Isolde put the tea bags and hot tap water in a pitcher and set them on the front stoop to seep in the sun. As she was uncoiling the hose and connectin... it to the faucet, she had a sudden mental image of Terry standing there, dripping wet with his sodden clothes clinging to his body. She imagined his denim shirt open at the collar, clinging to his pectorals, and the khaki trousers, all wrinkled and creased against his legs, showing a huge bulge at the crotch. And then, suddenly, a new limerick. Once done, she got down on all fours and crawled up to the prone woman until their bodies lay one on top of the other. Here again they kissed, rubbing against each other. Breasts on breasts. Belly on belly. And mound to mound.Sharon then slowly began her descent down the woman's beautiful form. First a stop to suckle at her breasts for a time before moving on down. Laying kisses, licks and nibbles along the way. Once she reached the damp red mound, she dove in with abandon. First licking at the. To her, my face was a patient mask of indifference, while inside the rage was steadily building. At first, all I could think was: stupid woman doesn’t even know what the hell she’s talking about. Then it was: goddamn fucking rich bitch just can’t get through her fucking day without yelling at some poor schmuck for something they didn’t even fucking do. Finally, I thought, if she points that perfect little finger at me one more time... and then I saw red. Or actually lilac, since she jabbed her. With everyone pitching in, it really didn’t take that long to get house cleaned and ready. I handed Jerry and beer and told him we need to go take a look out back and headed out the door. We clean off the pool decking, hosed it all down, arranged all of the chairs and loungers at the far end of the pool so guests could watch the wedding. By the time we had everything clean, it was lunch time. We grabbed a quick lunch of sandwiches and then got dressed and waited for Terry and Tammy to.