.”“What about the bed?”“It comes apart.”“Seems to me first order of business is taking down the mattress and box springs.”“I’ll take...off the sheets and put them in the washer,” she said. “The blanket and spread can go in a tub.”Adam looked around her bedroom. “I have an idea,” he said. “We can take those curtains and use them at the house. They look long enough.”“Trouble is,” she replied, “I have two windows here and three at home.”“Yeah ... I forgot. Give me a hand with this mattress.”. But aren't you gladI snooped?"I sat back in my chair and lit another More 120 and thought about mymother's question. "Of course I'm glad," I said as smoke from my exhalepunctuated each syllable. But was I really? Was I glad to be an olderwoman? Such a simple question...and one I asked myself every day...and everyday the answer was a resounding YES!I'm not saying I was completely without my doubts or my bad moments. Abad moment is being stuck cleaning up the kitchen while your teenagestepson. Blossom was flabbergasted. She sat on the bed watching as the three lovers held each other and kissed and hugged again, all three shedding tears of joy. I looked at Blossom and reached out to her, pulling her to us when she took my hand.“Blossom, do you remember when I got you pregnant? Do you remember that it felt different? We have all felt that every time we got pregnant. Erin was the first to feel it, then Lynn, then Erin again, then you and now Lynn again. I can’t explain it, but there is. Cradling me against him that way, he carried my lusty, curled-up, ninety six-pound frame to the bedroom and lowered me to the bed, then he lowered his lips to my pussy. "Oh yes, YES!" I yelped as his tongue hit my clit. I unfolded and shook as I came. He was still standing at the foot of the bed, bent over me with his cock waving above my face as he bent to savor my pussy. The backs of my thighs were resting against the backs of his arms. He shifted to let me flop my legs on the bed,.