’ ‘Don’t be.’ He chuckled. ‘I’m not.’ ‘I’m in the same boat, I guess. Divorced. Kids grown.’ ‘You have grown up kids?’ I nod...ed and grabbed a framed picture of the three of us and handed it to him. He examined it closely. ‘Wow. How old are they?’ he asked. ‘My daughter is twenty and in college. My son is eighteen and lives with his dad now.’ John looked at me with raised eyebrows. ‘They’re good looking kids. How old are you?’ ‘Thirty-eight. I started early.’ ‘I thought you were younger. Maybe. This pressed Vivian even more firmly against me. If it weren't for the guards on the side of the bed, we would probably have skidded onto the floor. But instead, the two of us rolled a quarter turn and Vivian was on top.Vivian was clearly aroused. I could feel her wetness against my lower abs and I could smell it. Silently, she began rocking her mons against me. Slowly and gently I traced her back, her butt, her hips, her sides, her breasts. The motor home swayed, Vivian swayed, and the. "Greg! Coke or water?" Oh, excuse me, water's fine."She pulled out two bottles of water from the fridge and handed me one, opened hers and took a seat opposite me. "So what's the burning issue that's so important that you ditched school?"This was the moment I had planned to pull out the photo's I had printed and demand sex, after all that's all I had been thinking about since Sunday, but now that I was sitting across the table from her I realized that I was scared shitless. I didn't know what. Same for our hogan although I know you care more for that animal than for Pauli and me.”“Paul O’Dell you take that back. You know I love Pauli more than Thumper!”Now it was my turn, I swatted Opal Anne on her wonderful bottom, and we ran back to our hogan for lunch and love.Ten days later, we were working on filling the tree stumps we didn’t want with water and saltpeter when Thumper began to bray. Thinking a puma or bear had wondered into our home, Opal Anne and I ran, armed, to the paddock.