Peeewww. Her feet stunk, sweat and pantyhose were an atrocious combination. The holiday stress was killing her, she couldn’t wait until Christmas, j...ust her and her baby cuddled up near a roaring fire and a tree twinkling with lights. Glancing at the stairs, she sighed. Well, no sense putting things off. He was up there, waiting for her to join him and do the gift exchange and sex thing. Not that she complained about the sex thing. That man could do more with his pinky finger than most men could. Roger had heard from another of the staff that Cord had once picked up and later bedded an airline stewardess on the forty minute run between Los Angeles and San Francisco--an almost impossible feat.Roger shook his head. Why the hell couldn't he be that way? He was so God-awful inhibited, not at all like Cord. Why was he so damned straight and staid? He slammed his fist against the desk top. Well, if Diane kept up the way she was going, he would damn well stop being so stuffy and start being. “My dad would never let me get away with saying stuff like that!”“My dad encourages it!” I grinned. “I think he’d rather have me give him a hard time than tease my little sister. I use all the practice I got with her on Mia!”“Gee, you’re a great friend!” Mia complained.“You enjoy being given a hard time!” I smirked, putting just enough emphasis on ‘hard’ to tease her.We arrived at the rink and when we skated out for warmups I saw Mom One in the stands. Mom Two had a meeting she couldn’t. Furthermore I heard them both breathe noisily and my mom's breathe was rapidly as well. I did not understand what was happening and watched my mom moving up and down on the stranger.The massive cylinder was appearing and disappearing the whole time.I saw her butt moving faster and clapping sounds started to occur and my mom was moaning steadily.Now and then my mom spoke very short sentences that did not make sense to me back then.She said: "harder, harder" "oh yes, oh yes, oh yes" "it's huge".