One Friday night I discovered the girls were through playing games. Olive followed me into my room and put her arms around me and we kissed for a long...time before undressing. I only asked. ‘Candy?’ She snuggled tight to me and said. ‘We are much too competitive to both be here, We tossed a coin, I got to be first. She’ll be along later.’ From then on, one or the other was at my side in bed, or just holding hands when they were working. The blanket disappeared from in front of the window. I. He wouldn't be back for three weeks. She hated when he left. There were always tears. She ran her morning bath, John was having a lie in. She checked the temperature and took off her robe. She looked at herself in the bathroom mirror...mmm she thought not bad for 42. She cupped her B cup breasts and weighed them in her hands. She varied between a B and a C cup. She had a sleeper in her left nipple. It had been there since before she met John. Her breasts were good. John loved them. She hadn't. His initial caution to be quiet so they would not be heard through the thin wall separating the two tiny bedrooms, was now forgotten. Like two on-rushing freight trains they sped, finally crashing with a force that wracked both of them from head to toe. Then, the relaxing and a languid kiss, and soon sleep for both. As Frank quietly entered Ernest and Sue’s room he grinned at the prank they were playing on their two wives. As agreed, he would not bother Sue, merely bed down beside her and go. Steve and Rosie hugged, then he stepped back and held her shoulders at arm’s length. “You okay?” he asked, “You seem a bit spaced out.”“Yeah.” She replied absently, “Just. I don’t know. I’m fine though. Don’t worry about me, I’ll be okay.” They kissed again and he left her standing in the doorway. She waved as they drove away.Two months later, John was woken by a retching sound from the bathroom; he looked in to find Rosie on her knees in front of the toilet bowl. “You okay love?” He asked from.