a little more of her legs. I felt a little twitch from my cock when going up and down her sexy legs. It seemed the higher I lifted.