About a half hour later Ray's phone rang and it was Jane, confirming the dinner date and giving him Peg's address. It was in the northern suburbs and ...ay could input the address into his GPS to direct him to Peg's home. He thought about where to go to dinner and remembered the Fireside Lodge. It was in Peg's neighborhood and Ray had been there after a business meeting. The food was fine and it had the right atmosphere. On weekends there was a three piece band. "Oh, well," he thought, "While. Something about the bird in the hand came to mind as Kayla carelessly threw my winning card on the table and, with head still bowed, said "OK."Never has "OK" meant so much to me. It was said quietly, but my cock immediately began to pump with blood again, swelling ready for the impending union.Kayla looked beautiful as she stood up, revealing her tall naked form to me again, her wide smooth hips accentuating her soft mound at the apex of her long soft legs. She didn't look at me as she lay down. Maple Grove was a ten year old gated community of just 9 bespoke homes in a leafy suburb of Boston and home to some of New England’s white upper middle class where husbands were generally stockbrokers and investment bankers and the only wives that worked were a couple of senior partners in a law firm. All the residents were between the age range of 45 and 55 who's offspring had pretty much all fled the nest or were at university. Stella was pretty much the self appointed head as her and her. ..."Holy shit!" the three of us said as one. There was a dramatic pause, it seemed much longer than it probably really was, as Becky and I looked at each other and then turned to look at our mom. It took maybe all of fifteen seconds before each of us realized our statement was the same as that of the other two people in the room. Then we laughed, starting out softly but soon it was loud, boisterous sound that made each of us smile."My god," mom softly gasped, "my c***dren looked SO beautiful.