Florida Vacation, Day 5
On Wednesday, our fifth day in Florida, we awoke on our own to Lita's empty house. Wyspurr and I milled about for a long, long while with the same thought. "I hope Brenda gets here soon." We were in mutual agreement that we really liked her and looked forward to seeing her. We didn't have to wait too long, though and with her arrival there was much rejoicing as hugging, cuddling, wrestling, and various minor molestations commenced with zeal until we eventually decided we were all starving and wandered out for KFC.
When we got back from our meal, Lita and her son were home. We shared our leftovers with her, hung around, had a few drinks. Her friend Sean (niftywhitesocks) came over and the lot of us played Scrabble with the additional rule that we could only play dirty words. It wasn't as hard as it might sound. There are a lot of words that can be used in some dirty context. Both before and after our game, there was a lot of wrestling...Lita vs. Sean and Brenda vs. me. It was a lot of laughs, even when Lita got her head slammed into the oven. Things are almost never boring when Lita's around.
After Sean left and Lita went to bed, Wyspurr and I curled onto the futon with Brenda. I'll leave the details for an entry under my long neglected sex filter, but suffice to say that the three of us had a very pleasurable evening that went on for hours. More wonderful than the physical element of our sharing, though, was how beautifully we fit together when we opened our inner selves. It all felt so wonderful and right and I can think of no better way to have ended an evening.
On Wednesday, our fifth day in Florida, we awoke on our own to Lita's empty house. Wyspurr and I milled about for a long, long while with the same thought. "I hope Brenda gets here soon." We were in mutual agreement that we really liked her and looked forward to seeing her. We didn't have to wait too long, though and with her arrival there was much rejoicing as hugging, cuddling, wrestling, and various minor molestations commenced with zeal until we eventually decided we were all starving and wandered out for KFC.
When we got back from our meal, Lita and her son were home. We shared our leftovers with her, hung around, had a few drinks. Her friend Sean (niftywhitesocks) came over and the lot of us played Scrabble with the additional rule that we could only play dirty words. It wasn't as hard as it might sound. There are a lot of words that can be used in some dirty context. Both before and after our game, there was a lot of wrestling...Lita vs. Sean and Brenda vs. me. It was a lot of laughs, even when Lita got her head slammed into the oven. Things are almost never boring when Lita's around.
After Sean left and Lita went to bed, Wyspurr and I curled onto the futon with Brenda. I'll leave the details for an entry under my long neglected sex filter, but suffice to say that the three of us had a very pleasurable evening that went on for hours. More wonderful than the physical element of our sharing, though, was how beautifully we fit together when we opened our inner selves. It all felt so wonderful and right and I can think of no better way to have ended an evening.