I feel her lean against me back and ask me how that feels, I tell her it burns and she says good, that is what it supposed to do. I can feel as she is...pressed against me that she no longer has her shirt on. I can feel her bare breasts on my back, and I can even feel her hard nipples pressing into my back. Then again she is pressed against me, and then she is gone. I can again hear her as she moves around the garage and then I feel her standing next to me at my side. I can feel that she is. A few grey hairs, so what? Nothing a hairdresser couldn't fix.Then came the warnings, hot and cold but brushed aside. Soon after my fifty-third birthday, however, it didn’t happen. It wobbled, then it was a no show.My period missed, not one month but the next and by the third I knew, puberty in reverse, part of me gone, eggless, post-menopausal. I fretted and checked there were no sprouting lip hairs in the mirror and worried.Am I still a woman?Compounding my doubts, was hubby's declining. "It was Theresa who answered, and Julie just spit it out. "Mother I'm pregnant." She had to hold the phone back from her ear for several seconds before she could say anything more. "If you would like us to come over and talk to you about it, we will, but the same condition as before applies." I don't know what you mean," Theresa stammered, obviously in shock."Of course you do. You both have to be naked or we won't come. If you decide not to, you've seen your daughter for the last time." Ohhh,. She really did love being fucked up the arse as I could feel her pushing back on me and I knew I wasn’t going to last much longer and was hoping the old man could time it right. I think it was a bit of male intuition playing its part as I speeded up my rhythm adding a few more grunts to inform him I was soon to blow but as much as he tried he couldn’t raise his game but Kay took the lead and before very long I knew it was time.“OMG YESSSSS!” the old m an cried which was my cue to grunt loudly.