All three of our kids' birthdays fell in less than a three-week span. Given that we are homo sapiens, I discounted an annual cycle and chalked it up t... chance. It was attended by relatives, neighbors and friends.Alexander and Melinda each had their own parties with their own friends. He was five and had an idea who his friends were, but we still assisted three-year-old Melinda with picking hers.They each requested, actually demanded big brother Harry the Babysitter, that was his full name as. . yes,” he then says assuredly as if things are starting to click. “And this park, it’s... it’s where we met.” “It’s where we always meet, my love.” Rising off the bench, she takes his hand in hers and leads him to the blanket. He feels shy and timid, like he knows where this is headed, and all of a sudden he is nervous. No longer does it feel as though he is in control, as though he can manipulate the scene. Things start to come together, a million jagged puzzle pieces methodically,. I feel you go tense as my thumb touches the bottom of your breast and I move my hand away..... you lean your head back and I hear you gasp as I bite again this time harder, I start to kiss round your neck and down between your breasts again I hear you gasp I know your very sensitive between them and love to have me touch and tease there as I reach the middle I stop and move my hands to each of your breasts and gently pull on your nipples. leaning back, I see your looking at me and in your eyes. But the thing is, having her around but not being able to really spend one on one time is fucking maddening. It's easily been months since we slept togetherWhat I'm trying to say is, family is great. It's lovely, it's amazing. One of th best things ever. But it's also a fucking chore that leaves you tired and sexually frustratedBut enough of my existential posturing, I've got shit to do.I could hear life in the kitchen, which meant my early morning thoughts were done and it was time to move my.