. nine,” he added.“Well, I think I can do those windows in the back. They’re the worst. Looks like it was easier for kids to throw stones at the...front and back of the house than at the sides.”“True that. If I get the front painted and the lawn mowed tomorrow, the place will no longer look derelict and I can continue painting. As long as the rest of it is primed before snow flies, I’ll be good for the winter.”“The windows are all single glazed. Do you have storm windows to put up outside?” Gee. Jewelry.”A family is at the dinner table. The son asks the father, “Dad, how many kinds of boobs are there?” The father, surprised, answers, “Well, son, a woman goes through three phases. In her 20s, a woman’s breasts are like melons, round and firm. In her 30s and 40s, they are like pears, still nice, hanging a bit. After 50, they are like onions.” “Onions?” the son asks. “Yes. You see them and they make you cry.” This infuriated his wife and daughter. The daughter asks, “Mom, how many. ....and parted my legs wider…He stared again at my exposed wet labia and smiled to me.I smiled back and told him it was going to be a good night. The group of men was behind me. I told Victor I had to use the ladies room and got up without my jacket, passing close to those men. As I came back, even in the dim light the men glanced my way and I could see they were staring at my hard visible nipples.I told Victor to switch seats with me. Now I was facing him and the three men. My hubby grinned at. Returning to kissing me, she sucked at my tongue, her hips pressing into me, as she reached up her face to mine. My hands were once more on her soft and sweaty skin, only now resting on her trim waist. I sucked back at Mom’s tongue, tasting the saltiness of her saliva with each dive of my tongue across hers. Breaking our lip lock, my mouth once more found it’s way to her long and tender neck, kissing here and there, small minute pecks, as my hands slid down her hips, into the shorts she was.