’ I finished the last spoonful of cereal and got up from the table. ‘Let’s go see this.’ ‘Dave.’ I turned to look at my mom. She pointed a... the table. ‘Dishes.’ ‘OK, Mom.’ I put my bowl and spoon in the dishwasher before we rode off on our bikes. Along the wide paved street that fronted our houses, and about halfway down the hill, was a neighborhood pool. It wasn’t a public pool. It was owned by the neighborhood homeowners’ association. All the families who used it paid for its upkeep as part. 16 or 11.18, 11.17! What ever I want I can have, we never argue about anything! Every Saturday night at 11.21, we make love in the missionary position. He makes his deposit, rolls over and is aleep in seconds Same routine, every day, every year, it never changes! Bye dear, a kiss on the forhead, the kids come down for breakfast, bye Mom and have a coffee when they leave. Up stairs I go, pick up all the clothes, make the beds, vacum, same shit all the time and about once a month I feel dorry. "Yes, "she replied "I can't explain, but I thought I felt... I don't know something, but I don't feel it now."She tossed her head slightly pushing her long reddish brown hair back over her shoulders. Her hazel eyes met his and he asked, "Well are you ready to go to the club?" Sure," She said.He paid the bill and then he rose and walked around to help her get out of her chair.He held the door for her and then held open the car door for her while she got inside.He is being a real gentleman. Pia was made to kneel in front of me. We were forced together, breasts crushed hard against each other, and we put our arms around each other, to comfort and steady and the warmth was welcoming.'Cum swap whores' came the call, decending into a chorus from all three. We understood the meaning, and Pia opened her mouth, covering my lips with hers, I felt her soft tongue trace my lip line at which I eased my load bitter into warm open mouth. 'Open yours' was the new order, we had completed the cum.