” “Dude,” I remarked, “that’s my step-sister!” “She still has some great ta-tas,” Paul reiterated. I chalked Paul’s comments up to ...Paul being Paul. He was a bit on the crude side. A few days later, as I was lying on my bed, Dannye wandered in and asked me where everyone was. “Who is ‘everyone’?” I asked. “Paul and Mickey,” she replied. “I don’t know, probably off circle-jerking somewhere,” I replied. I was annoyed because I was trying to play a new on-line video game. Dannye rolled her eyes. Mom on the other hand is terrified by all that noise. It was my turn to cook that night, and knowing that mom wouldn’t take them on her own, I slipped a couple of sleeping pills into her drink. Then before going to bed mom told me she was going to take a couple of sleeping pills, because of the storm. “I just don’t think I can sleep tonight, alone with this storm if I don’t” She said. I was a bit worried Not that I thought that four pills would do her any real harm but still…So about an hour. Some friends told me that the best sex is in the head, far more important than the actual physical act. Get horny in your mind and the rest will be fireworks. I’d never understood that, never got it. Sex had always been good but it was saved for the bedroom. That’s where intimacy took place: no build up or fantasies, that never felt right. That had been as much my fault as my husband’s. No, being honest, it had been my fault. Mike tried to titillate outside the bedroom, suggest things and touch. She leant over and kissed me and said'Thanks.Maybe i am going to have a good birthday after all'.I leant in and kissed her back grabbing her as i did.As i did i let my hands wander reaching down to her skirt.I slipped my hand under her skirt and squeezed her cheeks,saying'It will be as good as you let me make it'.She looked at me as if to say 'your a naughty boy'.Then grabbed me by the hand.'Maybe we should stay in.After all i am married and you never know who might see us'.I told her 'We are.