Ross, Beth, died about a year ago from breast cancer. I would like to encourage you to get a mammogram regularly. It can save your life. I’m sorry, ...I don’t like to talk about Beth. I’m still hurting. I am only now cleaning out our closets. I’m giving her clothes to the church yard sale. You’re welcome to look them over, I think you’re the same size.’ Lois looked at me and said, ‘I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to be rude. We can look at her clothes later. Would you like us to do the dishes?’ I could. “Yes, I think you like!” this time the giggle was extremely dirty.She moved rapidly to him, arms went round his neck and he felt two pinpricks on his chest and a furry mound against his sensitised body. His groan of urgent pleasure was stifled by her hot lips on his and a tongue boldly seeking entrance to his mouth. He opened and she pushed deep, her hands pulling his buttocks hard against her. Now it was her muffled moan which caused him to rape her mouth with his tongue, while his hands sped. Her fifteen year old twin sisters were absolutely gorgeous, and were obviously a match for her fiery temper. He suddenly felt much better about having promised to try shaping them up - not that their shapes needed any help."Well, girls, what's it going to be?" he demanded.Receiving nods from her sisters, Rivka nodded their acceptance."All right then," he concluded, "Let's see about getting you out of here."The full moon glowed brightly, illuminating the camp and its occupants. The three. I even asked him if he jacked off thinking about other women, he told me that did and liked looking at porn. Timmy surprised me by asking me how I lost my virginity. We sat for 20 minutes as I told him in great detail how I let the first boy fuck me. I could tell Timmy had a raging hard on as I told him my story. He tried to hide it but I called him on it. I told him that it was natural for his cock to get hard when talking about sex, so don’t worry about it. I think I had embarrassed Timmy by.