"Bring your swim suit out so it can dry in the sun when you're done," Jenny reminded her.Tom rose and walked to the barbeque, pulling the cover off an... lifting the lid."Just like Mom and Dad used to sound," he joked, looking pointedly at Jenny.She blushed as he knew she would."Yep, Mom gives the orders and Dad runs the barbeque. It's the natural order of things." Oh, so you're an old fashioned kind of guy, huh," she harrumphed. "I suppose you think women should be kept in the kitchen or the. The deaths of parents (my father, her father and – much more recently – her mother) the decline and fall of our marriages (one each), the joys and pains of raising our children from those marriages (my son and two daughters, her son). It is one of the strengths of our relationship, this sharing of stories. Some of them have been told over dinners at restaurants, some while walking and holding hands, some while driving, and some while ‘basking in the afterglow’ of an evening of lovemaking. They. ) knowing that they are causing YOU such pleasure.I heard a joke that I want to pass on. Seems like Adam and Eve had been walking in the Garden of Eden and ate an apple. Later Adam runs into God who asks him what he's been doing. "Lord, Eve and I ate an apple and we've been making love all afternoon." "Where is she now?" asked God. "She's down at the stream cleaning up," Adam answered. God slaps his forehead and mutters, "Oh, NO! Now all the fish will smell like pussy!"All my life I've heard. “Needs a little bit of lubricant, otherwise, yes, it will hurt,” I replied.“Oh, don’t really have any, not here,” Trinny said, looking downcast.“I have some Brylcream, that might do,” I mused, then pointed out the jar on a small shelf.“You sure, Trinny?” Angela asked pensively.“No, but if it means getting Howard in me, I’ll give it a go,” Trinny giggled.“Ew! I can’t believe you’d do it,” Teresa said somewhat bemusedly.I was now fully stiff again and beckoned Trinny over, holding the jar of.