You in on this shit, Jake?"Jake was in on it. He took two hits himself and was soon feeling quite all right.As the night went on people gathered in sm...ll groups, talked, broke apart into other groups, and then talked some more. They munched on mushrooms stuffed with crab and cheese, finger sandwiches, taquitos smeared in guacamole, and several other appetizers prepared by Louisa, Matt's cook. They drank and smoked cigarettes. Matt, Darren, Coop, and a few of their women all snorted some cocaine. Sara brushed it off and didn't say much about it. That evening after the k**s were in bed, Sara and I sat on the balcony sipping a few cocktails and talked.Sara said how nice it would be if we could both go down and enjoy the hot-tub, but since we needed to stay and watch the boys it wasn't possible. I told her to go and I'd stay back and watch the boys. I was surprised when she agreed, but I really didn't mind since the weather and view from the balcony was so nice. The pool and hot-tub were. Her efforts to demonstrate the results of her most recent exercise regimen seemed to excite him even more. She doubted that his mousey, frumpy wife bothered with such exercises intended to not only improve sexual performance but also sexual pleasure. She assumed he had never fucked a woman before who took fucking—and fucking well—as seriously as Lisa did. When he came inside her she could not avoid a broad grin. The best you’ve ever had, old man…or probably ever will. Thinking back it was also. ” I objected at his crude thoughts of my mother and was told, “Grow up wimp your mother is hot and he probably fucks her every night, just listen for it.”And he was right. I had noticed when my new step dad showed up in our life the sounds of sex was unmistakable down the hall. I had never heard my mom and real dad going at it, but then I wasn’t old enough to associate sounds of the night as sex. But now I could hear the bed moving and an occasional moan from my mother. At first I was.