What was that like?Last night, he left Becky in the living room to wake their mother, so he didn't know if she was somehow subconsciously aware or smelled sex or stepped in some jizz when she got up to go to her room?He needed to get Becky to take those impulse control meds their mother told her about before she got him sent to granny live with his father, who he didn't even know.I’ll wear more modest clothes at work if you like.I bark.I then hugged Jake.My mom got pregnant and 7 1/2 months later, I was born, premature and totally fucked up, an underweight baby with a lot of health problems and issues.But today, in the pool, my concept of Jo as demure and modest is slowly unravelling.It is so large, she says.You need more what?Any community holding its own for fifteen years might be an answer to our current housing crisis, depending on the depth of the batshit.Let me please you! She made an effort with her appearance, it was rewarding to have it acknowledged. He hugged her and gave her a little kiss on the throat. You’re delicious, I’m so glad you’re here with us, it makes the family complete. His hand was on the small of Tina’s back, she realized she wanted him to draw her to his body, her knees felt weak, she moaned softly in his ear, she pulled back from his embrace, she was on the verge of making a fool of herself, she glanced toward the kitchen, Kim was watching her, she’d seen, she smiled.Tina moved quickly back to her bedroom, she’d embarrassed herself, she was Miz Perfect, she kept her emotions in check, she sang high soprano in the church choir, she donated time and money to worthy causes, she’d felt it coming, it’d been like a flash of lightning then a rumble of thunder, she reached under her pretty dress, her panties were soaked.It had never happened to her before, it was spontaneous and uncontrolled, her body sensed and prepared, she wanted and expected to be bred, her lubrication made it easier for him to get into her. Of course at seventy-one she was well past the age for breeding, she slid a finger through the leg hole of her panty, she touched herself, the fluid was viscous and slick. She laid quietly, lost in though, experiencing self-recrimination and day dreams, she thought herself a silly old woman.She bathed, the warm water was so relaxing, as it began to cool she added more hot, she wasn’t ready to face whatever waited outside her bedroom door.Finally she got out and dried, she brushed her hair and touched up her make-up, she pulled on panties and a bra then decided to shelter herself behind satin pajamas, a matching robe and wedge heeled bedroom slippers I’m sorry Mom, I guess we thought you’d gone down for the night, we went ahead and ate but I saved you a plate, Kim told her. That’s fine, I’m not particularly hungry, my stomach’s a little queasy. Can I get you anything else? The wine we had last night, the Madeira, perhaps a little of that would help my tummy, could I? Of course, Ursula, would you get Mom a glass please. Tina was hardly a drinker, a glass or two of white wine on bridge night, tonight was an exception, when she poured herself her third, Kim cautioned, Mom, Madeira is a fortified granny wine, it’s far more powerful than normal wine.