She liked to have a less innocent evening once in a while. Why not? She started taking down videos… The 400 Blowjobs… The Sexorcist… XXXcitement...… Wild Girls… Suddenly, something caught Jane’s eye. She went over and looked at it for a very long time. It was an umbrella. She couldn’t tell the age. There was a small carved and painted parrot head at the end. This simple thing brought a flood of memories back to her. She had desperately tried to forget them. The shopkeeper looked over at Jane. He. It was something I thought about up on the hill. I wondered if you'd be disgusted or excited if I gave ... commentary ... on what we were doing. What would you think of that?" I don't know," Andy admitted. "That day, I probably would have been upset. I mean, I looked at you differently. We didn't know each other at all. I still looked at you like some Chinese vase or something." And that's changed?" Regan asked with a laugh."I know you're not much different than me when it comes down to it,". "; not that I would like to fuck myself (although an activity I admittedly occasionally enjoy), but that I am a [veteran] mother who is knowingly fuckable. I am 38 years old and am the proud mother of two lovely children. My oldest, Fred, is 19 years old, the same age I was when I brought him into this world. His father, Frank Applewater, was not excited at the prospect of fatherhood. He took off to live his life in California, free from the responsibility to his impending son, when I was seven. You reach up with one hand and grab my arm and pull me down towards you and my foot slips in the wet grass, wet with our pee, and I fall on top of you and we are both giggling. You roll me over on my back and sit astride me and your hair is falling over your face so I cannot see your beautiful eyes and I lift my hand up and push it to one side and look into your bright laughing eyes. My love for you makes my tummy feel funny. You grind your crotch against my pubic mound, rubbing your clitoris.