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 Deanna by: Dr.  Paco Jones
   copyright 2012
   Chapter 10 - Tara's next to last trip
   The six months that Tara was living with us was over before we knew it.
It was bittersweet, as the three of us had formed an incredibly tight
loving relationship.  As strange as it may sound to most, Tara was a very
welcome and active part of Dee's and my love.  In all the activities you
would never guess that she was Dee's mother, only a friend that looked like
a clone of Dee.
   She only expects to be gone about 9 or 10 months this trip with about a
4 month break when she comes back.  When she goes back after that vacation
she'll have about fourteen months hopefully a little less and then into
retirement.  She'll retire at that point with about $80M in the bank.  She
will never have financial worries and at her behest, I'm already making
sure that what she has in the bank presently is invested, appropriately
diversified to ensure that it will always be there and grows at a decent
rate.
   No Bernie Madoff's in this portfolio.  One of the projects I've done for
fun is to write a program that keeps track of investments.  It knows what
you have, where it's invested and evaluates the alternatives within your
set parameters.  The output will tell you if you need to further diversify,
stay where you are, dump something you've already milked as much as you
can, or take some cash and buy.  It took me a couple years to get the data
collection and evaluation portion working accurately.  It pulls in a lot of
data, from a few thousand points before it does its machinations to spit
out the results.  It's only been the past year or so that I've trusted it
enough to truly use it.
   I'm actually moving some of her money into the same investments I've had
mine in for years.  Over all the market crashes, economic downturns and
thievery that's been going on lately my portfolio has appreciated an
average of 18% per year with the exception of the last two years.  My
programs data shows that those drops in growth were predictable, and can be
positively traced to the lack of oversight and control by the government's
band of thieves.
   At the airport it was once again a tearful departure, but Tara is very
focused and driven to finish what she's started and be out of the way in 2
years, plus or minus a few months.
   Being an integral part of a high tech start-up that 'built a better
mousetrap', it has been up to Tara to ensure that the
manufacturing/assembly of their product is done to standards.  In
performing that function she re-designed about 30% of the product to add
simplicity and reliability.  Those improvements did not go un-noticed by
her management team.
   They manufacture all the components here in the USA and have the
assembly done off shore.  Any idiot can place parts, stuff the machine that
stuffs the parts, solder or run a wave solder machine to make things
happen. The devices would be assembled here except American labor can't
compete.
   Generally they do shoddy work and demand high wages.  Offshore the
assembly is extremely well done, at a quarter of the labor costs.  Tara's
company didn't want to do the offshore assembly, but the negotiations with
the US companies went nowhere and finally broke down because of greedy
unions and incompetent management.
   Both Dee and I are looking forward to Tara's permanent occupation of the
new part of the house we'll be building over the next six months.  The plan
is to have it ready for her when she returns the next time.
   I'm adding another very large master bedroom and bathroom for her that
will be very similar to the one I built for myself and now share with Dee.
   All the while this was happening my work was increasing exponentially.
I'm giving serious consideration to retiring along with Tara, but my work
is so 'easy' it would be silly to pass up all that government money at 32
or 33.
   The real consideration is that I don't need the money any longer; Dee
and I are set.  I don't want to end up resembling the greedheads I talk
about while in reality I'm costing those greedheads billions in un-earned
revenue.
   I say it's 'easy' and on the surface I guess it is, but it requires a
lot of intense research.  That research puts me in the den with lions
because I dig into what's real and not what's profitable.  I look at the
long term and not just the next quarterly report.  It's still amazing to me
how inefficient the defense procurement system really is.
   I do give a lot to charities, and programs that benefit people on the
street, but I've still got plenty.  Though she'll never have to work for an
income, I'm going to ensure that Dee does work to show her that it can be
very grueling if you choose the wrong path.  I got very lucky and so did
Tara.  We are exceptions, and not the rule.  Dee is smart enough; I may
take her as a partner and teach her how I do what I do.  It's really not
rocket science, but it does deal with rockets at times.
   Don't get me wrong.  Dee understands the value of a dollar.  She's
constantly choosing things of a lesser cost, which are generally of a
lesser quality.  She doesn't want to feel like she's taking advantage of
me. I have to figure out a way to make her understand that she isn't taking
advantage.  She's getting quality and it will last a lot longer and will
actually look a whole lot better than the items she's choosing.  It's a
good thing I shop with her!
   It's like tools.  I was always taught to buy the best because you will
only buy them once.  That is so true.  A majority of my mechanical tools
are either Craftsman or Snap-on.  Yes, they are a little more expensive,
but I'm just 31 but I have tools that were bought for me when I was 10 and
11 that are still in just as good a shape and work just as well as the day
they came to me.  I've also broken my share of things like breaker bars.  I
take them in and get a new one, no questions asked, quality for the dollar.
   The Caddy was done with all of those tools, and the present project car,
a Porsche 911 RSR will be done with the metric versions of the same tools.
It hasn't been that long since I'd raced the RSR but work caused me to
'retire'.  Once we get it restored I am looking forward to taking it to the
track and doing laps, lots of laps.  I'll probably even teach Dee to drive
it, though when I think about it seriously, I figure it may not be that
good an idea to show Dee the thrill of real speed.  Her Miata is one thing,
but an RSR is a whole different ball of wax.
   I actually have three RSR's to restore, but one, the first, was going to
be a gift unbeknownst to the recipient.  I just hoped it didn't cause a
heart attack.
   I also had three 935's that were all in pretty good shape and will
require a minimum of work to get them show quality.
   All but the one RSR that was being presently worked on were in crates
being stored.  It was going to be at least five years worth of restoration
fun for Jim and me.
   During this absence Deanna had her 17th birthday.  Tara sent her gift in
an envelope so now Dee is also set up with a good growth portfolio.  The
look on her face was priceless when she counted the zeros.  There were five
and a five preceded them, so it was a good start for her.
   Now when she tried to tell me she was doing something lesser so she
didn't take advantage of me, I'd just tell her to use her own money.  The
light bulb went off and the quality of things that came into the house rose
exponentially.
   She always had a smile when she was able to purchase things with her own
cash and not have to rely on my card.  Of course, she didn't know that I
kept track of what she was spending and put the amounts back into her
account without her knowing.  She figured it out eventually, but my point
had been made.
   On her birthday we did the club and danced until the cows came home
before we headed back to the house.
   Once we got back we both collapsed on the living room love seat and
didn't wake up until nearly noon the next day.
   I was having this great dream about an incredible blowjob but I was
waking up far too soon, as I hadn't blasted off yet.
   As I started to become more aware of my surroundings, I looked to find
Dee between my legs with my cock buried deep in her mouth.  She was bobbing
up and down with relish and noticed I was awake now and took her mouth off
of my cock long enough to give me a big smile and a, "Good morning lover.
I'm trying to extract the topping for my breakfast," before she took my
cock all the way into her throat and started undulating with her throat to
milk me like her pussy.
   I was so close by this time that she pulled her head up to the tip and
started swirling her tongue around the head as I was nearing the edge.
   "Ahhhhhh, Deeeeeee.  Here it comes baby.  Ohmigod," I was gasping out
now.
   As my cock exploded into her mouth I heard her slurping every last drop
as she kept her mouth and head actively milking every last drop from my
balls.
   When I was finished and had collapsed, Dee moved slowly up my body
kissing and licking as she moved, pausing at my nipples to suck and bite on
them.  She made a short pause near my neck and felt her putting a little
hickey right at the top of my chest.  She never put them where a shirt
wouldn't hide them, but still, how juvenile.
   "It's nobody's business," she'd say.  "I do it for you.  When you see it
in the mirror you'll think of me and my pussy."
   When she was done with the vampire action she was up looking me in the
eyes with an incredibly loving look.  She kissed me very passionately,
playing tongue tag for a few minutes before pulling away a bit and saying,
"We need to get cleaned up and fed honey, Carol will be over about 7pm for
a visit."
   I'd forgotten that already.  Damned ADD, causing the misfiling of
information again, and it's been that way all of my life, you'd think I'd
be used to it by now.  It would be ok; we had the better part of the day to
prepare.
   "Tommy, I have to ask, so I hope you don't mind," quietly speaking to
me.
   She had a strangely shy look on her face, so I didn't quite know what to
expect.
   She continued, "Is Carol the same Carol that you and Mom made love to
when you were seeing the gay women?"
   I smiled at her then started to chuckle, as I answered, "No honey.  That
Carol would be almost 32 or 33 by now and you can see that our club friend
Carol is maybe in her early to mid 20's."
   She nodded slowly acknowledging, then laughing when she thought about
it. I knew why she'd asked the question, but I wasn't going to say anything
about it.
   "Tommy.  I want to make love with her if she'll do that with me," she
whispered.  "And I hope she won't mind if I want you to watch and maybe
join in."
   "We'll just have to play that by ear honey, but I'm sure that Carol is
bi-sexual so you shouldn't really have a big problem getting her into our
bed.  She may be a little reluctant because of your age, but that's between
you and her to reconcile."
   So with that, we moved our lazy asses off of the living room couch and
made our way up to the master bath for a long joint shower.
   We soaped and washed each other gently paying special attention to those
special places from which we derived the most pleasure.
   I had just finished washing and rinsing Deanna and was kissing her
lovingly and when we parted, she looked up at me and took my hands pulling
me after her.  She got over to the stone seat and while looking lustfully
into my eyes slowly lowered herself to a seated position.
   As she looked up to me with my hands in hers, she started putting
downward pressure onto my hands pulling me down to her.  She kissed me
tenderly and looked directly into my eyes and whispered to me, "Tommy, Eat
me.  Please?"
   She didn't have to ask me twice.  I moved down onto my knees and with my
hands being released cupped each of her breasts softly caressing the firm
orbs and paying special attention to her nipples, pulling and twisting them
gently but with gusto.
   She let out a loud moan, "Oh god baby.  That's soooooo good."
   I smiled at her and moved my face down between her knees and started
licking at her knees up her inner thighs towards her mons.  Each time I got
close to her slit I moved my tongue to the other thigh nibbling, licking
and kissing up and down until she was shaking in anticipation.
   I moved my face and tongue to a spot just above her pussy in that
smoothly shaved area where her pubic hair would be and began there by
nipping the very top of her keyhole trying to coax the little soldier out
from its hiding place.  I lightly moved my tongue up and down the outside
of her outer lips dipping into the slit quickly to get a taste of her
nectar.
   She was going crazy by this time, moaning loudly, and pulling my hair
with her hands trying to force my face into her pussy proper, but I knew
what would send her off into the mystical land she wanted to visit.
   Although she was trying to force my face, I continued to lick and caress
with my lips those tight pussy lips and moving my tongue from the bottom to
the top slowly, and gently but quite deliberately.  I felt the shudder of
her entire body as she let out a loud gurgling wail, and as the shuddering
got more intense, turning to twitching.
   I took one finger, slowly pushed it into her soaking pussy to the first
knuckle, and began to rotate around the entrance to her nether world. 
While my finger was working on the entrance to her vagina, I continued
moving my tongue from bottom to top of her tight slit but forcing between
those outer lips to stimulate the inner areas and when at the top of the
stroke I'd always find that little nubbin begging for attention.
   After eliciting about 4 rolling orgasms from her body, she was nearing
collapse.  Her breathing was becoming heavy and forced, her moaning
incessant.  Even while moaning constantly she was purring from deep in her
throat like a cat.  This woman was incredible, but it was time to bring her
to a final climax.
   I began the finale by nibbling on her thighs and outer lips again. 
Pushing my tongue into her slit with some force, I inserted my finger
deeply into her pussy turning it so that I could hook at the top of her
tunnel massaging her "g-spot".  While doing all of that I took her clit
into my mouth, flicking it with my tongue and humming on it.
   Deanna literally exploded.
   She screamed out, while grabbing me by the hair and trying to insert my
head into her pussy.  I'm sure that's what she had in mind and she seemed
very insistent.  I suppose I could have wiggled my ears.
   Her body stiffened, arched, then began to twitch and undulate
incredibly. I had to hold her and pull her off the stone seat to lay her on
the tile floor keeping her from falling and hurting herself.
   I kept my tongue working the lips and thighs as her orgasm continued on.
The moans were shouts of ecstasy and her body was wiggling incredibly,
while I began working up her body kind of quickly to hold her in my arms.
The water pounding on her didn't seem to interrupt anything.
   She was breathing very heavily and almost sounded like she was gasping,
but it wasn't really gasping.  Her eyes were fluttering open and closed and
her eyes rolled into the back of her head a few times.  I reached up to
turn off the water so we could concentrate on her recovery rather than her
drowning.
   After about ten minutes she started to become "normal" again.  Her
breathing was normalizing, her eyes were open but dilated, and she was
staring at me with a slightly twisted grin.
   I could tell she was trying to say something, but was still unable to
form the words.
   I was stroking her hair and her shoulders, whispering sweet nothings and
expressions of love into her ears.  She was slowly coming out of the
orgasmic `stupor' that she had so forcefully entered.
   "Dee.  I'm sorry honey.  I didn't mean for you to cum that hard."
   "Tommy good god no, don't apologize.  It was wonderful.  Ohmigod, just
hold me."
   "I'll hold you forever lover.  I can't believe that I did that to you.
There was no way you were ready for that.  I'm so sorry honey."
   She was starting to come out of it totally and was able to turn herself
in my arms and look at me with those baby blue 'puppy dog' eyes, and
started to peck at my lips, my nose and my eyes in a very loving way.
   "You have nothing to apologize for Thomas.  That was the most intense
and wonderful experience of my life.  I can't wait for you to do that
again, but maybe next time in our bed instead of on the rock and tile," she
whispered with a chuckle.
   "But you can do one more thing for me right now if you will."
   "What's that love?  If I can you know I will."
   "Tommy, lay me back here on the floor and give me your cock.  I want to
feel you inside me after being eaten like that."
   I gently lay her back onto the tile floor seeing the desire in her eyes;
I tenderly placed myself between her spread legs and slowly inserted my
cock into her waiting vagina.
   She moaned loudly as I reached the far depths of her womanhood and just
held my dick deeply inside her.  Her hips started shoving back at my
thrusts and our eyes never wavered from the other.  The desire in her eyes
was something I haven't seen lately.  She wanted to be fucked and fucked
thoroughly.
   I proceeded to do just that.  The feeling in her tight sheath was
nearing me towards my own climax, her pussy milking me like a hand on a
cow's teat.
   "Cum in me baby.  Please cum in me.  Oh god I want to feel your hot
swimmers flood my pussy."
   "I'm very close Dee, it won't be long now...  AHHHHHHgodddd...  here it
comes baby."
   Her back arched up and her pussy flew up to me as I pushed my cock into
her as deeply as I could and spewed my offering deep inside her."
   "Oh god Tommy.  I wish we were making a baby with this bunch.  I've
never felt more love, more desire to give you a baby than I do right this
moment."
   "Soon enough lover.  We'll be making babies sooner than you might
imagine," I said to her with a very serious look.
   "Oh baby.  I would love to conceive our baby right now, with your cock
buried inside me holding your fertile sperm in a fertile womb."
   I smiled at her knowing that we'd be trying to make a baby within a year
or so because I planned to have the wedding when her mother got home from
her last trip.  It would also put off that suggestion she'd made to
impregnate her mother at the same time.
   We lay there with my cock remaining inside her for what seemed like
hours, but was only about 20 minutes.  I warned her then using the remote
turned the water back on so that we could wash again.  We certainly didn't
want to smell like sex when Carol came over in a few hours.
   The shower turned off, we each took a towel and dried each other softly.
It was a few hours before Carol was supposed to come for a visit, so when
we lay down to take a quick power nap; I set the alarm for an hour before
Carol's scheduled arrival.
   Dee and I napped for a couple hours and when I regained consciousness I
opened my eyes to a pair of baby blues and a huge smile.
   "Hey sleepyhead...  "
   I smiled at her and asked, "What time is it?"
   "It's time to get our lazy asses out of bed and get ready for Carol,"
she giggled.
   "Oh that's right," I sleepily replied.  "I guess we should put some
clothes on and make a goodie tray."
   "Yeah, but we have an hour so there's no rush," Dee said while getting
up to dress.
   I followed a few minutes later.  We went downstairs to the kitchen to
make up the munchies tray we had decided to do.  We had a quick game of
grab ass and a minor food fight tossing celery sticks at each other, before
we put the peanut butter or cream cheese in them.
   Right on time, there was a light knock at the door, which Dee answered
quickly.  She welcomed Carol with a hug and a quick kiss.  Carol returned
the kiss despite any reservations she may have had about Dee's true age.
   Dee took her by the hand and led her to the living room area where we
had set up the food tray and when they passed I asked what each wanted to
drink.
   Dee had her usual Cuba Libre while Carol had JD on the rocks like I do.
I smiled at them letting them know I'd be there in a few minutes.
   Dee and Carol were animated in their conversation and I had to chuckle
standing at the bar watching while I mixed drinks, such as it was.  I could
only imagine where the conversation was going.
   The subject became apparent when I walked in with the drinks and both of
the ladies turned to me with big smiles.
   Oh oh, I'm in trouble, was the first thing that went through my pea
brain.  Whatever the trouble, I was sure to be in the middle of it knowing
Dee.
   Sitting next to Dee on the couch I handed each their drinks.  Each of
the girls sipped their drinks while continuing their previous conversation.
   Dee asked, "So, when was the last time you were here?" This got my
attention immediately.  Dee knew that Carol and I had been bed partners at
one time.
   "Oh, it's been a couple years Dee.  I found a guy so I stopped seeing
Tom and by the time I'd finally figured out the dude was a total loser, you
were here."
   "But it took me 6 months to get him in bed," Dee said with a smile.
   "It still didn't seem right to just come over to fuck him while you were
here.  If I'd known you were scheming on him, I may have stopped by to salt
the mine," Carol giggled.  "I'm not so sure that would have worked out too
well though, because you would have seen me as 'the enemy' and we couldn't
be friends."
   "Yeah, I guess you're right," Dee answered.  "Well, I'm glad it's not an
issue because I like you Carol, you seem to be a very fun person to be
around.  Tommy said you were and now we have a chance to get to know each
other better and I like that!"
   "Dee, Tom wouldn't answer my question directly when I asked him.  Could
I ask you?"
   Shit.  I knew where this was going.  It was going to happen sooner or
later, but I'd kind of hoped for later.  Given Dee's designs on Carol, I'm
sure Carol was trying to get a feel for the ramifications.
   Dee looked at her with a wry smile and said, "Seventeen Carol, but
between friends it doesn't make any difference.  At least not to me."
   Carol looked at me and shook her head with a laugh.  "Fucking cradle
robber.  Tom, I'm surprised at you."
   "I don't know why Carol," I replied.  "I told you I'd found my life's
mate.  Trust me, I didn't expect one quite so young, but as her mother has
said on a lot of occasions, 'it was meant to be'."
   "I guess," Carol lamented.  Then looking at Dee, "You're quite a young
lady, you know that don't you?"
   Blushing Dee just nodded her head with a smile.
   Looking at Dee I explained, "Carol knows of my crush on your mom Dee
though she didn't meet her until the night at the club."
   "I could see why you were madly in love with her Tom, and why you're now
madly in love with Dee.  They're damned near twins."
   "Thank you," Dee whispered.  "To be compared with my mom that way is
very flattering."
   "It's true Dee.  You and your mom could be mistaken for twins from a
short distance.  I could see the difference right away, but I was only a
couple feet away," Carol explained.  "When you and your mom came in
together, it was obvious to me and it made me wonder how old you were."
   "Well, at that time I was still sixteen and I enjoyed being at the club.
Not because it was fooling anyone, but I enjoyed being treated like an
adult."
   "Well you certainly looked and acted the part," Carol said with a
chuckle.
   Dee just smiled at Carol, then turned to me with a grin, "Do you think
you can occupy yourself for a while sweetie?  I'd like to get to know Carol
a little better."
   "Oh, I'm sure I can manage kitten.  I'll just go into the office and
work on a couple of proposals I've been putting off.  The clients are
getting a little antsy so it'll be time well spent."
   Then looking at both with an evil grin, "Have fun!"
   I picked up my drink and headed on into the office while Dee took Carols
hand and led her up the stairs.  "I'm sure they will have a great time
getting to know each other intimately," I thought to myself with a laugh.
   Sitting down in front of the computer, I finalized my proposals, all
five of them, and made them ready for the clients action.
   I'd just sent the last of them for the clients review, critique and
acceptance when Dee popped her head in the door and asked if it was ok to
come in.
   "Of course honey, you know you're always welcome."
   "I don't want to interrupt your train of thought Tommy.  I know that it
is a problem at times," she said with a wry smile.
   "Nope, I'm all done this time.  I've just sent them off for approvals,
so we'll see if I need to do any modifications in the next couple days.  If
not, I should get a good check in a month or two."
   With a smile she said, "Well, it's none of my business really, but how
much is this batch going to bring in?"
   I chuckled because it's not very often that Dee even thinks about income
much less asks.  "It should be around six and a half sweetie," I said with
a smile.
   Dee's jaw dropped like a rock, "For an hour and a half's work?"
   "Well it's only taken me an hour and a half to put the finishing touches
on it Dee, but there's probably fifty or sixty hours in the whole batch."
   "Still, that's a lot of money," she observed.
   "Yeah, but if all of the proposals go as outlined, it will save you and
me about three hundred billion over two years.  What I'm getting is way
less than one tenth of one percent, so in the over all picture, it's really
not that much."
   Dee just shook her head but understood the math.  "Hey, the reason I
came down is that Carol feels satisfied but empty.  I thought it would be
nice if you could fill that void."
   "Fill that void, aye?" I chuckled.  "Just what do you have in mind
Missy?"
   "Oh, I thought I'd come down and grab you, force you into submission
while I remove your clothes and point you at a pair spread legs with a very
tasty pussy between them."
   "Oh you did, did you?" I said with a smile.
   Dee gave me a shy look with a grin, "Yeah.  I've warmed it up for you,
so really all you need to do is put the meat in to simmer."
   Then with a more serious look, "She really needs it Tommy, and it's not
like you two haven't done it before.  Please?"
   "You don't have to 'beg' Dee, I'll be more than happy to come up and
give Carol what she needs."
   Dee's grin was priceless while she waited for me to shut down the
computer and make my way from behind the desk.  She took me by the hand and
led me to the bedroom like a lamb to the slaughter.
   Carol was splayed out on the bed with a Cheshire grin on her face,
obviously having been worked over by Miss Dee.  When she saw the both of us
come in the room her grin got even wider.
   Dee made short work of removing my coverings, and led me to the bed
where I looked down at the beautiful 23-year-old woman that needed a
serious fucking.
   "Thank you Tom," she whispered.  "Dee is a wonderful lover, and I'm sure
I'll partake some more, but I feel really empty right now.  It's been a
while since I've had a real cock inside my pussy, and I know yours can do
the job very nicely."
   Dee chuckled as I began to kneel on the bed over Carol's prone body.  I
leaned down to kiss her allowing her to put her hand behind my head and
hold me for her return.  Our tongues played tag for quite some time as our
passion passed between us.
   I knew she didn't need any of my foreplay because Dee had already had
her way.  I kneeled between Carols welcoming spread legs and lowered myself
until my stiff cock rubbed up and down her soaked slit for a few seconds
before dropping into position.
   When everything was lined up, I pushed gently letting the outer labia
know that an intruder was at the door and wanted past.  Having the
password, the outer lips parted allowing me full access to the warmth
within.  My cock made a slow smooth entrance to Carol's womanhood and in no
time I was buried to the balls inside her wetness causing her to let out a
loud groan of pleasure.
   Our eyes met as I let myself hold steady to give her the full feeling.
Her hands came up to pull my face to hers giving me a tender kiss to tell
me that it was exactly what she needed.
   After a few minutes of just reveling in the feeling of her warm sheath I
began a slow rhythm, pulling partway out slowly, then plunging back in just
as slowly.
   She went over the edge a couple times in the first few minutes of this
slow motion activity, and then looking me right in the eyes whispered,
"Fuck me Tom.  I need it hard and fast.  Please, fuck me like there's no
tomorrow."
   I smiled down at her nodding my head, and began to pound in and out of
her with abandon.  She held on tight for the ride and through the moans and
groans of pleasure was grunting, "Yes...  Yes...  Yes...  I need this..."
   After a small visit to the valley, I could feel her building up to a
monster explosion, so pacing myself to bring it out to its maximum, I kept
up the mad plunges forcing her breasts to bounce all over her chest.  I
could feel her muscles begin to pulse while my balls began to bubble forth
with the offering that I had been holding back.
   With an incredibly loud scream she arched up to me with a stiffening
body.  Her muscles were in full on spasm all over, but the vaginal array
were pulling me in further and milking me for every last drop it could get
when I exploded inside her.  When she felt the first spurt, she hollered,
"YES...  Thank you Dee...  Oh fuck I needed this so bad."
   We had both forgotten that Dee was even in the room we had concentrated
on our own pleasures so much.  There was nothing for either of us except
that area of our bodies joined as though one, giving the ultimate in the
human expression of affection and pleasure.
   While we began to breathe a little more normally we both looked around
the room to find Dee sitting in the EZ-chair with her fingers literally
flying over her button, coming like gangbusters with a monstrous grin on
her face.
   Noticing we were looking at her, she got up and ran to the bed jumping
in to put her arms around the both of us saying how cool it looked watching
us make love with each other.
   After Dee had joined us in the bed we had a long group hug, grab ass
session before we decided that though it was still early, we were all
exhausted and really needed some rest.
   I pushed the magic buttons and in very short order we were all in na-na
land wrapped in each other's arms.
   I don't know who it was that woke first, but about 3am I smelled coffee
and noted that I was alone in the bed.  Curiosity getting the better part
of me, yeah right, I put on a robe and made my way to the kitchen where the
two ladies were sitting at the table talking.
   "Well, g'mornin' sleepyhead," Dee said cheerfully.
   I grumbled something similar to "good morning", but made my way to the
cupboard to get a deep mug for some coffee.
   "Aren't we the grump this morning," Dee chuckled.  Looking at Carol she
said tongue in cheek, "Give him some strange pussy and see what we get?"
   Carol looked at her with wide surprised eyes and blushed.  She didn't
lose a beat though, "Isn't that just your typical man Dee.  Put out and get
'Grumpy', instead of 'Happy'."
   I looked at them and said with a grin, "Well, it could be 'Dopey' so be
thankful it's only 'Grumpy' for a little while."
   This went on for a little longer before we all made our way back to the
bedroom, had a little threesome fun and promptly died again.
   When we finally did get out of bed at 10am, Carol was in a small panic
because she had to go to work in a couple hours.
   When Carol had showered and dressed, Dee walked her to the door and
pulled her in for a very passionate kiss.  "Thank you Carol.  I really
enjoyed your company and I hope you'll come over again soon, even if
'Grumpy' is here."
   "Oh, don't you worry Dee.  I'll be back.  'Grumpy' or no 'Grumpy'." Then
with tongue in cheek, "He's ok, but you're really fun." Both looked over at
me and as if rehearsed, stuck out their tongues at me.
   Before I could say a word Dee shouted, "Run Carol run.  Quick before he
tries to give you something to do with that.  I'll save you."
   Both laughing hysterically, Carol ran to her car to make off to her
apartment then on to work, while Dee happily showed me what she could do
with her tongue.
   
  
Chapter 10 - Tara's Next to Last Trip