I woke in the morning with a sensation that I had not had in while. A pussy was sliding up and down my dick. When I opened my eyes, Mercy leaned down and kissed me, whispering, "I love you." Sue was lying on her side with her eyes open, smiling at me. She leaned over and kissed me and said softly, "I love you." I looked to the other side and Juanita was also lying on her side, watching. She leaned to me and kissed me and said with a smile, "I love all of you."
Mercy continued to move faster and faster until she froze, squeezing me inside her. She lay on my chest, kissing it as she continued to squeeze and release me with herself. In my mind she began saying, "Come, come in me, fill me, put your love into me, fill me, husband."
It must have been the husband thing. I filled her until it was drooling back onto me. Mercy shivered and said, "Thank you."
Sue and Juanita got up and headed to the bathroom and showered, while Mercy remained impaled on me as we kissed and tongued each other. When the shower shut off, she got out of bed then pulled me with her toward the shower. We washed quickly, but while we were hugging under the spray, she had one of my legs hugged between hers, rubbing up and down on me, seemingly getting herself off. I felt the warm spray as she let go on my leg. This was strange, as no one had ever peed on me before. She pulled my head down and gave me another kiss while she stroked me back up to full firmness. She turned to the wall and had me enter her from the rear. We humped mightily until I lost it and filled her once again. She was shivering as I pulled free and turned her around for more kisses.
Once out of the shower, we dressed, and I enjoyed watching Sue give Stevie his liquid breakfast before he got his cereal. It should be the other way around, but Sue said if she did it this way her breasts would be milked more and she didn't have to use the pump as much.
Mercy went over to Sue and said, "I don't know why I'm so turned on about Juanita. It's nuts, when I look into her mind, I get so turned on about watching her make love to Steve and us. It's really crazy. Her mind is so vivid that I feel her excitement. When Steve loved her last night, I actually came while he was making her come. She feels guilty that she is using Steve up instead of us using him up. We need to tell her it's fine."
Sue then said, "Have you noticed that, since yesterday afternoon, she looks like she's found the fountain of youth? Her face looks so much younger, her breasts look firmer and she walks with a twitch in her butt. I think it's cute. From what I saw, it looks like she sure knows how to work on a lady."
Mercy hugged me, "Hope you hold up and don't mind taking care of Juanita too. She said you were the first man she's had since her husband died. She's kind of a special friend all of a sudden. I know, I was the one keeping you away from other women, but she's really hot and was ready to be made love to. We'll just have to find her someone."
Sunday morning is the time for pastries, donuts, and a big home made breakfast. Once out in the kitchen with a cup of coffee, I turned on the oven, dragged out some big skillets, and opened the grille on the big stove. I started ten pounds of bacon on the grille and about ten pounds of sausage in a big skillet. Juanita was fascinated as I made up a huge batch of biscuits and slid two cookie sheets into the oven.
I dipped some grease from the bacon into another frying pan and let it begin to warm up. I pulled six cartons of eggs out of the fridge then began breaking them into a big mixing bowl. I was flipping bacon, busting eggs, and turning sausage the whole time. Just about the time I poured the first big batch of stirred up eggs into the big frying pan, Glenda came in the door as the timer dinged.
Just like a team, Glenda pulled the two cookie sheets from the oven and dumped them into a big basket that I had lined with a clean dishtowel. She slid two more cookie sheets into the oven and set the timer. I finished the first batch of eggs, slopped some more bacon grease into the frying pan, spread it around, then poured the other half of the eggs in to start cooking.
I scooped the bacon off the grille and laid them on some paper towels in a few baskets to drain, then began pulling the sausage out of the other frying pan. "Glenda, do you want bacon or sausage grease for the gravy?"
"Bacon," she said, as she made up another big batch of biscuits and filled the two cooling cookie sheets.
I dumped almost all of the sausage from the one frying pan, drained most of the grease, and crumbled up the sausage that remained. I then scooped up the bacon grease and put it with the crumpled sausage. The timer dinged.
While Glenda was pouring milk into the pan with the sausage and grease, I exchanged the cookie sheets to bake more biscuits and started the timer. I filled the cooling sheet with more biscuits, then mixed up a batch of pancake mix.
Glenda was now mixing in cornstarch and some flour, making a huge pan of gravy. While the pancakes were cooking, I divided the eggs into three big bowls, and the bacon into three big baskets. Next, I divided the sausage into three bowls, and finally, the biscuits in three baskets.
All this time, I was scooping up pancakes, flipping some, and putting the finished ones on three trays.
The girls began setting the tables with plates, flatware, and glasses, pouring milk and juice and hauling out the eggs, sausage, and bacon. The oven dinged for the last time, and I pulled the biscuits out and divided them into the three baskets. I scooped up the last of six dozen pancakes onto the three trays, and they were immediately whisked out to the patio. Glenda poured the sausage gravy into three bowls and they were taken away. We shut off all the burners then high-fived each other.
She said, "We're really a team. That's the way to make breakfast for forty or fifty of those suckers. What do you think about that Juanita?"
"It was amazing, Glenda. You two did that with such ease, it was just amazing. Next time I want to help. Show me okay?"
In a very short time one hundred biscuits, six dozen pancakes, six dozen eggs, ten pounds of bacon, ten pounds of sausage, and about three gallons of gravy vanished. If we didn't have all the pastries and donuts, I swear there would have been hungry people.
Abe and Alice had shown up this morning, and we were graced with Bear's presence, with a smiling Crystal at his side. They were obviously getting along.
Charlie and Matty, Tiny's folks, said that it looked like the park was going to be full again. Every space was committed. He was telling me there was a small strip of land between our line and the grocery store shopping center that was vacant. It was big enough that we could add two more rows of either singles or double-wide homes. He said he had the owner's name and what he was asking for it. He handed me a slip of paper and I looked at it and laughed.
I turned around and poked Ernie. When he turned to look at me, I asked, "Mr. Wainwright, will you sell me that little strip of useless property between here and the shopping center?"
He looked at me and said, "What are you going to do with it? You could add onto the shopping center and have a whole 'nother strip of stores."
"Good idea, Ernie, but how about I add another street the full length of the park and still build a strip of stores in the center. I'll actually get two rows of homes, one on the back of the existing street, and another on the other side of the street that the fence will be moved to."
"Double duty, huh? You'll have to go through some contortions with zoning if you're going to split the land," Ernie said.
"It should be fine, Ernie, since the park is already on one side and the center is on the other," I said. "They should approve the zoning and permitting instantly. The management company already wants to buy land on the other end for more shops. They didn't mention this end."
Ernie said, "I don't own that over on the other side of the center. That's owned by..." Ernie got a funny look on his face, "What do you know, Ben Phillips. You'll have to negotiate with him. Ha. That's a laugh. He'll probably stick it to you."
Everyone migrated to various activities. The two kids played pool for a while. Some adults were playing cards. Some left to take care of normal stuff like laundry, bookkeeping, fishing, taking a walk, taking a ride, and in Phil's, Judy's, Samantha's, and Juanita's case, going to church. Mickey had to go in to work to make out a report but was going to be back in a little while.
Sue, Mercy, and I went for a walk, pushing Stevie in his stroller. We walked down to the new expanded entryway of the park. There was now a guard shack that was always attended from seven in the evening till seven in the morning. The same security service that patrolled the park put someone in the shack. The little guard house really was pretty nice. It was air conditioned, had a bathroom, a TV, a small fridge, a microwave, and a desk with a phone. It was good duty. They checked late night traffic to make sure that the people coming in should be there. The business park patrol swung by three times a night to make a pass through the park. It was probably better security than in almost any other park in the area.
We walked over to the business park to look at the display of big trucks and RVs. The truck and RV service centers were busy working on trucks that needed to be on the road. The conversion shop was busy with three teams working on trucks. We walked down to look at the progress of the sports complex. They had the areas where admin buildings and concession stands were going to be, ready to pour concrete. The place was moving along. By the time we were back, little Steve was asleep, and big Steve could use a nap.
I stretched out on the bed with the TV on and fell asleep almost instantly. When I woke up about an hour later, someone I at first thought was Mercy was snuggled into my side. I realized the person was too small. It was Tina. I eased out of bed, took a whiz, and went to find Sue in the living room with most of the other ladies, looking at catalogues.
Susan said, "I hope you were gentle with my little girl. She said she was going to go in and ravish you."
"I'm glad she didn't, I don't think I could handle that, Suze," I said laughing. "Remember, I held the little squirt when she was a baby."
"You best watch yourself then, she's been talking a pretty good game," my sister cautioned.
"Sue and Mercy, protect me from little girls. She has two or three years before she's even legal. Jeez, she's genuine jailbait."
Mercy said, "I'll just have to sew her up until she's seventeen. That's one way."
Sue said, "I'll talk to her to make sure she knows you don't want that to happen. She's a good kid. She will still want it to happen, but she'll turn down the pressure."
I went out onto the patio to join the guys drinking beer and eating snacks. Dennis was playing chess at one of the big tables with a tall, gangly, young girl with a dark tanned complexion. They looked very intense. Kevin noticed me looking at them and said, "Those two met at the swimming hole yesterday and have been an item since. I met her dad, Luis Mendoza, who seems to be a nice guy. He's a single parent, the mom was killed in a car accident a couple of years ago. The girl's name is Tammy and is almost the exact same age as Dennis. So far it's been swimming, pool, chess, and bike riding. I'll have to watch to make sure their time together stays innocent."
"You know what?" Kevin said then continued, "Mendoza said something about the company he had been working for closed their shop and he has been working at a Goodyear store. He said he had been working on big trucks and had done a lot of refrigeration work. Crystal mentioned that we needed a good refrigeration man, and I know we need more mechanics. Maybe he would be a good guy for the dealership. I'll stop over at his place and invite him for breakfast in the morning. It'll give you and Crystal a chance to meet him."
"Have you started driving with Dennis yet?" I asked.
Kevin answered, "He's doing pretty good. He's finished his driver's ed class and did okay there. Now, I'll just have to work with him. Traffic down here is heavier than up in Cincinnati, but still about the same. I haven't been here long enough to know. Susan wants to get him a motorcycle like you had when you were in high school, but I thought a car would be better, safer. He's been on dirt bikes since he was six, but out on the street is different."
"You're probably right. A car might be a good idea, and you can look at a street bike for him after he's used to traffic," I said.
Kevin took a drink from his mug, "Just about the time I get him settled with wheels, I'll be working with Tina. She'll be fifteen pretty soon."
Crystal and Bear were on one of the couches talking, and wonder of wonders, holding hands. He had obviously been back to his living quarters and changed, as he was wearing a T-shirt and jeans with engineer boots and his bike was outside the patio. I wondered how he got away from his men while riding. Bear got up and came over to me.
"Hey, Steve! What do you think if I take a, ah, Crystal up to New Port Richey. I'd like her to see the clubhouse. We have it fixed up very nice. You haven't seen it yet either, have you? You'll have to come out and see it. My guys would enjoy having you. I'll get her back here by around nine probably. She has to work tomorrow, so we won't be real late."
I smiled at Bear and said, "Bear, I'm not her dad or anything. She's a grown woman."
"Don't matter, she's part of your group, it's like your club. I respect that. I'll treat it that way so we're straight."
I patted him on the back as they went out the door. Bear put his vest on, explaining biker's rules to Crystal, then he started his bike and they rode off very sedately. I think Bear was in for a surprise. That girl had experience on bikes and with bikers. She was not a novice.
Dennis came over with the girl and introduced her to me. She said, "You're the one who was in all those gunfights out here, aren't you?"
I nodded.
The young girl continued, "Star and Dede said you were probably the bravest guy around here since Kathy's husband was killed overseas. Everybody says we should be thankful we have someone like you around here to protect us."
"Tammy, please, enough," I begged. "I'm just a regular guy that had to do a few things to keep our neighborhood safe. Don't be talking about that stuff too much. The truth gets stretched pretty far."
"Not that far, Mr. Sharp, I was watching when that Barlow man was taken away by the police. You must have hit him pretty hard in the groin, as he could hardly walk. I also watched when you kicked that man who was going to shoot the deputy. I saw that and I saw the way you just kicked him and broke his neck. If you didn't kill him, he would have killed you, the deputy, and I don't know how many other people."
I sighed and shook my head. "It happened, let it rest now, Tammy, please."
She came over and gave me a hug and said, "If you say so, Mr. Sharp. Thank you for protecting all of us."
Dennis and Tammy left, riding in the golf cart.
Kevin said to me, while Henry leaned way over toward us, "You have some explaining to do, Steve. What in the hell happened out here?"
I went through the whole Barlow family ordeal, the cop on the highway, the robbery, and then the crazy deputy with the dope and money.
"Jesus, no wonder you have a security guard down there. Have you had any problem since?" Henry asked.
"None, I think the bad element is gone and the security guard will keep the rest of the crazies away. With the new fancy gateway, the place looks prosperous and doesn't reflect the old time place it really is."
Tiny spoke up from his big chair, "When Steve's gone, I'll tell you how he single-handedly took out a mob hit man and broke up a huge drug ring."
"Christ, Tiny, can't you keep stuff to yourself?" I pleaded.
Tiny began laughing, "Wait till his friend Dewey comes to visit. He'll tell you how Sue and Steve held off some pirates on the open sea, and how Steve and Sue helped his brother up in Alaska fight off some outlaws."
Charlie spoke up and said, "I watched him do that Barlow guy and I saw him and my wife in the big gunfight they had. I watched him take out the guy that was about to shoot a deputy. This crazy man ran his motorcycle right into the guy, squashed him. I saw him and my old lady shut down the burglars, as well as the way he took down the crazy dope deputy. And I saw what Tammy saw, I saw him kick that guy just as he was pulling the deputy's gun from his holster."
"One wild event no one else but Shawna, Sue, and I saw was when he saved his buddy Bear's life and his friend Hap's at the same time. Steve was the only man who noticed a guy that was acting funny. Steve got to him just as he was pulling out a shotgun. The guy would have killed both of his friends. Then one night, when we were visiting those same friends, Steve figures out that a bunch of guys are about to attack the clubhouse, so Steve works with the cops and the cops were able to catch them all. And just this last couple of months, Steve figured out who it was that shot his friend Bear, and was able to lead the cops to them. A whole gang was arrested. If Steve and my Shawna are around, we're all safe."
I got up and left. It was too much for me. I'm sure Charlie would fill them in on all the gory details. My family is going to think I'm a danger freak or trouble magnet. I decided I needed a ride, so I pulled the shovelhead out of the shed and took off for a head-cleaning ride. I went up highway forty-one through Land o' Lakes and turned right at highway 54.
As I was traveling fairly slow, I saw a neat looking custom El Camino on the side of the road with a for sale sign. I pulled off to take a look at it. The outside looked straight but the interior was a rat. Someone had sectioned the body what looked like two inches so it looked very low and sleek. They had done a good job as no weld ridges showed through the primer painted sides.
An older man came out of the house, wearing denim bib overalls with no shirt, walking slowly. "Ya interested in the truck?" He asked.
"Maybe, tell me about it, I said.
"This is an '80. Don't got no motor but there is an automatic hanging on it. Don't know how good it is though. My son done the body by hisself. Took him maybe three months to do that and to cut down the top."
I saw that the top had been chopped.
"There's another hood with a cut out for what he said was for a blower or something. Anyway, it ain't ever goin' to do him any good. He's in jail and prolly never get out. If you gimme five hunnert you can have it and everythin in his shop out there. I think there's a motor, but I'm not sure. Just clean it all out and be done."
"Do you have a title for the truck?"
"I do and it's in my name. I had to buy the truck for him in the first place."
"Tell you what, I'll give you a hundred right now. I'll go get a big truck to haul the El Camino and everything else away. I'll bring you the rest of the money then. Is that okay," I said as I took a hundred from my wallet.
"It's a deal, Sonny. Go get your truck." He took the hundred then took the for sale sign off of the pickup.
I rode back to the house very quickly. I got the attention of Kevin, Henry, Charlie, Tiny, and Hank who were right there. "Come on, guys, I have to go to the shop to get the big truck, a forklift, and a bunch of big crates to haul some parts. I need help to get everything picked up."
Kevin asked, "Is the truck you're talking about the one with the sliding bed?"
"That's the one," I said.
"It's over behind the RV store with a forklift on the back. It was used with another forklift to hold up the back of an RV," Kevin answered.
I asked Kevin, "Do you know where Dennis is?"
"Behind you at the pool table," Kevin pointed.
"We'll take him with us because this is for him. Charlie, get your pickup and we'll run over to the park and get the truck with the forklift and a bunch of those big plastic parts bins. I'll be right back."
Kevin and I went over to the RV store. We found the keys to the truck, then we went into the truck maintenance area and pulled a dozen big stackable plastic parts bins. I found the duty manager, talked him out of a half dozen pairs of heavy canvas gloves, and we were off with Kevin driving my pickup while I drove the big truck. Once at the house, I ran in and got Sue to give me four more hundreds, telling her I just found a great deal on a truck for Dennis.
All of us drove out to the place on highway 54. I backed the big truck up near the pickup and got out and began letting the bed down. I loosened the chains, drove the forklift over & slid the arms under the El Camino then lifted it and drove back up on the truck bed. We powered the bed back to its regular position, then chained the car and forklift down.
The old man was there watching with my guys. I handed him the four hundred and he handed me the title signed by him. I told Tiny to look at it as he had to notarize it. He just nodded at it and stuffed it in his pocket.
The old man opened the double doors and we almost staggered from shock. The place was a double garage stuffed with parts. There were probably three small block Chevy 350's and two more transmissions. One looked like it had been recently worked on. There were tires, wheels, a whole front clip for another El Camino, a rear end that looked like it was one of GM's original posi-traction types, and dozens of miscellaneous carburetors, manifolds, brake parts, etc. We brought the parts bins and began filling them.
I unchained the forklift and let the bed down, then brought the truck down and set it on the ground. I picked up each of the three engines and set one in the El Camino, one in my pickup and one in Charlie's. I used the forklift to lift the parts bins into my pickup and Charlie's until the garage was empty. We were even able to stack the spare sheet metal and front clip on the rear of the big truck. I picked up the El Camino again and drove onto the truck, put the bed back up, and chained down the parts, the pickup, and the forklift. I shook the old man's hand and thanked him and we drove straight to the original shop. We opened up Abe's big warehouse and unloaded everything.
Kevin said the truck and forklift were supposed to be brought back here, so we left them in the yard behind the big warehouse. When we were done and about to shut the giant door, I put my arm around Dennis' shoulder and said, "See that, that's going to be yours in a couple of months. You won't recognize it and there won't be another one like it anywhere. You're going to help make it happen too. You'll have to come down here after school every day for a while, but you'll meet a lot of people and learn a lot about a car."
Dennis said, "That's really going to be mine? An El Camino? Those are so cool. Wow, thanks."
Kevin came over and said, "There's a lot of work, Son, but I'll bet it'll get done fast."
I think what I said next was going to be the most important, "In order for you to work on the truck, you're going to have to help out at the shop. All of the different areas can use help, plus the people will teach you. This can even be part of your high school curriculum if we schedule it right. In other words, Dennis, you are going to be an employee and work for your truck."
Dennis excitedly said, "I've wanted a job since I turned fifteen but didn't have a way to get back and forth. Mom and Dad had too much to do to ferry me around, so I could only dig snow and cut grass. There's not much money in that. Tina gets babysitting jobs all the time and makes more money than I do, but no one will hire a guy to baby-sit. This is going to be great."
I thanked all the guys that had helped with the truck and cleanup then turned to Dennis. "Let's separate all this stuff in categories and piles real quick to see what we have. We'll have to go over everything we use before we install it to make sure it will work. We have a couple of hours before supper so let's get cracking."
Instead of leaving, every one of the guys pitched in to separate parts. They were all excited about helping to build a custom car for young Dennis. While we were looking over some air conditioning equipment, Tiny said, "My dad was never mechanically inclined. That's probably why I ended up an accountant. I always did want to build a car. I'm going to help on this one, then maybe I'll build one for myself. That would be a dream come true."
Henry told Tiny that he was the same. "I never did figure out where Steve got his mechanical ability. He used to have to work on that old Harley he had daily. But he kept it running and rode it even in the snow."
I filled Henry in, "I bought the bike from Ike up at the service station. He hired me to do oil changes, fix tires, change fan belts and hoses, the easy stuff. He's the one who taught me how to fix the bike and what little I know about cars."
Henry said, "You didn't have much time for that after Dad died. According to Susan, Mom needed you around all the time."
I nodded at Henry, "It wasn't that bad, but I didn't have much of time other than homework, working at the service station, and helping Mom out at home."
I went to the frame shop and brought four of the stands over so we could put the truck up to look at what we would need to do underneath. Kevin demonstrated his know how of a forklift by gently picking the pickup up just high enough so we could arrange the stands then letting the truck down slowly till it was supported by the four stands. I grabbed the side of the bed and pushed it back and forth trying to knock if off but the truck remained stable. I released the wheel locks on the stands and showed Dennis how easy it was to push the car around.
We had done all the damage we could today, so I said "Let's lock up and go home. It's getting time for supper and I don't like to miss too many meals."
At home, Dennis was instantly using one of the computers there to get on the internet for books about El Caminos. I picked up a legal pad and began trying to organize our attack on the project on one page and listing what we would need to begin working on the project on the other page.
We all agreed that the first thing would be to strip the truck down to the bare frame and begin by putting new pads between the frame and the body. We could clean up and paint the frame in the process, then begin painting each section of the truck and adding the repaired and painted parts along the way. We would have to check the door glass to see if it fit. If it did, we might want to hunt for a set of motors and guides for electric windows, plus we could put the push/pull device in for electric locks at the same time.
Our list of what we wanted to do to further customize the truck started to get long quickly, stuff like smooth doors and an electric door release instead of door handles. The electric windows and locks were one thing, but building a turbo transmission and installing a heavy duty rear traction bar to keep the rear connected would be more complicated. The El Camino was infamous for the rear end skating around, especially on wet pavement. Air conditioning would be important, some kind of fancy hood opening, special wheels and tires, and lots of chrome under the hood, were all on the list.
When Sandy and Mandy came for supper, they were instantly into the project. They got Dennis aside and said they would help him build a motor and transmission that would be the envy of every kid in the city. When he said he didn't know anything about motors, the girls laughed, saying, "You will, you will."
Bob and Drew thought it would be neat to help out, and Bob got it across that Tim was great at custom work on hot rods.
Sandy and Mandy said that the other two-girl team had built some custom cars and the real squirrelly gay guys were known to do that kind of work. They said they would get them to help too, and would protect Dennis from their bad influences. Drew said that Dan had a ton of body knowledge and figured that he probably had some experience building custom cars.
Kevin told me that from what he had seen, when it came time for the interior, the coachmen that worked for the body swap group and doubled in the RV dealership should be able to handle that easily.
Shawna and Hank were already planning how they were going to paint the truck. When Dennis said he would like it to be sort of like Steve's pickup, Shawna and Hank high-fived each other. That got Shawna and Dennis talking. Since Charlie is never far from Shawna, he picked up that Dennis had done a lot of dirt bike stuff. He told Dennis that his boss was a famous Harley dirt drag racer. As soon as Charlie mentioned Jan's name, he was begging Charlie to take him to meet her. He said he had all kinds of pictures of her. Shawna told Charlie, "Don't let him alone with her, or she'll be plucking tree fruit, if you know what I mean."
Charlie busted out laughing, while Dennis sat there confused. Hank said that might make a good cartoon. That earned him a shoulder punch from Shawna.
Supper and the rest of the evening was taken up with discussions and planning for the project. I think most them wanted to go down to the shop and just build it right then.
Susan reminded the kids that tomorrow was their first day in the new school, so it was time for them to get ready for bed. There wasn't any "Aw Moms" and the family left for the night.
The patio was cleaned up and empty by ten. Sue, Mercy, and I were cleaned up and in bed by ten fifteen, enjoying some leisurely Sunday evening playtime. Mercy mentioned that she thought she could do some match making between Tammy's father, Dennis' new female friend and Juanita. She said she felt the possibility. This enthused Sue, and plans were made to get the two together. The girls then snuggled up to me, saying they were sorry for getting rid of my new toy so fast. Mercy pinched Sue on the nipple and said, "Don't worry, Steve, Sue the hunter will bring home fresh meat soon."
Sue pinched her back and said, "You didn't seem to mind playing with that meal when it was on the table. It even seemed to make you hornier for a while."
Mercy cupped one of Sue's full breasts, "I admit, I did like it. Before that, I kept thinking that one of these little girls was going to steal Steve or you away. Somehow, I now recognize they are for all of our pleasure, and we will still be a unit no matter how many toys we may have to play with."
Mercy then lowered her hand and ran it through Sue's liquid pleasure place, eliciting a moan, "And I'm beginning to be as bad as you are, wanting to play with all of these little girls. They are fun." Then she added, "For all of us."
The conversation became more demonstrative as the two girls merged, showing what they enjoyed doing with these little girls they enticed into our bed. Watching them made me want to participate, so at the first good opportunity, I placed plug 'A' into an available slot 'B, ' and proceeded to plug and unplug until the slot was frothy with my juices. It didn't take long for the other slot 'B' to get plug 'A' ready for a repeat of the exercise. The icing was on the cake, or should I say the whipped 'cream, ' was on the pie after a little churning.
The activities had the desired affect. We all were kissing and loving each other as we drifted off to sleep.