Pulling out your cigarettes you ask if I want one. "No honey, I'd like to share yours." I reply leaning in to kiss you. What starts as a gentle caress... of lips turns into a dance of tongues as we invade and retreat from each others mouth. Our hands roam freely exploring our bodies. You end up with your skirt hiked up around your waist straddling my lap grinding on me and sucking my tongue. "You said something about a cigarette didn't you sweetie?" I tease. You toss your hair and dramatically. It is enough for me just to look at you, and be with you."She stepped towards him, stood on her toes, and kissed him again, deeply. His cock poked her in the stomach. She pulled back, peered down, and started giggling on seeing the wet spot it had left on her dress."Now that dress is stained. You'll have to change out of it," he said, only half joking.She met his gaze proudly. "I will do it. On one condition. No, two conditions." Name them." Only the dress comes off. I am not ready to be naked. Irving went to the Army and spent 11 years in the service before having to exit due to being passed over twice for promotion. He now had a successful career as a senior military science instructor with the ROTC program at a large public urban research university.Freddie made it home. He got the dry cleaning in on time to get it back by this evening. He went back home started cleaning and then prepped dinner. He spent most days doing this and the late afternoons included assisting with the k**s’. The day was spent doing stuff around the house for a while, cleaning, tidying, gardening. I was surprised how willing the girls were to get into this. They really wanted to get things as good as possible for when the two grandparents came back. I offered to leave, but they (and, by message, granny) seemed to feel I was still useful. I fixed the gate, adjusted the garage doors. I actually enjoyed the bits of handiwork I was doing; and not only because the girls would come past to see what I was.