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   The Wicked Old Witch At Last Is Dead!!!!



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   Holy Shit, Batman!  It seems like only yesterday that I uploaded Chapter
11!

   Time do fly!  lol

   I am so lackadaisical!

   Please forgive an old man for being so long in getting it up?  lol

   Up on the site, that is!  : )

   I will try to do better!

   Thanks to you who wrote and encouraged.  It means much to me.

   And to all who read:

   God Bless and keep you alway.



   Glasage et Noir





   Chapter 12





   ("When I wake up early in the mor-ning,

   Lift my head, I'm still yawning.

   When I'm in the middle of a dream,

   Stay in bed, float upstream.")

   I was running in place and carrying a huge weight on my shoulders.  I
couldn't understand why there was so much pressure on me or why I was
working so hard to stay in one place while lifting my legs high as I
balanced from left to right, keeping in position.

   Where was I?

   Slowly I came to myself.  My eyes opened and I realized I had been
dreaming.  Perhaps `night-marring' would be more accurate.

   I took inventory: toes to forehead: check.  All is well.  Tongue, teeth,
and nose: check.  Position: flat on my back.

   My eyes were open just a crack.  I remembered where I was.

   Quick check around: I was alone in Carrie's bed.

   Where's Carrie?!

   I heard water running in the bathroom.  It shut off and a moment later
Carrie came into view with a towel around her head.

   That's all she had on.

   I did describe this angel, didn't I?

   Beautiful brown eyes; Aegean features; remarkable torso and limbs.

   Bare mons.

   Beauty in motion!

   She came to me with a radiant smile.  "Good morning, lover," she said.
"Did you sleep well?"

   I had not moved a muscle as she approached.  Her eyes remained locked on
mine as she came to me and leaned down to plant one on me.

   I planted back!

   She let out a soft moan and gently molded her body to mine where I lay.
I wrapped my arms around her and held her tight while our kiss continued.

   ("Never felt like this until I kissed ya.

   How did I exist until I kissed ya?

   Never had you on my mind.

   Now you're there all the time")

   I could feel myself responding.  My member was getting hard.  Real hard.

   There was only a sheet over me.  Carrie's heat was coming right through
it and my cock was tight against her.  I could feel her hips moving left to
right in tiny circles.  She gave a loud moan and pulled her head back,
breaking our kiss.  She regarded me with warm eyes and brought her lips
back to mine with her mouth open and her breath soft upon me.  Our lips
touched, but she kept just enough away that our lips only played upon each
other, without sealing our mouths like before.

   "Mmmmmm, Arthur," she said softly, not pulling her mouth away, "so
didja?" she asked with a soft chuckle.

   I was clueless.

   "Ahhhhmm, what?" I asked.  "Did I what?"

   She laughed and pulled her head up.  Her smile was like the sun.  "Didja
sleep well?" she asked.

   I reached up with my lips and kissed her.  She kissed me back.  Hard.

   "Yes, I did.  I slept like a rock," I said, "and had the strangest
dream!" I wanted to remember the odd imagery that had been my reality just
before waking.  I knew that talking about it was a sure way to fix it in my
recall.  The fact that talking about my dreams also helped me to understand
them was greater motivation.

   Carrie was fully laid out over me.  She still had a towel around her
head and her skin glowed.  She was regarding me with smiling eyes, and her
look was soft and warm.

   "What was happening in your dream?" she asked, as she slid off me to lie
next to me.  She kept one leg over my hip and laid her head on my shoulder.

   I wasn't sure how to explain the dream.  The imagery was plain enough;
it was the feelings those images engendered that gave me pause.

   "I was carrying such a heavy load," I began, "and I was running in
place. Running hard.  I needed to keep running and I had so much weight on
me."

   I thought for a moment about what my purpose was in the dream.  I told
Carrie, "I knew I had to keep going.  I don't have a clue why."

   I felt Carrie's hand making small circles on my stomach.  She turned her
face to look at me.  Her eyes were un-readable.  I returned her look with a
question in my eyes.

   "Arthur, I think you may be stepping outside your boundaries, " she
said.

   She stretched forward and kissed me.  I kissed her back and turned
toward her, taking her in my arms.  She reached down between us and pushed
the sheet away that was covering my lower half.  I maneuvered myself to
make this happen and felt her hand wrap around my hard on.  I carefully
moved so that I was between her legs.  Carrie put her legs around me and
rubbed my backside with her calves.

   Carrie's pussy was so soft and wet, and it gripped me like a glove.  She
was moving fast, grinding herself against me as I stroked into her.  She
was quietly moaning, breathing through her mouth and almost forming words
as she worked herself towards an orgasm.  I could feel her pussy getting
tighter and my own climax was just a minute away.

   All this time we had our eyes open, looking at one another.  I could see
her excitement.  I know she could see mine.  Together we were creating
tremendous heat, such that I was starting to drip sweat off my pecs and my
nose.  Some of it was running down to mix with her pussy juice.

   "Ohhh, Arthur," she moaned.

   "OH, ARTHUR!" she yelled.

   And she came, the force of it causing her to squeeze her eyes and mouth
shut as her come washed through her.  Her pussy tightened up so much that
it sent me over with her.  I grunted as I felt my fluid like liquid fire
traveling through my rod and into her channel.

   Her hands had been holding my biceps the entire time.  As she came, her
grip tightened considerably.  Now that we were coming down from our
pleasure, her arms went around my neck.  She pulled my face to hers and
kissed me.

   "I need another shower, lover," she said with a laugh.  "You just used
up the one I had."

   I could feel the sweat on my back as though it were standing water.  I
knew we had drenched her bedding.

   "Shall we save water?" I asked.

   She mirrored my grin.  "That sounds like a wonderful thing to do.  I
love getting wet with you."

   With that I slid backward and pushed up to a kneeling position on her
bed.  Carrie just lay there for a moment; legs spread wide and pussy
leaking our fluids.  I could not take my eyes from that wonderful sight. 
She was so lovely it took my breath away.

   "I love it when you look at me that way, Arthur," she said.  "It's as
though I can read your mind when you look at me that way."

   I smiled.  "Try to avoid doing that on a regular basis, darling.  A
person could get lost!"

   I laughed at that and she laughed with me.

   "Wide spaces?  Little to see, lover?" she asked with a smirk.  "Perhaps
I would need to drop crumbs along the way?" She chuckled at that, and I
blushed!

   "Thoughtless and hard.  Just the way a man should be!" she said,
laughing hard at her own joke.

   It seemed wise to change the subject!

   I reached out and put my hand on her pussy, sliding my fingers gently in
between her lips.  Carrie squeaked.

   "Hey!" she yelled.  "I'm way too sensitive for that at the moment, sir!"


   She rolled over to the side of the bed and off, rolling up to her feet,
all in one motion.  As soon as she was steady, she turned to face me.

   "Come on, lover!  Lets get wet!" she said and walked away toward the
bathroom.  I got up and followed her in.  As soon as I saw the toilet, I
plopped myself down on it and let out a sigh of relief.

   "Oh, Lord.  No.  Please tell me you're not going to do that right now?"
she said, alarm in her voice and a look of real panic on her face.  She was
standing just at the bath, ready to reach in and turn on the water.  Where
I was sitting was enough to block her in the small apartment sized
bathroom.

   She was at my mercy!!  lol

   "Darling, relax," I said.  "You're in no danger.  I need some food
before that happens.  At least, I usually need food before it happens!" I
said with a smirk.  "All I'm going to do is lose some water," I told her.

   She gave me a look of disbelief.

   "Guys don't sit to pee, do they?" she asked.

   I understood her question.

   "Something I learned from being at swim meets," I said.  "I find it
easier to empty myself this way.  Standing uses muscles that tend to hold
it in.  I do it standing plenty enough; when I have the opportunity to sit,
I sit."

   She continued to regard me with a puzzled look.  Then, she just gave a
tiny shrug and turned to the shower control.  The water came on and she
pulled up the nozzle stopper to make it come out the showerhead.

   "Ready when you are, lover," she said, and with that she stepped in. 
She still had the towel wrapped around her head, and she carefully avoided
getting it in the stream of water.

   Isn't it amazing what can happen and the towel around a woman's head
just doesn't move?

   I think there is a mathematical formula to explain that.

   I know that I can't explain it!  lol

   I was finished with the loo so I got in with Carrie.  She was almost
done as I stepped in so I just made sure her crotch was as clean as it
could get and let her rinse and get right back out.

   A few minutes later I was toweling off, Carrie having already left the
bath.

   I went out to her bedroom and she was not there.  I walked out to the
living room and could hear the sounds of breakfast in her kitchen.

   Food!

   Food good!  lol

   To get an idea of how much I enjoy food, watch how the Frankenstein
Monster behaves as he sits to dine with his new friend down the mountain in
the movie "Young Frankenstein".  The Monster is a perfect example of my own
reaction to food.  (Of course, there's more to that scene than I'm sharing!
lol)

   Food!

   I turned the corner into the kitchen and stopped dead in my tracks.

   "Sugar!  Sugar, are you still here?"

   Crys!

   She was just setting a box of Raisin Bran on the counter.  She launched
herself into my arms and planted a kiss on me that curled my toes.

   She was naked!

   Gloriously, splendidly, stupefying-ly naked!

   Just like me!

   My cock shot up like it was launched from Canaveral.  Crys felt it
against her tummy and started rubbing back and forth on me while our kiss
deepened and our breathing quickened.

   ("Ooh now baby, when you move it makes me

   Really feel so good, oh so good

   And I'm so glad, so glad, so glad, so glad

   And I'm good, oh, so good")

   Only later did it occur to me that there might have been something a bit
incongruous about my standing there in Carrie's kitchen with an amazing
redhead in my arms.

   Such is the power of Crystal's love.

   I was solid gone.  You could have let a bomb off and I could not have
scrounged up any attention for it.

   Crystal lightened up on her side of our kiss and slowly pulled her face
back to look at me.  She smiled and continued rubbing up against me as she
said," Well, sugar, here we are again!" She put a hand against my cheek and
slowly caressed me.  "Do you have any idea how happy you made me last
night, sugar?"

   I was speechless.

   I could not talk.  My mind was almost blank.  What I could think was,
`WOW'.

   That's it.

   WOW.

   Crys started laughing.

   "Oh, sugar, you sure are something!  Do you have any idea how wonderful
you are?" she asked me.  Her smile was so bright!  I could only stand
there, basking in her glow and feeling that thrilling friction from where
our bodies were still rubbing against one another.

   Not being able to speak, I did what I could.  I took action.

   I pulled her to me and kissed her.  I could feel a need from down below
and all I knew was how much I wanted to make love to Crys and make it right
now.

   Without breaking our kiss, I pulled her tighter to me with one arm
around her shoulders and, bending slightly at the waist I reached under her
fantabulous ass with my other arm, lifting her up and off the floor.

   She cried out in surprise.  "Sugar," she said, breaking our kiss," does
this mean you still like me?" She could not stifle a guffaw as I lightly
pinched her ass with the hand closest.

   Even as she was laughing I was already turned and on my way toward the
room where we had made such sweet love the night before.  We reached the
door and I saw that the bed was empty.

   I didn't even think to wonder where Chris was.

   I had important business to attend to and Roomie was gonna hafta see to
his own!  lol

   I walked to the bed and gently laid Crys upon it.  I settled in right
next to her, never letting her out of my arms.  As we came to rest Crys got
a very smoky kind of look in her eyes, like she was tearing up, but not
exactly.

   "Sugar.  Arthur, I'm so happy that we're here," she said, "and I can't
begin to tell you how much I've hoped for this day!"

   Having said that, she pulled me into a fierce embrace and kissed me with
all of her mouth.  Our tongues dueled with each other.  My hand found her
lovely tit and my fingers tweaked her nipple gently, bringing it to full
attention.  Her hand had found my hard cock and was stroking it.

   I moved my hand from her nipple to her pussy.

   Good move!  As soon as I slid a finger between her lips she let out a
moan of pleasure.  I slowly traced my finger up through her slit and onto
her clit.

   Another good move!  lol

   Crys bucked her hips once and screamed into my mouth.  I held on for all
I was worth as she convulsed.  Her come was powerful enough that her scream
lasted a few moments and then turned into a steady hum.  All the while she
kept kissing and stroking me.

   I gently broke our kiss, pulling back to look at this lovely creature
that had so changed my life only twelve hours ago!

   "Oh, God, sugar!  Arthur, honey, I am so glad you got a new girlfriend!"
she said, and laughed gleefully.  "And I'm so glad she likes to share!"

   Girlfriend.

   Share!

   Oh, shit.

   Carrie?

   Carrie!

   Where DID she go?

   Only now did I notice that the water was running in the bathroom next to
this bedroom that Crys and I were using.  It was obviously the shower. 
There was obviously some activity in that shower.

   Curiouser and Curiouser.

   As these thoughts flew through my brain, Crys watched me.

   "Oh, sugar!  Honey, you don't have anything to worry about!  Carrie is
helping her cousin get un-hung-over" she said.  "She came in to check on us
and found him stumbling into the bathroom, so she decided to take care of
him until he could move around on his own."

   Crys still had my cock in her hand.  It had gone soft when I heard
Carrie's name.  I don't think it was her name so much as it was concern
over what may happen if Carrie walked in to discover Crys and I making the
beast with two backs!

   Now I had a quandary.

   My feelings for Crys could not be denied.

   Not even for a moment.

   I could prove it.

   Crys was gently squeezing and rubbing my cock, and it was coming back to
full hard.

   Fast!

   Crys saved me from having to speak.

   "Sugar, please relax?  Carrie and I are agreed that you ARE her
boyfriend.  We decided that you and I are OLD friends, and that all three
of us could become CLOSE friends," she said.  "Arthur, I would rather cut
off a foot than cause trouble here.  I love you.  Always have, always
will."

   She took her hand from my cock and placed it on my face.  She said,"
This is a dream come true for me, sugar.  I won't let it become a
nightmare."

   It came to me quite suddenly that I had said nothing.

   I said, " Crys, I have never been in this situation before.  All I know
is that I love you, and I love Carrie.  And I would never do anything to
hurt either of you." I felt a lump in my chest and my next words were kinda
rough coming out, so to speak.  "This is a dream come true for me, too."

   Crys had small tears rolling away from her eyes as she leaned back into
me for a kiss.  Her hand was again making magic with my cock.

   I was lost in her, overwhelmed at the thought of two women whom I loved
being in love with me.

   Alan Funt was gonna show up any minute, I just knew it!  lol!  All of
life seemed so surreal.  At that moment all I knew was that this was a very
special lady in my arms.

   Crys pulled me on top of her by using leverage: she simply pulled me by
my cock and I gladly followed.  When I was between her legs she put the
head right at her entrance.  She rubbed it back and forth over her clit for
a moment, each swipe accompanied with a soft moan from low in her throat.
This lasted only a few moments and then she made it plain that it was time
to move along!

   "Love me, sugar," she whispered.

   I try to let the lady lead in such matters, so I slid myself in to the
hilt.  Crys let out a hiss of delight as I ground my pubic bone against
hers.  Her eyes were tightly shut and she was concentrating on her pussy,
her body shaking as it snapped and shuddered around my rod.  Her arms
tightened around my neck as she rode her orgasm.

   It was exquisite.

   It was intense.

   It was making me come!

   I growled as my seed shot into her hole and I was close to blacking out.
I could see stars behind my eyes.  My come felt like a series of little
pleasure pebbles traveling through my tube.

   We ground to a halt, Crys holding me tight to her body.  I felt so at
peace, and it was an effort to push up and away from her.

   "No, sugar.  Please, stay right here," she whispered.  I stopped trying
to move and just held her.

   We lay that way for several minutes.  As we lay there, we heard soft
murmurs from the bathroom.  The water stopped running in there and we heard
the sounds of the sink and the toilet.

   Toilet!

   "Ummm.  Crys, I gotta move," I said.  "I need to take care of
something!"

   She smiled at me.  "Sugar, don't go far, I want to have breakfast with
you and Carrie."

   I smiled back.  "I'll be just across the apartment for a few minutes.  I
should be right back."

   With a kiss I eased myself off of her and made my way to Carrie's
bathroom.

   Praise God for bathroom windows that open!  lol

   I realized that I was once again in need of a shower and took a
two-minute blast.  I dried off and got my shorts on, knowing that Chris
would now be up and around.  He and I had never avoided nudity around each
other, but we had never been naked together with anyone else.

   New territory!

   I walked out of Carrie's room, hearing sounds once again that meant food
was being handled in her kitchen.  As I walked in, all three of them were
clothed and busy collecting something to breakfast with.

   Chris was the first to meet my gaze.  "So, roomie!  Sleep well?" he
asked with a grin.  He appeared to be none the worse for wear after his
partying, but I could see the lines around his eyes and I knew it took a
toll upon him.

   "Yeah, man.  Like a rock," I said.

   Carrie moved to me and put her arms around me, tuning her face up to me
with an expectant look.  I kissed her and held her face between my hands.
"What's for breakfast?" I asked.

   Crys snickered at this.  "Sugar," she said, "how about another piece of
pie?" At this, she and Carrie started laughing.  Carrie turned to see Crys
and they laughed harder as their eyes locked, looking at one another with
conspiratorial glee.

   Are women telepathic with each other?

   I started blushing.  Carrie looked at me and hugged me tighter. 
"Arthur, you can have all the pie you want when you're at my house!" she
said through her laughter.  I was probably turning very red by this time.
The whole idea of two beautiful women talking like this with me was
revelatory.  To be sure, this was a first in this life for me.

   While the three of us were chatting, my roomie was busy at the table,
having taken a chair and getting his breakfast underway.  I heard the milk
pouring out of the container in his hand and suddenly my hunger hit me full
strength.  Taking Carrie by her shoulders, I pushed away gently and told
her, "Gotta eat, darling!"

   At that, all three of us sat down at the table with Chris and dug in. 
Our discussion was very light and we all carried on as though this were
just another day on planet earth for us.

   ("Hit me with your rhythm stick!

   Hit me!  Hit me!

   Das Is Gut, C'est Fantastique!

   Hit me!  Hit me!  Hit me!!!")

   When the impossible comes to pass, it is often wise to just let it
gently be.  I knew enough to not go where trouble may wait; my lovers were
here with me, even if I could not believe what I was doing and how it had
come to be this way.  What I did know was very easily and simply put into
just a few sentences.

   I loved Carrie.

   I loved Crystal.

   Hell.

   I even loved my roomie.  I just didn't fuck him!  lol

   And, I had no idea what tomorrow would bring.  I mean, I knew what I
wanted out of tomorrow, and next week, next month, ad infinitum.

   But last night and today had skewed that; as the general in war is wont
to say, "This changes everything!" I could already see wild hopes and
fancies arising at the horizon of my imagination: tonite, tomorrow, and
next week....

   "Honey bear, when do you go to work?" Crys asked.  I looked up from my
cereal to see her looking at my roomie.  `Honey bear' was the affectionate
tag she put on him shortly after we'd all met.  It was on the same day she
started calling me `Sugar', or `Chef-Boy'.  I loved the way she had a pet
name for people she cared about.  I had worked with her plenty enough to
know that she did not give pet names to those she did not hold in high
esteem.  She seemed to always maintain a good attitude toward just about
everyone, but it was always very clear to you whether or not she considered
you to be special.

   Chris and I had been special to her right from the start.

   As of the night before, I had only begun to realize just how special we
were in her eyes.

   And in her heart.

   Chris said, "I need to get going as soon as I finish eating.  I've got
an interview for a Chef's position and I need to get properly dressed. 
Can't show up wearin' them nasty old whites, now can I."

   You could have pushed me over with a feather.

   "No shit?!" I asked him.  "No shit!?  Where?  This is awesome!" I said
with a grin.

   Chris grinned back at me.  He said, "No shit, roomie!  I heard about the
opening and went to talk with the owner about two weeks ago.  His current
chef is moving back to California.  He's not in a hurry to replace him
because he has such a strong crew.  He's going to be very careful whom he
brings in.  He's taken the last couple of weeks to check me out.  I got a
call from him yesterday at the kitchen to see him." He looked at each of
us. "Today; at 11 this morning."

   Chris looked at me very closely.  "You cool with it?" he asked.

   We had always made plain to each other that we would continue in our
career paths as opportunity and circumstance made it possible.  Each of us
had now invested the requisite number of years in our trade to feel ready
to `move up' to being Executive Chefs at most any restaurant.

   "I am seriously cool with it, roomie, " I said.  "I think you are more
than ready."

   Chris looked down at the table, then back to me.  "I know I will have to
be there a lot more than I am working now.  It will take most of my day for
the first couple of years."

   He thought for a minute, and then turned to look at Crys and Carrie.  "I
am gonna miss you guys.  I think he'll offer the job to me today, and I'm
going to accept.  When I do, I will only be able to give two weeks to my
current job.  And, I'll be spending a few hours early at the new job before
going in at night to finish up my two weeks."

   He looked most pointedly at Crys as he said this, only glancing at
Carrie as he finished.  Crys looked back at him with a soft smile around
her lips.  She had a look of deep affection and something else.  It would
be a few minutes before I recognized that look.  It was the look of
respect.

   "Honey bear, you'll do fine.  I know how much you've wanted to do this,
" she said, " and you can count on me to help out any way I can."

   With that she leaned up and over the table to kiss him very lightly on
the lips.  Chris met her lips and then he leaned back in his chair.

   "I'm done with breakfast, my friends.  I've gotta getta move on!" he
said.  He looked at Carrie.  "I'll stop in later if you're going to be
here, after my shift?" he asked her.

   Carrie stood up as he did, and she put her arms around him.  She hugged
him fiercely, not speaking.  Chris responded to her, putting his arms
around her.  He rested his cheek on top of her head, and they just stood
that way.  Crys took that opportunity to move to them and she put her arms
around both of them, as best she could.

   The three of them stayed like that for several moments, then Chris
cleared his throat.

   "I better move it," he said.  He leaned down and gave Crys a peck on the
lips, then did the same to Carrie.

   "Honey bear, both of us will be here when you're done tonight.  Don't
even think of not showing up!" Crys told him with a smile.

   Carrie said, "I know you'll need to unwind, Cuz."

   Chris just looked at them.

   "I dig you chicks, but duty calls!" he said, and laughed.  They both
stepped back as he moved around the table to exit the room.  Before he went
two steps I was up on my feet with my hand out to him.  I was between him
and the way out, so he had to stop and look at me.

   "You're an excellent chef, roomie," I said, " and that owner will prove
it by hiring you today."

   Chris took my hand, but he pulled on it, yanking me forward into his
arms.  I was mildly surprised, but went with it, hugging him up a good one.
We stood like that for several seconds, and then he let me go and walked
around me to Carrie's front door.

   "Roomie," I said.

   He stopped at the door, one foot already through it, and looked back at
me.

   "You're the best," I said.

   He smiled.

   "I'll try to keep that in mind when he starts talking about money!" he
said, and then laughed uproariously as he walked on, the door slamming
behind him.

   ("If you see me walking down the line

   With my favorite honky tonk in mind.

   Well I'll be here about suppertime

   With my can of dinner and a bunch of fine

   Beer drinkers and hell raisers")

   Only then did I realize: I still had no idea which restaurant Chris was
going to!

   I musta been distracted.

   I turned back to look at my two loves.

   Where had my life gotten to that I even had such thoughts?  I had gone
so long without anyone.

   Now there are two?

   Well.

   Someone has been walking on the moon, right?

   Well, then.

   I wasn't the first to be in love with two, was I?

   I didn't think so.

   These were the thoughts that flashed through what was left of my mind as
I gazed upon two very beautiful and happy ladies.  Both of who were looking
at me with fond affection.

   "Well, Chef-Boy," Crys said, "looks like its just we three left to carry
on." She smirked at me.  She and Carrie had their arms round one another's
shoulders.  They were wearing long t-shirts.

   They looked so sexy.  At this moment, both of them were shining brightly
at the headlights, as my Uncle John liked to say.  Color wise, they were a
study in contrasts.  Red, Black, White, and Dark.

   Man.

   This must be Heaven!

   I held my arms out toward them.

   ("Oooh Baby,

   I needed the shelter of someone's arms

   And there you were.

   I needed someone

   To understand my ups and downs.

   And there you were.")

   Both of them came to me and wrapped me in their arms.  One was on either
side of me.  Crys was much taller than Carrie, and she had her arms on
Carrie's Shoulders.  I wrapped each of them in an arm and we stayed like
that for several minutes.

   My eyes were closed.  I was floating.  I could not remember feeling this
quiet and being so at peace since childhood.

   Crys moved first.  She let us go, and stepped over to the counter.  She
started cleaning up the breakfast things.  I looked at Carrie and she was
looking up at me.  I smiled and moved us toward Crys.  We separated and
pitched in with the task at hand.  In no time, it was done.

   I grabbed a banana from Carrie's counter, peeled it and ate it in two
bites.  Carrie watched this with amusement.  Crys caught all of this and
said, "Oh, Carrie, you haven't really had a chance to see Chef-Boy really
go at it, have you?" Crys chuckled, and she turned to me and said, "Arthur,
you need to take this baby to the all-you-can-eat sometime!  Let her see
what a real professional does with an opportunity!"

   This caused Carrie to join in with the laughter.  I maintained my
aplomb. After all, I was among loved ones.  A little teasing wouldn't hurt
me.  Make me blush, maybe.  But it wouldn't hurt.

   I dropped the peel in the trash as the ladies made their way out of the
kitchen.  They walked out to the living room and plopped themselves down on
the couch.  I was right behind them, watching the show.  I was entranced by
the play of fabric on flesh as their t-shirts moved in time to the flexing
of their behinds.

   What a marvelous show.

   Carrie could tell what I'd been watching as she came to rest on the
couch.  She smiled at me, and patted the cushion between she and Crys.

   I can take a hint.

   I put myself between them, and they molded themselves to me.

   Carrie said, "I want to stay like this until tomorrow."

   Crys answered, "Mmmm, yeah.  Perfect.  Lets do it."

   I knew that it was either time to get to the pool, or, officially
declare this an `off' day.

   My loves made up my mind for me.

   Carrie ran her hand down my front, slowly caressing my stomach.  Her
hand was edging closer and closer to my crotch.  Finally, it made it there,
and she very gently rubbed her hand over my cock.  As soon as she grasped
it, Crys added her hand to the fray.

   "Oh my, Chef-Boy!  You are just full of surprises!" Crys said.

   I was just starting to think of what surprises I should plan for the
remainder of this morning....









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