I am far from innocent or naive about sex.”Mom’s jaw dropped a bit at the directness of her daughter. “Ummm ... a couple of times a week at most.... We are pretty quiet when you are home.”“Let’s go someplace where we can talk. I don’t want to distract your driving.”They were almost home so resumed their conversation in the family room. “Let’s have some wine,” Judi suggested. Mom didn’t argue about her age and just poured big glasses. Judi continued, “Mom, I love you and don’t want to keep things. .. WATCH THE ROAD, DUMMY. The passengers are your responsibility. Remember ... everyone else on the road is a homicidal maniac ... they want to kill you ... some of them don't mind dying doing it.Manchester to Boston, 70 miles more or less. Downhill. Due to towns, villages, stop signs in the middle of nowhere, it takes about 3 hours. The train is faster.Boston to Manchester, after great sex and shopping, takes an hour, uphill ... well it feels like it. Bang! You're past Manchester and heading. I want to use you to the point of exhaustion. I want to take you to the places you’ve ached to be. And I want to teach you all you want to learn.” He sat back up, leaving Elaine breathless and tingling to her toes. Her pussy was clenching uncontrollably. She carefully picked up her Cognac, taking a big slug of it. “Y… You always say the right thing.” He winked. From the shadows Kendra appeared, offering more coffee. . ? After a moment’s hesitation, Libby thrust her chest forward, feeling totally degraded.Jack moved forward and began fondling her breasts and nipples at first. In spite of herself, Libby could feel the goose-bumps spreading across the flesh Jack was caressing, and then, even worse, her nipples began to harden into rigid little turrets, and she became disgusted with herself for being so sensual at a time that she found abhorrent. Jack continued to play with her breasts, becoming a little rougher.