Publicly they dealt with each other as they had before. She was certain no one had a clue. Their last time together had been different. His wife had t...ken the children and flown to her parents leaving him to tend to the responsibilities of selling their home and dealing with the moving process. He had called her the night before the movers would load their belongings. Against her better judgment, she had driven the forty-five minutes to his house. Boxes were stacked everywhere. Hehad cooked. Andrew lives in a vanilla garden apartment complex in the Cleveland suburbs. We walked into his apartment and I saw that it was exactly what I expected: a no frills, functional living machine. Andrew looked a little embarrassed as he showed me around. We sat down on his very functional but plan sofa in his functional but plain living room. His concession to establishing his identity in the room was the wall of computer equipment: servers, monitors, wires connecting everything. One had to know. "That's alright, Hello Clarrie, I'm Jim Taylor and yes I'm interested in Ned's place, it seems like you have to give your approval."Clarrie gave a bit of a chuckle. "Yeah, that's right son, grab a seat and tell us about yourself. This is my wife Annie, Annie would you like to make a cup of tea love?" Sure Clarrie, how do you take it Mr Taylor?" Jim please Annie and white with one will do fine."We sat down and I told them about myself, that I was a bachelor and that I had been told by the doc to. Beth, eyes closed, lifted her lips from mine and she sighed true contentment. Simultaneously, mother and daughter traded glances, reached for each other’s breast and locked their lips in an exquisitely beautiful open mouth kiss. Tongues traded taste. Mouths moaned muted musings. I watched, enthralled by the exquisite exchange of mutual enjoyment; languid lips, talented tongues, bare breasts, playful pussies, all arranged for our three-person party, with one cock thrown in for good measure. .