“I can't speak for Karen, but what happened yesterday seemed so natural and so beautiful that I will never forget it for as long as I live. In those...brief moments, and they were all too brief, Karen managed to totally change my attitude toward life. “I don’t know what happens next, but I do know that you two need time alone. Why don’t I go make some coffee?” Karen was still sobbing as Rachel left the room and finally looked towards her husband with sad, red eyes. Bob simply reached over and. NOT hot. I don't want to burn your insides. Let me know when you have it ready.Doing as I was told I realized that damn thing held at least 2 quarts if not more. More than four times the amount than those bottle things I've been buying. That is going to hurt."Goddess, Oh most holy One. I think I have it right." Hmm let me see. No toy, that bag is not full, here let me show you" and with that she added what seemed to be at least another pint. She closed the bag with a plug that had the hose and. This evening was quite typical. People arrived singly, in pairs, or in groups. Some may have started the fun earlier at other places. All okay, of course. After a large enough group had gathered, and everyone had finished their desired libation, we got down to the business at hand, to coin a phrase. Everyone took off their clothes. We had gay men, mostly with hard bodies, lesbians, mostly with very fine bodies, straight guys, staring at all the titties and cunts around them, and bi-sexuals. I had a text from Traci. "Hey, Dean. When Mom asked John about you he wouldn’t answer and got really pissed off. What happened? I’m the only one home for a couple hours. Come over and explain things to me. Please?! I miss having you come over too..." As much as I didn’t want to, I told her I’d be over shortly. That was about the longest text I’d ever gotten from Traci, so I could tell she was taking this pretty seriously. After getting dressed it was only about a five minute drive to her.