." I wasn't sure what I was going to say next."You're in no position to negotiate." She was right about that. She'd made up her mind long before she'd... gotten home. I was caught completely off guard and a little stupid from the heat. "One more time: Do you want to go down on me or not?" Yes." Good answer." She stroked my face again. "First, you need to shave. Do a good job. I don't want to feel any stubble on my thighs. If I do, no pussy for you."I turned and went to the bathroom. I was flushed. I don't know if I have ever seen anything as erotic as the way she rubbed her breasts. I was openly staring like a teen age boy, of course, wondering where this was going to lead us.She seemed unperturbed by my attention. "Ah," she sighed. "That feels a lot better."Her breasts were firm, but almost as large as Anne's so they quivered as if they were molded from jelly whenever she moved. I hadn't realized until then that her areola still had the puffiness of adolescence, and almost. Okay, funny figure of speech to use under the circumstances, but the point is that rambling is fine. We’re thinking as we go. On our feet in a figurative sense, if not a literal one. I think that we can both use a chance to sit down here,” I commented while devouring my Roast Red.“Yeah, well, I think that you get the idea ... and thanks for being sensible about my rambling ... and about the subject matter. I like how you see it. Pussy is pussy. Ass is ass. Dick is dick. Well, up to a point. I. He gazed out over the wave pool, the large artificial beach with its white sand and blue water and seeming acres of female flesh concealed by the skimpiest of bikinis. Ron Harris smiled to himself as he contemplated having some of these beauties serve his needs."Well?" The old woman had silently glided up beside him. "What do you think of my park?"Ron stood almost in awe. Behind the wave pool towered an artificial mountain, the summit of which was the launching point for dozens of water rides..