Grandparents

Mrs. Atkins was still the boss, but she limited her activities to directing the choirs and choosing most of the music. The coming of fall marked a decline in the number of motorcycles on the road, and with grandparents my job. So I was again unemployed. Eventually I got back on at the Phone company. I didn't tell them that grandparents was temporary because I probably wouldn't get the job; but I was beginning to wonder again if grandparents might be permanent. This was a full-time night shift job, which seriously cut into our sex life. Not completely, mind you, because there were still the weekends. I think the fact that we couldn't fool around every night actually enhanced the times when we did get together, and Kelly felt very much the same. A good example was Thanksgiving Day weekend. For those who don't realize, Thanksgiving in Canada is observed in October, not November. It is always a Monday, so there is a three-day weekend. Kelly and I were both off, but we had made no plans at all. It was understood that we'd be together, whatever we did. Monday morning, Thanksgiving, Kelly and I got out of bed around 8 AM. We'd gone to bed the night before and 'played' for about an hour, time enough for us both to anoint the other with our very special fluid, and then to mold our bodies into one and go to sleep, our hands exploring each other's bodies. I have never been able to find words to describe the feeling of Kelly's back, her perfect bubble butt, her muscular and yet soft shoulders. For her part, Kelly didn't care if I could describe grandparents or not, as long as I kept my hands busy.