Chuck
I wasn't sleeping very soundly as I kept thinking about the coming concert. I had played on stage with my high school group and with Lisa at Pop's and Rags' places. But this was going to be different. We were going to be on a stage in front of thousands of people. My stomach was almost churning.
Someone was kissing my neck and back. It wasn't Lisa as she was in front of me, facing me, but sleeping. She had been restless too.
A hand reached around my middle and grasped me in a gentle hand. The touch was an instant way to wake my sleeping softness, making it fill with blood as it became stone hard. All of the anxiousness over the concert, then having a loving touch, excited me more than I thought would be possible.
Julie whispered in my ear, "Let's get up and have a shower. I think you and Lisa could use a few minutes in there. I need that too."
Lisa's eyes opened and she leaned to me for a kiss. As our lips touched, her hand joined Julie's and she asked, " Ready, huh?"
Julie whispered loud enough for Lisa to hear, "Let's have a shower. Chuck can relax in there with us."
The three of us moved from the bed, with me hopping to the bathroom and on into the shower. The warm water felt good, but the groping of the two women was even better. I played with Lisa's small, puffy breasts and nipples, and leaned over to suck in a mature nipple on Julie's larger breast. Her body was amazing for her age, as her breasts hardly sagged and her muscle tone was superb. It wasn't long before I had them both turned to the wall and took turns giving each several long strokes. We continued this until Julie's knees began to buckle with her climax, followed by Lisa squeezing me so hard I fired shot after shot inside her.
We relaxed and just hugged under the water for a few seconds before I was surprised when Julie dropped to her knees to taste what I had left in Lisa. Lisa went right back into an orgasm until I had to hold her up. Julie came up and kissed me passionately while holding my renewed interest. I said, "That's probably enough, or we won't have the energy to do the show tonight."
We finished, dried, I shaved, and we all dressed. Lisa and I were going to practice the show one last time this morning, so we both wore jeans and T-shirts. Lisa's perky nipples on her unfettered breasts made bumps that were noticeable on her black Harley T-shirt.
All three of us grabbed mugs of coffee before going up to the salon. Up there, Steve, Kathy, Ben, and Dewey were sitting at the bar. Lisa said she was going to fix the three of us a wake up Bloody Mary. As she was building those, the other four decided they wanted one, and asked Lisa to fix them one. Lisa did, and she made two extra and set them beside where she was going to sit. Almost as soon as she sat in the tall bar chair, Taiying and Sing came up to the salon with sweet smiles on their faces. The two sisters gave Lisa, Julie, and me a kiss before they climbed up into their chairs and began sipping their red drinks. I looked at Lisa questioningly, and she smiled, "You forget, I can feel my friends and lovers."
After Ed arrived, there was some conversation about going back to the museum this morning with those that might want to go. I mentioned to Ed to remember to talk to the mother of the kids I promised we would be taking with us this evening. He said he had called already and that she seemed comfortable about letting the kids come with us.
We were discussing the possibility of concerts on the Riviera, so I used my cell phone to call the agent. I woke him, but so what; it was time to get going. When I asked about the concert on the Riviera, he said there were three of them just like here. He said that two would be in Nice, but the Sunday matinee would be in Cannes. I wanted to cuss at him, but Lisa and I had already given the group our commitment to play with them.
I asked Dewey and Steve how far it was from Nice to Cannes and Dewey told me it was less than fifty miles. He said that Monaco was also about fifteen miles from Nice in the other direction. Dewey and Steve were again talking about how they were going to clean out the casinos.
About the time I was complaining as to how tired Lisa and I were going to be, Taiying said that Sing would help her give us massages that would help us recover from the intensity of the concerts. She also said Lisa and I needed to exercise to keep up our energy and suggested we go down and run or walk for at least fifteen minutes.
Lisa acted as if she was my Tonto, when she called me Kemo Sabe as she asked if I was ready to go run.
We went down to the exercise room by way of the cabin to put on some exercise clothes and so I could put on my sports leg. Julie, Taiying, and Sing came with us, but there are only two treadmills, so Lisa and I ran, while Julie used the bike and the sisters used the ellipticals.
We only ran for fifteen minutes, but all of us were covered with sweat. When we went back to the cabin to clean up, we ended up waking the rest of the women. When I looked at the six still in bed, it was then that I realized they represented at least seven kids that were soon going to be in our household. That was both disturbing and pleasing at the same time. Strange.
We went back through the galley where the kids were eating. All of us ate and went back up to the salon. Julie said to Lisa and me, "You need to go up to the yacht club. Your ride is probably waiting for you."
Lisa and I gave some hugs and kisses as we left to go to our final practice.
At the studio, the guys weren't sluggish, just waking up enough to begin thinking music. Jack did all of his sound checks while we tuned up. When Kenny nodded, Fred made his guitar give a loud chord to initiate the beginning. Kenny told the imaginary audience the name of the band and we went into the hard rock blues piece that was our entrance.
Jack was highlighting each player and I could hear the increase in volume in my monitor headset. When that piece ended, Kenny, Lisa, and I did a quiet blues background, while Kenny introduced each of the band members. He paused after each name, waiting for the imaginary crowd noise to soften enough to announce the next player. When each of us was introduced, we did something fancy. I did a roll across all the drums ending with a cymbal crash. Lisa did one of the neat blues riffs she enjoys.
From there, we began the rest of the four piece set before we swapped instruments for the first time and began the next set. Our transition between numbers was handled by the drums and bass with a soft blues riff in the background. It sounded good as we went from one piece to bridge music and began the next piece.
We went through the entire show, right down to the encore, with the three of us doing a guitar battle. When we finished, we all sat down, drank some water, and listened to Jack exclaim, "I think we can just play this recording and you guys can lip sync. That was perfect. Whatever doesn't come out on our live recording can be dubbed from this one. Kenny, you're ready."
Kenny said, "Okay, guys, pack up your guitars and the roadies will take everything to the stadium for us. Chuck, they will put the drums up exactly as you've got them set up now. They may need an adjustment or so, but the roadies even take pictures to get the placement right."
Jack said, "I sent Stick a copy of the practice show from yesterday. I had an e-mail from him this morning that he couldn't believe how good it was and was envious of all of us. He goes in for surgery Monday morning. We need to be thinking good thoughts for both of our guys."
All of us were nodding in agreement.
The agent said, "Be sure to be early enough to sign autographs in our green room. The reception room is big enough for a lot of people, so you don't have to worry about eating before you get there. Just don't fill up so much you can't play."
Kenny told Lisa and me, "Go get a little rest and a car will pick you up between two and three. I'm told Friday traffic here is even worse than at any other time. You guys can just wear jeans to the show. Lisa we have some leather britches for you and a vest that is like the vests the other girls are going to wear. We didn't think you would want one of their short skirts since you have to be getting up and down."
Kenny told me, "I have a beautiful satin T-shirt for you. It's going to show off that great bod you have." He slapped me on the shoulder, "We've got to make you the new man in town so all the ladies will be falling for you," he smiled, "And buying our albums and videos, of course."
Lisa and I went back to the boat and immediately crashed in our cabin. It seemed like it was only minutes before our ladies were waking us up. The girls said it was time for us to get ready for the concert.
We got up and headed up to the salon. The place was packed with everyone from the Lucky Lady and the Irish Bell. The kids were playing some recordings of what we had created while we had been traveling.
That's when Julie took me by the hand and pulled me in front of a lady. She was beautiful, and I could see she was instantly interested, as her eyes widened and she caught her breath. She actually leaned toward me, showing off her deep cleavage from the front of the blouse she was wearing. "Holy smokes, but this lady is hot."
When I looked at Lisa, I think she was drooling. The way all my ladies and Lisa were acting was enough to make me smile. Lisa and I had some juice and said we needed to clean up to go to the stadium.
The entire entourage, including the new lady, Gina, followed us down to the cabin where I immediately took a shower and shaved again. When I glanced out of the bathroom, I wasn't all that surprised to see a mass of women's bodies doing unmentionable things to each other. It appeared that this Gina was just as enthusiastic as the others.
A smiling Lisa disengaged from the throng, kissed me with very flavorful lips, and got into the shower. While I was putting on my leg and getting dressed I watched the ladies as they got up in twos and threes and jumped into the shower. The last two were Julie and Gina. This Gina was really built. When she disappeared into the shower, I asked Brandy, "Who is this? Where did she come from?"
Brandy said, "She's Gina Martinelli, Giovanni Martinelli's youngest daughter."
I thought I was going to be sick. "What in the hell are you guys doing attacking that girl. Her father is a very tough guy to deal with, and may not like that his girl is fooling around on her husband, even if it is with women."
Frieda said, "Not to worry, Chuckie boy. Her husband took off nine months ago and abandoned her and the kids. She and her kids have taken her maiden name back, as has her sister who also lost her husband. She says her sister is just as good looking as she is, but is a little older. Nice stuff, isn't she?"
"You can't just seduce every woman you guys find attractive."
Tiani said, "She was, and is, ready. That babe has a golden tongue and tastes divine."
I felt like picking up the pixie and spanking her. She needed it. Instead, I finished dressing, and after the beautiful Gina came from the shower, I had to adjust my jeans. Julie saw me, and walked by me, tweaking the bulge she saw. I was about to leave the cabin when Julie pulled the naked Gina to me and pushed us together. The smoky eyed Gina leaned into me, pulling me close to her bulging breasts, for a kiss that had some bells going off. I'm sure some of those bells were for fear of Giovanni. What am I doing?
Julie said softly, "Gina, get dressed so we can go up to the salon. Chuck and Lisa are going to have to leave soon." Gina looked at me sheepishly, and said in broken English, "To see you again, I want. After the show, the concert?" She got the sentence structure all wrong, but I understood.
Whoa, this babe could be trouble, big Italian bad guy trouble. It took only a couple of minutes for everyone to be presentable. The girls let Gina use some of their cosmetics and they were all a bunch of beauties, ready to go out.
Up in the salon, Steve was looking at me strangely. I gave him a look that said, "You know more than me."
Mercy came up to me and hugged me, pulling my head down so she could whisper into my ear, "Gina is someone I felt was coming. I don't know what you're going to do with her, but she was destined. There's another that is too; she isn't here yet, but she's coming."
The little mind reader was making things more confused. What I don't need is another female hanging around, much less two. I was thinking this as Mercy pulled me down again, "Do you have more rings?"
Now I was sick to my stomach. I had nerves over the show, and now this. Holy shit!! I was still apprehensive that something was going to happen, and I was now imagining Giovanni coming after me to protect his youngest daughter's virtue.
Lisa and I left for the show after kisses and hugs all around. It made me feel good to have so many good friends, and my women, of course. Gina gave me another tongue twister that was exciting. My jeans just weren't fitting right.
In the taxi, Lisa teased me a little, and said, "Missy is talking to me, she's telling me to tell you to relax. You're not letting her in."
As soon as she said that, Mercy and Missy were both talking to me soothingly. I hugged Lisa, knowing we were going to enjoy doing the show.
When we arrived at the stadium, one of the roadies took us to a dressing room and gave Lisa a pair of leather pants and vest. He said the vest matched the vests that were being worn by the other girls. The roadie handed me a silk T-shirt and left. Lisa stripped her jeans off and put the leather britches on. I had to laugh, as she was as bad as I was; she was commando, no panties. She whisked off her T-shirt to display her nude top. She put the vest on to give a cute appearance with her small B cleavage. She really looked good. When we left the small dressing room, the roadie took us into another small room where there were a couple of women and what looked like half the cosmetics in Italy.
The women had Lisa and I sit while they added some color to our faces and the skin showing on my face, neck, arms, and hands. They even did Lisa's chest by having her unbutton her vest while they rubbed the stuff on her upper chest and the tops of her breasts. They held out a mirror for us to look at ourselves and told us we were ready. They had been telling us they were wives of a couple of the roadies and traveled with the crew to do makeup for the band. Lisa's hair was brushed a little and hair spray applied. The girl that had been messing with me rubbed her hand across my short hair and said, "You're good. You're going to need your neck trimmed for next weekend."
We were led out of the makeup room and were escorted to a huge room that had tables, filled with food and bottle drinks, lining the walls. There was a big bar with three bartenders serving drinks to a lot of people. Kenny came over and said, "Here, have a bottle of iced tea and come over and sign some autographs after you eat. We're going to be at it awhile, so if you're hungry, grab some of that delicious cheese or have some of the great sausage meatballs. There's calamari, all kinds of pasta, some veal, and some interesting little pieces of smoked beef that are really good. Eat up, my man; you're going to need the energy."
Kenny hugged Lisa, "How are you doing, Cutie. You're lookin' as foxy as the other three women. You ready to put on a show?"
Lisa grinned and I knew we were going to be alright.
After eating, we went to a corner of the room where there was a table with posters and a group picture, including Lisa and me that was taken from the video we had done. Lisa and I began signing our names to just about anything. A couple of cute young girls wanted us to sign their white vests that already had a lot of signatures on them. They didn't hesitate, stripped off the vests, wearing nothing under them, and gave them to us to sign. We were at this a long time, until I looked up and found Frieda pushing a poster at me to sign. She said, "We're all here, we're ready. Play good, you two, we're all excited for you."
The guys in the band began to stand up to end the signing session, so Lisa and I also stood, and that wasn't smart. As soon as I was clear of the table, Lisa and Julie had Gina and me face to face again. I was given another tooth loosening kiss which caused my jeans to fit wrong again. Gina kissed me, followed by her giving Lisa a very warm kiss. She smiled at us and said, "I want more."
Lisa elbowed me and grinned. She said, "If you have a premonition of something bad, she ain't it. She is prime."
Just what our family needs, another woman.
We made it to the stage and began getting ready. As soon as we had our guitars out of the cases and on stands, our cases were whipped away. When I felt my guitars were acclimated to the weather, I looked for my case to use my tuner. Dan was at the keyboard and waved Lisa and I over. He gave us one note at a time to use as we adjusted our guitars and afterward he played keys for the bass. Fred came over to me and Lisa, and gave us some cotton balls. He told us to put them into our ears. He said, "Don't worry about hearing, trust me, you'll hear just fine."
I spent a couple of minutes positioning the drums until they were just the way I liked them. I gave the set a roll with a soft cymbal crash. It was enough for the crowd to begin making a lot of noise. That's when I looked up to realize how many people were in this place.
That will give you jitters. When I looked up to the sides sort of behind us, I saw a giant video screen on both sides of the stage displaying what we were doing to get ready. Our jam CD had been playing and I didn't even realize it had been shut down.
Kenny walked around to make sure everyone was ready, checked his watch that I'm sure said exactly six thirty, and nodded to Fred. The lead in was an excessively amplified crash of a chord that brought up the crowd noise and my adrenalin. Kenny announced the band and we were off on the first piece.
As soon as I was playing, the jitters vanished. Now it was all music, just what I know and love. I had the thought as I was playing that it was funny. A guy with a fake leg was sitting in for a guy with a fake leg.
The concert went as planned. We swapped instruments around after every four pieces, so all of us were highlighted on all the instruments. I was getting worn out when we were on the last few numbers. As soon as Lisa finished the last heavy blues ballad with her guitar and my bass singing, we did a quick change on a couple of instruments, then Lisa and I went into our strong rock blues close that evolved into a guitar riff battle. When Kenny whistled, I thought my eardrums were going to pop. I suppose Jack had to have the sound really high to have the crowd hear, but wow, was that loud, even with cotton in my ears.
Kenny did the close and we shut it off. As predicted, the crowd noise was totally out of hand until Kenny asked, "Want some more?"
We did the battle again, adding Fred. It was great, and I think the audience could tell our riffs were extemporaneous, with competing riffs the same way. We were jamming.
Kenny did the whistle again and he closed out, saying we were beat. I know I was.
The crowd quieted for the most part and we began putting our stuff away. The roadies were bringing our cases up for us to put our equipment away.
That's when I saw some weird guy in a robe and turban come running at us from the seats on the side of the stadium. I looked around and there wasn't anything else to do. I jumped right at him, tackling him, knocking him down and knocking the wind from him.
When I fell on him, I felt something under his clothes. I yanked his robe aside to see what looked like a huge bomb strapped all around him. The guy had dropped some kind of detonator, but I knocked it away and decided I needed to incapacitate the guy so I hit him as hard I could in the chest with my fist. I was thinking that I should pull the punch so I wouldn't kill him, but I don't think I did.
Looking at the explosives, I looked up to see if I could see anyone looking at us, as there could be someone with a remote detonator. As I stood, I grabbed the guy and threw him over my shoulder in a fireman's carry and began moving as quick as I could out of the back of the stadium. Thank goodness, I was able to run right through a tunnel and straight out an open set of doors. Surprisingly, there wasn't a crowd around, but there was a dumpster right there. I heaved the guy into the dumpster and turned to run into Lisa. I didn't even think, I picked her up and ran for the doors. Just inside there was a corner to the tunnel concrete wall that I followed around. Just as I setting Lisa down, it happened.
Kaboom!
Whatever and whoever that was blew up. It was one hell of an explosion. The force of it blew all kinds of debris into the tunnel. It also was so loud that Lisa and I were stunned, even with cotton still in our ears. We had been literally knocked from our feet.
I looked at Lisa, and asked, "Are you alright?"
I think she read my lips more than she heard me. She asked, "Are you?"
We were both nodding at each other as a bunch of the stadium security guys came running by. A couple stopped to help us up and began leading us back into the stadium.
When we approached the stage, I could see more security surrounding the other band members. They cheered when they saw the two of us. Jack, the sound guy, was down from his platform now and said, "You definitely are the man. What the hell was that?"
Lisa and I sat on the edge of the stage and reached for some water bottles. As the guys came up to me, I said, "Anyone have something to drink?"
Kenny said, "Let's get to the reception room and have something. Damn, I'm sure glad to see you two. When whatever it was went off, I thought you two were goners. Man, you have to tell us how you escaped that."
Lisa asked me, "So was that what your premonition was?"
All I could say was, "I sure hope so."
Lisa was about to ask "What?" but began pulling the cotton from her ears. I did the same and felt that rush of ambient noise that you get when you pull earplugs out. I could now hear what crowd noise there still was, but you could tell the people wanted to get out of there.
Glancing up and to my right, I saw a bunch of my people standing in front of some big windows hollering at us. Lisa and I waved and pointed toward where I thought was the direction of the reception room. I could see Frieda nodding her head as they collectively turned and went inside the big booth or club house area.
One of the roadies said, "Let's go. We need to get to the reception room so we can get out of here. Chuck, you're going to probably have to answer some questions. If those guys need it, I have the whole thing on video, and we could even see the explosives strapped on that guy. You do pretty good hauling a guy that size around."
Lisa said, "You should have seen him grab me, haul me back into the tunnel, and around a corner before that blast came. I don't think he even felt my weight. It was as if I was a little kid he was picking up."
I was coming down from the adrenaline fear rush and really wanted something to drink. As soon as we entered the reception room, people crowded around, almost crushing us, talking at once, asking questions. Kenny's loud whistle cut through the noise. He said, "Hang on a second and let us get a drink. Settle down, we'll tell you all about it."
I asked the bartender if he had any good gin and he produced some London Dry Gin. I've never seen that one before, but nodded. As soon as he had ice and booze in the glass, I took a couple of big swallows, feeling the good burn go down to my stomach. Lisa took my glass and finished the remaining half glass in the same fashion. She set the glass on the bar and said, "Two more please."
All the band members got something to drink. Some just got beer, but most, including the women, were having something stronger. We turned to see a couple of Italian cops, along with some guys with badges sticking out of their coat breast pockets.
That's when Ed came up to us and said, "These men are the police. If you will tell everyone what happened, I will translate to them."
I said, "This will be good, I can tell everyone once instead of having to repeat the story so much."
About the time I began, some bright lights came on and three guys with cameras had them directed at me. I turned and hid my face as I didn't want anyone to get that much of a look at me tonight. The policemen were cool and asked them to turn off the cameras as I didn't want to be filmed. Ed had been directing them.
I turned back around and Ed asked, "Can they record what is said?"
"Sure, Ed, that will be fine."
I gave the whole story, from spotting the guy, to Lisa and me making it around the corner in the tunnel. I found out that a couple of people were injured by flying objects, but no one was killed. If the bomb had gone off in the stadium, besides killing all of the band and roadies, it would have killed hundreds of the audience, as the bomb was laced with nails. That'll turn your stomach.
As soon as I finished, my group descended on Lisa and me, hugging and kissing us, telling us how scared they were when the bomb went off and we didn't come out for so long. Lisa and I were just nodding and continuing to suck up the mind altering drug in our glasses.
The agent asked if Lisa and I would join the rest of the band for some more autographs, so I asked my group collectively, "Can someone put together a couple of plates of the goodies and bring those and a beer over to us?"
We went to the tables where we began signing autographs. There were a lot of people wanting to touch us or otherwise invade our space. It isn't that I don't like the attention; but I was just about done with people for the night.
It took over an hour, plus a couple of more beers and another plate of food, to get through the signing session. Kenny leaned over and said, "Now you're more famous than ever. You saved hundreds tonight, and everyone wants to thank you."
I looked at Kenny, wanting to tell him that Lisa and I had been through this before. I know she was thinking the same thing.
When the surge was over, I sat back, realizing I was almost shitfaced. I never drink that much that fast. I asked Kenny, "Do you mind if I just ride back with our people?"
Kenny said that would be fine as they were all tired too. He said, "No practice tomorrow. Just be here at the stadium about three and we'll warm up a little before the crowd gets into the stadium. I think our show was classic. I'll bet no one has ever seen a single band show as good."
When the crowd thinned out, Ed said, "The policemen want to ask a few more questions, I told them to hurry as I wanted to go home."
The questions were normal, and we had to give them our personal information. One of my security guards came up and spoke to the policemen in Italian, showing his identification. Soon the police were all nodding and saying thank you and goodnight.
Our people crowded around Lisa and me. The press of all the bodies kept us both upright as we went out to the bus. The two of us sat in the front of the bus with Julie and Gina in the seat across from us. We didn't talk much on the way to the boat, and I can tell I was just about passed out from being tired. The booze didn't help either.
Back on the boat, Steve brought me my cell phone and told me, "It has been ringing off the hook and it's all from the same number."
That's when I noticed Gina away from everyone, talking on a cell phone. The four kids were crowded around her, with a bunch of my kids behind them.
I didn't know the number but I called it anyway. I heard that strange beep that tells you the other person is already on a call and that you'll probably go to voice mail. When the greeting came on, I recognized Giovanni's voice, but couldn't understand what he said. I just told the voicemail, "Giovanni, your daughter and grandchildren are all fine. I think we're probably going to keep them on the boat tonight, so don't worry. They are okay."
When Gina finished her call, she came over to where Lisa and I were sitting on a couch with Julie, the Asian sisters, and Maria. Gina stood in front of me with her hands on her hips, "You are now a marked man. My father thinks you are the most wonderful man in the world to have protected me and his grandchildren. I've asked him for something and I hope he will agree." With that, Gina sat down on my lap and leaned over to kiss Lisa, followed by petting my face as she kissed me.
Julie nudged me and said, "Your pheromones are showing. Better turn them down unless you want to give a demonstration for the kids."
I whispered into Gina's ear, "Please, we should not make a spectacle of ourselves."
Gina pulled away from me with a puzzled look, "What is spectacle?"
Lisa was laughing and got up, pulling Gina with her. She said something to Gina, and had her direct her kids to do something. Sue came to me and said, "We're putting the new kids in with ours. They'll be fine. I think everyone is tired enough to go to bed now, even if our hearts are still pumping so hard."
I watched as Lisa, Frieda, and Julie led Gina down the stairs. When I stood, I knew I was feeling better, but still decided to take an Alka-Seltzer. The bar had a box, so I drew a half glass of water and dropped the two white pills in. Lisa came up behind me and took the glass. She was smiling at me as she drank down the fizzing liquid. I made another glass and drank it before I could be raided again.
It was right then my cell phone rang. As usual, all I said was "Johnson."
The voice that spoke was unmistakably Giovanni. He said, "Thank you, thank you for protecting my youngest and my grandchildren. I must show you my gratitude in some way. Tell me what I can do?"
I said, "Gio, we are friends. Friends do for each other and their families. If you and yours remain the wise people you are, and don't harm others when you do your business, we will be friends forever. I'm glad your family is safe."
I think I actually heard Giovanni sob. He collected himself and asked, "My daughter said as you told me, she and my grandchildren are staying on your boat tonight. You know, you are a good man and she is a woman without a man. You should think about that. If not her, she has a sister who is equally as beautiful, but then, I am their father. Think about it, Chuck Johnson, my Gina would be a good woman."
He didn't finish with a 'for you, ' but left it hanging. What's with everyone and trying to hook me up with this strange babe? I guess she isn't strange, but she is someone I don't know.
Steve and the other men were giving me a wide berth as they knew I was probably still high on the adrenaline caused by the horrible explosion. I did shake hands with them as I said goodnight. I even received kisses from Mercy, Sue, Missy, Beth, and Kathy. Juanita and Mickey were not in the salon. Jan and Wanda came over to me, and Wanda said, "And you thought you were taking a vacation. Go to bed, Chuck, and sleep this one off. You're safe now."
I guess I was concerned about that, but I was with friends now. That brought a peaceful feeling over me as I went below. In the cabin, the lights were so low that all I could see were faces above a bedspread. I just stared at the collection. Julie made a perfect den mother with young Maria bringing up the other end of the age group. Lisa motioned to me to the space between her and who was next to her. When I got all my clothes off, brushed my teeth, and went to bed, I found that the person next to Lisa was Gina. I was too tired to argue.
When I snuggled up to Lisa, she whispered, "Turn over and give Gina a kiss. Make her feel welcome."
I turned over to kiss Gina, and she responded very enthusiastically. I discovered she was wearing a gown and panties and that was perfect for me. Before I could turn back over, each of my women sat up to give me a special hug and kiss. Poor Gina was leaned on and prodded, as some of the girls had to nearly crawl over each other. I ended by giving Gina another nice kiss. After all those loving kisses, I said good night and turned over to hug Lisa to me.
I'm outta here.
Primary Editing by Pepere
Proofing and Continuity by Sagacious
European tours, by Rotorhead
Another set of eyes – Knight6
Last one through - Deenara2000