After a few holes Bern and I got to talking about our married lives and how things changed after having k**s. I was telling Bern how things got better...between the wife and I after the baby was born. I could not be more happy in all the being married departments. I past on the comment my sex life is way better now than when I was single.Bern laughed. “You either had a very boring sex life when you were single or you know the secret to making a married woman have sex” he said.Then he went into. I can’t recall anything as strange in my life. We looked like brother and sister, or was it sister and brother. I was still me and she was still her and quite recognisable, but not as the same people from an hour or so ago. I reached down and squeezed my cock and balls to check that they were still there. They were! The body was holding them firmly in place, but definitely still there. I admired Ella who was looking absolutely stunning and held her hand to check she was real. Then I looked at. “Yes, Rebecca. I guess she decided that she could just drop by and demonstrate her new found independence, she’s got a car of her own now,” I said. Ann smiled.“Yes, a license ‘and’ a car are a teenager’s first taste of independence, and she is eighteen,” she said. “Anyway, let’s not keep our guest waiting.”We headed back inside to the living room.“Well, hello, Rebecca,” said Ann going to the younger woman and hugging her.“Yes, for sure, hello,” said Becca.“Your dad says you’ve got a car,” said. She looked embarrassed but meekly said, "I don't have a car. I live in an apartment just down the street." She picked up the bags of food and litter in one good arm, instead of one in each like she usually did, and tried to grab her small bag of what was left with her injured arm, but winced in pain."Wait," I told her and grabbed the cat products away from her. I ran over to my manager and explained what was happening and he agreed with me. I came back and told her, "I will carry this stuff.