I left the curtains open, so I could see in through the sliding glass door. The door was slightly cracked so I could hear what was going on. Ana and B...ertrand sat down on the couch together and had a little chat in a soft voice. I could not hear them clearly, but my wife giggled from time to time… Soon both of them were kissing passionately, as the black guy’s arms were around Anita’s body…After a while, they moved to the king size bed. Ana said she first needed to use the bathroom. My wife went. But she came to me after she'd fucked them. I saw the golden opportunity for stud service in front of me. Pretty soon we had a good thing going. Mothers 'donated' their sons to the great cause, so to speak." "Kind of like wife-swapping," Greg said, laughing."Something like it," Chet agreed. "I guess we call it mother-switching, or son-roulette. It doesn't matter. What's good about it is that there aren't any outside people involved in it, so you don't have to worry about blackmail or the word. Have you ever thought of kissing a woman like that?”The words “no” snapped me back into consciousness and I realized not just his most current question but that it was actually the same one he had asked me about the first kiss. Amanda came to the forefront of my memory with such a jolt I was unprepared and answered honestly more out of unprepared reaction than with any kind of thought. “Uh, yeah,” I replied.He must have sensed the change in my thinking and looked at my curiously while reaching. The dust, that is.1:00 PMBy one o'clock the Sopwiths and Fokkers were running low on fuel and had to retreat. In their place, some American Stearman PT17s and British DH82A de Havilland Tiger Moths began an aerobatic display. The news choppers were lined up along the side, taking it all in.Somehow the pompom squad cleared a large enough area to perform their routines. They crowd teemed around them as they danced, shouted, and shook their, uh, poms.A couple of the planes broke formation for wing.