" Wouldn't it be something to remember what you experienced inside your mother's womb?" Noah asked."Maybe not," she replied. Noah turned onto the inte...rstate and headed north. "Tell me about the farm." My folks bought it when I was about ten. My dad thought it would be fun to be a hobbyist farmer. It was a horse farm, originally." Did you have horses?" We had a couple early on. Horses are expensive and an awful lot of work. Neither my brother nor I had much interest in the hard work part of. Mom's hips were grinding at Mary's finger trying to increase any friction that she could against her overly sensitive clit. With a gasp and an inhale, mom's body seemed to implode, as waves of pleasure literally erupted from the inside out."Oh my fucking god!" were the only words that could escape from my mom's mouth. And with that, she tried to push Mary's hands away from her post-orgasmic clit. But Mary's hands refused to move and she continued to stimulate her."Mary, please stop, I can't. It will make this easier to tell.R: Go girl!L: The other morning I woke up early, early, around 5:30 and the sun was just coming up and casting these long shadows along my window.R: Oh, I like this, you're so graphic, I think I'll close my eyes and try to see what you're telling me.L: I was thinking of you and started to touch myself... R: Ahhhh, just a sec, I want to open my jeans a bit and get comfortable.L: Ummmm, do that. Like I was saying, I like to take my ring finger and ever so lightly,. What a pleasant difference!Deirdre didn't say much to Cheryl after Cheryl opened her bedroom door and went out towards the kitchen area. In fact, Deirdre was much quieter than Cheryl expected."Good morning, Deirdre," Cheryl said."Morning." Is this for me?" Cheryl asked, pointing to a packet of oatmeal sitting next to the thermal transfer unit."Yup, left it for you." Thanks."Cheryl threw the plastic packet into the thermal-transfer unit, which looked kind of like the old microwave ovens, but was.