She talked me into getting a vasectomy. She rolled to her stomach to catch her breath; her body quivered with sensual aftershocks of the intense orgasms. When I got up to leave, she put a hand on my arm to stop me, she looked at my swollen cock then asked quietly, “Can I touch it?”
I didn’t give her a verbal answer but gripped my erection with the hand that still had oil on it and greased it up. She sure as hell didn’t look that ripe when she was flitting around the house in clothes. I found it ironic that the girl got her second lesson in sex with her mother. Before I could react, she scrambled away from him. As the initial shock of my touch receded, Charlotte rolled her hips gently as I pushed into her to the second knuckle. Once I understood how the game was to be played, I waited for an opportunity to get my daughter alone with her dildo.
