The Fourth of July is a big deal in our part of the world. And it's always hotter than hell. We started having a cookout at our house several years ago, and it's a lot of fun to see old friends and share a beer or two with them. But man it's hot.
We have talked about putting in a pool but I'm reluctant. I don't want the upkeep and I'm worried that someone won't be paying attention to their kids. But my wife wants one so we probably will eventually. That's just the way life works, right?
Anyway, people usually start arriving around 3, so we spend the morning getting ready. My wife is making food and gathering everything we need. My job is to make sure the grill is working and to get the coolers filled with beer, soda, ice, etc. We'll have about 30 people there so it's important that we have enough food and drinks.
Sylvia and Herb arrive early, around noon. Lori appreciates her mom's help, and, well, Herb just hangs around me and talks while I work. We talk about the same things every year: the Cubs, the Bears, you know.
So when they arrived, I wondered how we would handle it. I wanted to try and be as normal as possible, but I knew that it would be a challenge. I figured that I needed to stay away from Sylvia if I could. She knew what I was doing, and she was fine with it.
Sylvia and Herb arrived wearing casual clothes. Herb was wearing a pair of loud plaid shorts that he probably got off the bargain rack 30 years ago. His scrawny legs were pale and he was wearing black socks and shoes, and finished off the look with a white golf shirt. I felt so bad for Sylvia. She tries hard to always look nice, but Herb doesn't care at all.
But Herb is really a nice guy and has been a great father-in-law. He's not in great health and I'll be surprised if he lives another 5 years. He's older than Sylvia by about 10 years and he hasn't aged well. Herb started the business that I now own, and he made it a great success and has no money problems at all. He could buy custom made shorts if he wanted to, but he is notoriously cheap with himself and very generous with others. When Lori and I were thinking about marriage, he offered to sell a piece of the company to me so that I could provide for my family. And when he wanted to retire, he sold me controlling interest in the business and let me pay for it over time. I took what he started and made it national, and it's been all because of what Herb did for me when I was young. I do think the world of the man. He's like a father to me.
Sylvia was wearing a pair of linen shorts that hugged her ass just perfectly, and a blue linen shirt that complemented the outfit perfectly. She was a very classy lady, and always acted so proper in every situation.
But one of the things that makes me really love Herb and Sylvia is that they have never forgotten where they came from, and they are unafraid to roll up their linen sleeves and help. My mother-in-law loves to help Lori cook and take care of the house after the party. That's just who they are.
So having them come over early was always great. I would keep Herb with me while the girls did their work. That was the other part of my morning's work.
I was in the yard when they arrived, and I came in to say hello. Sylvia and I did a very good job of being normal. I didn't grab her gorgeous ass and pull her into my throbbing loins. And she didn't rip her clothes off and molest me. That's a good start. I made a small joke and invited Herb to join me while I finished working on the grill.
"Herb, how are you? How are you feeling?" I said, while I turned away from him to pull the grates out so that I could scrub them.
He didn't respond right away, so I turned back to him. He looked sad and unusually small all of a sudden. I said, "Herb, are you ok?" He shook his head.
"Oh hell, you know, I'm an old man, so everything is relative. I feel ok but I get tired easily."
"Herb, you're going to outlive us all. I've never met anyone tougher than you."
He laughed. "Yeah, but it's getting tougher to do simple things. But I can still drink a beer or two, right?" I laughed and went to the cooler to grab us a couple.
Soon enough, though, Herb and I were back to talking sports and commiserating about the Bears.
Just then, Sylvia came out and said, "John, would you mind helping me get the food out of our car?" I said, "Of course, just give me a second." And I finished rinsing the grills and put them back in place, clean and ready to season.
She led me to the car and I followed, staring again at her ass. I could see her panty line against her shorts, and they appeared to be quite conservative. Well, I knew that nothing would happen today. But I still like looking and dreaming of her ass.
When we got to the car, she opened the back and we pulled out the bags of food: chips, desserts, and other things. Sylvia likes to cook, and she had outdone herself. As we were picking up the stuff, she leaned in and said, "I wish I could strip you and attack you right now. It's taking everything I have to keep my hands away from you."
I said, "Oh God, I want you so much, but we know better than to try anything. Let's keep calm and you can come over first thing tomorrow, ok?" I reached out and felt her tit through her shirt, squeezing softly but enjoying the feeling.
