"Bob and Karen watched, smiling. The interaction of their kids brought back sweet memories. They didn't know it, but their body temperature climbed a ...egree, as adrenaline seeped into their bloodstreams."I haven't done this for years," said Karen."Just like riding a bicycle," said Bob, looking at her with interest. He'd been right. She'd put on some makeup and her plain features had been transformed into a face that was decidedly pretty. "Want me to help you pick out a ball?" I'm not completely. Ass," she said gasping."Ok... but you will do it yourself," I responded.I made Kelly stand up over me, facing my feet. Then I told her to sit down on my dick very slowly. When her pussy was inches from my lubricated cock, I aimed to her anus. She continued to move down until my cock touched her small opening and she stopped."Relax," I said, "Let it go inside you. It will hurt just for a moment."She moved her arms back to support her weight on my chest and I grabbed her hips. Then, she resumed. I think the last time I saw you, Kara and I had broken up.”“Yes. That day you and your sister came to visit me. She played with Marcus, and ... uh, well...”Joyce, my dad, and I all laughed, and Marcus blushed and looked as if he was going to be ill. I’d seen that reaction before with teenagers when they considered the idea of their parents having sex.“Well, since then, Kara and I got back together. We have two daughters. But I also have a son with Jennifer.”“The lesbian girl?” Donna. That, and the fact the man was acutely aware of just how much a ball cap and a pair of Ray-Bans could conceal. Because in the end he was a very private person offscreen, and he avoided publicity, at least when he was here, ‘at home’. Even so, he was in some ways a local and as such had his haunts, his favorite places, and he’d decided to get lunch at one of those that morning. So, he lifted the collar of his sheepskin jacket to protect his neck from the bitter cold, then took off from his house.