“What are you doing?”“SHHH! Playing hide and seek.” I explained to him what we were doing. “Now go away before someone sees you and you give... away my spot!”“Can I play too?”“Sure. Fine. Just be quiet and hide! I hear someone coming!” I was taking the game far too seriously.He crawled into the playhouse with me and had to practically lay on top of me because the space was so small. It was made for c***dren. It was fine for me, but Bob was well over 6ft. I admit it had been a while since I’d been. Even the few seconds she would have needed to take off her clothes would have felt like a wasted eternity. Her blood boiling, her heart racing, Becca simply lifted a corner of her dress to show her boyfriend the waxed smoothness on the menu today, then she ran a finger around the metal ball soldered on top of his head before sitting down on it, pussy lips spread wide. Her pussy swallowed the cold sphere the size of a tennis ball like it had done many times before, only today, her wet cunt was. After dad died however, I noticed a change in her. She became a shadow of her former self. She never stopped grieving, it seemed. My mother used to be healthy and vibrant. She used to fill her jeans, skirts, and dresses with her ample ass and hips. Sadly, her body had started to lack that hint of fertility and lusciousness it once had. It pained me to admit it but even her breasts seemed to have lost some of their size and perkiness. You may think it odd that I look at my own mother like that,. The second round was masturbating for two minutes or fingering someone for two minutes or jerking Toby off for two minutes (and he didn’t cum). Round three and beyond were variations of oral sex. Like I said, the game was fun to play, but not so much to talk about.The same four of us who had been at my house for a sparkling round of masturbation played the game. Jen, my friend who lived fairly close, and her daughter, Katie, who was almost seventeen, and my son, Toby, who would still be sixteen.