“How was your flight? I'm glad you’re here,” I whisper to him as I study his face. We walk from the terminal. He has my hand pulled to his ches... and is rubbing his chin against my knuckles. I can feel the day old stubble on his cheek. When he kisses my hand it’s like a reminder of what I’ve been missing these past few weeks. There is a yearning feeling building between my thighs and it can only be filled by him. As we walk my mind races, and I try to hold the conversation and speak short. "Lisa had left and came back with the girl Chuck had pointed out as Bonita. The girl was grinning and clutching a CD and a Sharpie. She looked at me, "That's my band, The Lucky Lady Blues Band. Actually, it's Chuck's, Lisa's, and mine. Let us autograph an album for you. It's great to know people like our music."Holy shit! Who are these people anyway?It was that exact moment when the giant television began playing one of the videos of the Blues Expedition trip to Italy. Son of gun, there was. Jolene was annoyed, but not surprised. He’d made it clear enough on the phone that he wasn’t even going to bother putting up a wreath. ‘I’m never there anyway, am I? Besides, are you really planning to spend our holiday looking at the Christmas tree?’ ‘Well, it’d be nice to have one to admire when we snuggle on the couch and watch TV, wouldn’t it?’ ‘I’d rather you be watching me than a dead tree, Jolene.’ That had mollified her enough to drop the subject — but not to give up her fight to inject. Today, Lexi and I are spending the day together hiking, as we both love the outdoors. I knock on her apartment door, but she doesn't answer, so I let myself in.Hearing a noise from her bedroom, I head down the hall to find her. What I see when I reach her open door freezes me on my spot. Lexi is lying on her back naked with Cassie feasting between her legs. I mean really eating her out with uncontrolled passion. Lexi is bouncing her amazing ass all over the bed and squealing. Neither sees me..