She laid sideways across the table and spread her legs like a gymnast. “Put it in my tight ass hole.” I stood between her legs, she shimmied towar... me. Her ass almost off the table now. I took some of her weight, her legs over my arms. I pressed my cock against her ass hole. Pulling her to me. She wiggled against me and pushed back. It seemed like it would never fit in. So much resistance, my cock strained against it, too hard to bend at all, and then I was in. She sighed as I pushed in. ”“I’ll take the hot looking and sexy part from you,” she smiled, kissing my cheek and motioning me towards the garage.I didn’t question why Dad wasn’t home with it being a Thursday, and he’d be at work. I checked over the snowblower, spark plug, oil level and gas. I pushed it outside and started it up. It did seem to run a little rough, so I adjusted the speed then topped it off with gas.I was on my knees, wiping up several old oil spots when I noticed a high heel placed on the wheel. The high. Never forgot ... me?Never forgot our wedding anniversary ... never forgot ... us?Like her, Tom had been forced to juggle. He had the same kids, of course. He too had a spouse-a spouse who, with increasingly frequency, was blowing up at him. He didn't have ailing parents, but he had a full-time job. It made ceaseless demands upon his attention and energy.But he drew boundaries, as best he could. He made mistakes, forgot a lot of little things, mishandled even a few important things ... but he. " I left the kitchen and quickly found the wine cellar. There, I picked a couple of bottles of Moscato and brought them back. I put them in the cooler while Eddie was doing his cooking.Even without fresh ingredients, Eddie prepared a masterful meal. We ate in the dining room after I set a table, opened a bottle of wine and poured. Eddie brought out the plates heaped with food. He smiled shyly. "I know it's too much but we can refrigerate it and grab a cooler. It won't be as good reheated but.