"Hi Janice! Mind if I join you?" a voice to my left says."Mom...I mean Helen, of course," I stumbled a response. I had notspoken to my mom since the s...ap except for a few 'hellos' across thefence. I suppose it was inevitable that we would talk eventuallysince they were friends.My mom was in her work suit and was clearly on her lunch break. Sheordered a coffee and I was shocked as she produced a pack ofcigarettes of her own."Helen! I thought you had given up?" I exclaimed."Come on Jan, you know. Right. Make cheese you say." And after a few days of collecting I did.Another few days and she felt the time had come to commence 'relations'. She was on heat every time she used the machine and this time she stood up, leaned on the chair and flicked her skirt up to show that she had no knickers on. I didn't need a second invitation."It's OK," she said, "I won't get pregnant whilst I'm nursing."And that's when Tamsin and Theresa were conceived.Yes, a second twin, girls again, not that that. My hiatus from work began when our son was born, and I didn’t go back to work until he began middle school. It was hard getting back into the workforce with that time gap, despite my excellent skills with the Microsoft suite of applications and others, and I found that being older didn’t help either. But I did find a good position, that lasted almost three years, ending when the company went bankrupt.It was concerning losing that job, since I was forty years old then, but my prospects improved. ‘Fuck, make me cum!’ she shouted. She wasn’t usually vocal in bed but she had cast her inhibitions aside. Ronnie had been the aggressor at first. He had seduced my wife in the bar while I sat helpless. He had led her up to our hotel room and lay beside her with his fingers inside her, teasing her needy pussy with a sensuous touch. Leslie’s demeanor abruptly changed. She was clearly not content to be a passive lover. She grabbed Ronnie and rolled him on top of her quivering body. ‘I need you.