I told her that I could probable give it to her three times a day but that it would have to be morning, noon, and night with plenty of rest in between...Marjorie asked me if I could get it up again. I told that if she helped me a little that I was sure that I could. Then to my surprise she asked me if we could do it out in my yard in the pouring rain. It was so dark that no one would see us and the idea struck me as being fun so I said yes.As we walked out into the cold rain I mentally checked. We hardly ever discussed the future, what was going to happen, although we both knew. There was only one thing that worried her… ‘I don’t know what Tommy will do when I’m gone. He’s no good at being on his own.’ ‘He’ll manage, Diane. He’s a man, they always get by.’ ‘Not all of them, not my Tommy.’ ‘He will. Anyway, he’s not going to be on his own, is he? We’re going to have you right as rain soon, you’ll see.’ And then she’d do her little chuckle and say, ‘Yes, and pigs might fly, dear. I have. Yes, it was difficult, particularly grocery shopping whilecradling little Antonio with one arm as her purse hung from the other,but it was enjoyable. Maybe, thought Pamela, this is why young women socherish motherhood.Pamela sat at the kitchen table with Maria, enjoying a cup of coffee,while she waited for her cousin Eduardo to arrive. Eduardo had promisedto take Maria to work today. Maria looked pretty, wearing a knee-lengthbeige skirt and a red blouse, basically the required uniform at. I stayed way back and watched untill they disappeared behind a conversion van. I made a wide arc so I could see down that row of vehicles. I saw my wife with her back against the van and Chuck was busy kissing her and playing with her tits. He worked her top up over her tits and began sucking her nipples while his right hand went under her short skirt. Then my wife pushed him away and she turned around and put her hands on the van, she offered up her ass to him. He flipped the small skirt up.