. uh ... planning...”“You still like us, don’t you, Jacob?” she pleaded.“Of course I do!”“You don’t have to pay for anything! Mrs. Lon...g said Joan could pick us all up in the Audi. You can have shotgun. We’ll pay for lunch and a movie and everything. Can you be ready by eleven?”“I think so. I’m out for a walk and have to get permission from Mom and Dad. I’ll call you in half an hour. Okay?”“I’ll wait for your call. Please come with us!”“I will if I can,” I answered. I guess I didn’t sound. We are each other's first time, and since then, we have been willing to experiment with new things. I spent the first year of marriage in Iraq, where on a whim, she would buy porn DVDs and mags and send them to me. What really threw me off was that the movies were almost always opened. When I asked her about it, she said she had to make sure there wasn't anything too freaky, and then tell me which scene I should watch first.Fast forward twelve years, and she still has that same adventurous. A wide smile lit her face when she saw Moira, remembering last night, "Good morning, my love, what time is it?"It seemed to her that it was the most natural thing in the world to awaken with her daughter in her bed after a night of sex and loving. While Moira had awakened tired and sore, her mother was fresh as a newly cut rose. Rising from the bed and seeing that she was naked, she guffawed while she looked for and put on her sexy peignoir asking, "What do you want for breakfast, my love?. At just gone six, Christian’s car pulled up on the drive. The doorbell rang and I answered it, letting him in. He put down his overnight bag in the hall and went into the lounge, presenting Linda with a bouquet of yellow flowers, her favourite and also a bottle of Prosecco, her preferred drink of choice.She thanked him and kissed him on the cheek. She then patted the sofa, telling him to take a seat and asked me to get us drinks.Linda asked for a glass of her Prosecco; Christian and I settled.