“Mmmmm”. xxx I knew I would be getting the official news she would be coming for Thanksgiving from my wife Liz. She oozed and fluid ran down her long. As she moved her hand away I thought I could see the mounds and slit. The temperature was hovering in the high 70s, just right for my daily mile swim in the pool. I recognized my mother-in-law’s handwriting and address. Thanksgiving would not be boring. I would definitely call her a cougar since every workman that showed up to work on her house in Sacramento never went away without giving her a major discount. Late one night “granny” walked in, that is what my ex’s kids called her. “You know me now, you want to try that?” she asked.
