“Don’t forget about the backyard. You promised to cut it this weekend.”“No problem, Mom. I’ll take care of it,” Tim snapped over his shoul...er as he skipped to his room, just like his little sister had done only a minute earlier.Once in his bedroom, with the door closed, Tim blew a quick kiss to the Cindy Crawford poster and turned on his laptop computer. While it was powering up, he dressed in his usual at-home clothes and tossed his party clothes in the hamper.Tim spent a few minutes checking. Brushing her hair from her forehead, Helen bent again to Moira slowly brushing her lips against her daughter's, gradually increasing the intensity of the kiss."Mmmmmmmm," the mother murmured, leaning into her. She felt her daughter's lips parting ever so slightly; she did the same with her heart in her throat, as she waited for her daughter's response. It seemed as though Helen's entire chest would burst from the tension.Then it happened; Moira's tongue slipped out, barely brushing Helen's. We were bored flipping though the channels trying to find something to watch on tv. We settled on a rerun sitcom and sat there trying to enjoy it. Ann got up and went to her room and came out with her nail polish bag and said she needed to do her toes and that there was no better time than the present. She then placed her feet up on the edge of the coffee table and begun taking off her old polish.As I watched tv I glanced down at her feet noticing just how nice her feet were. She had very nice. I feel myself falling toward something, my senses wrapped completely around the feeling of him moving inside me.“Alain,” I cry out, delirious and lost.“I know, my love,” he grunts in response. “I know.”I break.‘My love,’ he called me.I know it was just the heat of the moment. No man could keep his head clear when he was in the throes of passion. I hold him close so he can’t see my face as I fall apart, tears falling down in broken streams.Even when he takes a queen, I’ll have this moment. This.