She felt safe and protected, private, and secure enough to give herself freely to nudity, to her husband, to losing her maidenhead, to making – no, use Joey’s vernacular – to fucking. The higher rocks acted as windbreaks, but their view of the horizon was open and the sky was beginning to take on a ruddy hue. They walked hand in hand to the sheltering cliff where sand had collected to make a smooth pliant flat section. David had taught her not only NOT to be self-conscious about her physical self – but to be aware that her physical attributes WERE just as attractive as any other gal. Just like his father and I made him here. Jenny found her lips seeking Joey’s to celebrate the spectacle. It sank into the warm liquid depths, stone solid prick of pride in putting it to his beautiful mother. Just like his father made me. “And just between us,” Joey now was the one leaning close and speaking in a breathy soft voice, “I wish I could do what daddy
