The one I'd so seldom caught on film. Aunt Sally was a few years younger, and definitely a little more mischievous. She waved to me as I opened the ga...e, and beckoned me to come inside.Visiting Sally always had a strange effect on me. I felt as though I left all my problems, and all the rules, at the gate. Sally was what Mum called a bad influence. I loved them both to bits.As I set foot in the kitchen, I was presented with a full glass of cold beer, and a warm smile. Mum didn't approve of me. She wanted us to inviteanother man into our bed. Two weeks in a row. Was she asking me toparticipate again??Do you want to?? I asked her, not sure what else to say.She nodded to me. ?Uh huh. I do. Do you mind??Did I mind? Had I thought that last Saturday was a one-time thing? IfI was honest with myself, I couldn?t say that I thought we?d never dowhat we?d done again. I just hadn?t considered it happening quite sosoon. I had thought that one night might hold Grace over for a while.That. Smither stared at the old, ugly figure as her finger twirled inside her ear trying to dislodge something bothering her."Too bad that boy won't be around," Mrs. Smither said, her eyes going vacant as she reminisced. "He had a nice hard cock. Not like the wimpy one I'm used to." Well, I'll miss that blonde cheerleader's tight wet pussy. I'm stuck with an old hag's dried up one. And, man, her ass was even tighter."They continued laughing, jibing each other with merriment. And then they stopped. She sat the salmon down in front of Phil and a petit filet at Hailey’s place. Hailey licked her lips in anticipation. The server sat a basket of Picco’s trademark butter and garlic rolls on the table and departed.“Scrumptious!” Hailey said gleefully as she took the first bite. She snared a steamed green bean and nibbled at the end mischievously. Her eyes glittered when she saw Phil following her every move.“Can I try a bite?” she asked, reaching across the table for a piece of fish. Phil smiled.