Date: Thu, 15 Jun 2017 12:12:50 -0400
From: oldhippie1949 <oldhippie1949@gmail.com>
Subject: Davy's On The Road Again, Ch. 8

Davy's On The Road Again, Chapter 8

The following story is fiction. Sure, some of it may seem real but that's
because it's based upon true events and episodes in the life of your humble
narrator. It involves all variations of sex between men and women, between
women and women, between men and mem and in all combinations thereof. The
story is fiction and is not intended to imply anything about the true
sexuality of the celebrities mentioned or any personal knowledge about
their private lives. There are lyrics to songs that add not only tribute to
the songwriters but add color and atmosphere to the story. Some of the
characters are real people whose names have not been changed. They are
there to advance the story and expand your imagination. I hope you enjoy
the telling and the tale.

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After the morning yoga class, we returned to our room to find Santo
overjoyed to see us. He jumped on the bed and rolled over as Amy and I
scratched and massaged him. He was one happy dog with his tongue hanging
out to one side.

"Are you looking forward to this party, Davy?"

"Not really, hon. I think I'd rather snuggle with you and Santo right here
where I am."

"I'm feeling lazy, too. Let's go and see where it's at and maybe we'll slip
out early. How does that sound?"

"It works for me. I also feel like eating light tonight. I feel like I've
been at a bacchanal for this last couple of days."

"I hear you. Good idea about dinner."

I leaned into her and kissed her softly. I tasted her lips and we just held
each other close and kissed.

"God, you are a great kisser."

"Shit! I'm just warming up. You want a good kiss? 'Cause if you think
that's alright, what do you think of this?"

For the next half hour, we kissed for all the money and damn, if it wasn't
delicious. We fell asleep in each other's arms until the dinner bell rang.
I picked up the phone and ordered a spinach salad for myself and a Caesar
salad for my Amy. She wanted merlot so I added that. About fifteen minutes
later, our food arrived and, on our terrace, we ate until the rain started
to fall. The rain fell straight down in large drops that kept a rhythmic
beat. We listened to it. I sang to her.

"You and me and rain on the roof,
Caught up in a summer shower,
Dryin' while it soaks the flowers,
Maybe we'll be caught for hours,
Waitin' out the sun."

Amy joined in perfect harmony.

"You and me underneath the roof of tin,
Pretty comfy feelin' how the rain ain't leakin' in,
We can sit and dry just as long as it can pour,
'Cause the way it makes you look makes me hope it rains some more."

"Ok, how 'bout this one?"

"Down here where the river meets the sea,
In the sticky heat I feel you open up to me,
Love comes out of no where, baby, oh, just like a hurricane,
And it feels like rain, And it feels like rain...

...Batten down the hatches, baby,
Leave your heart out on your sleeve,
Looks like we're in for stormy, stormy, stormy weather,
That ain't no cause to leave,
Let it wash away the pain,
And it feels like rain, And it feels like rain,
Baby can you feel it, can you feel it,
It feels like rain,
Let your love, let your love come down,
Oh, down on me."

"Oh, I like that one a lot. Did you write that?"

"I wish I did. No, that's a John Hiatt song. I love it a lot." I was ready
to kick into the Beatles' "Rain" or Randy Newman or Ann Peebles or any one
of a million other rain songs when Carla knocked.

Amy let her in with a "Hey baby, where ya been?"

"Oh Denny and I had a fun day. We went shopping in Palm Springs and pissed
away a bunch of money."

Amy went into their room to check out Carla's booty. Denis walked in to
join me. I poured wine and he lit up.

"So I hear you bought up the town."

"If you mean that I bought a t-shirt then I guess so. Carla, on the other
hand..."

"Money well spent, my friend, money well spent. Think you'll get laid
tonight?"

We went on with this banter interspersed by laughter. Occasionally, we
would hear whoops coming form the other room and we'd start laughing again.

"I don't know about this party tonight, Davy, I'm whipped. We came back,
took a shower and passed out. I see that you had the same kind of dinner we
had. All this good living wears you out."

"We were just saying the same thing. And we might leave the party early if
we begin to sag."

"Yeah, us too. When are you leaving and where's your next stop?"

"Tomorrow, we have to go into town and check out our trailer. Then I want
to head over to the Betty Ford Clinic to see some friends. We'll probably
head to L.A. on the day after. Mark asked me to appear at a fundraiser he's
doing on Saturday. Anyway, that's the plan."

Amy and Carla came back into the room. Carla was modeling a lingerie set
she bought. It really showed her finer points.

"You look excellent, Carla."

"I'm wearing this tonight. You think I'll hook up?"

"Nice talk, wifey. Don't forget the sugar daddy who bought it for you!"

"Oh, like I didn't earn it!"

"Carla, come help me get dressed and let's leave these boys be."

They went off to the dressing room/bathroom while Denis and I shot the
shit. Finally, Amy and Carla reappeared and Amy simply took my breath away.
She was wearing a diaphanous harem outfit. It was violet with a matching
violet thong and a tiny little bra that allowed her breasts to pop out. It
just barely covered her nipples.

"Oh, baby, you look amazing! And I have the perfect thing to wear, too."

I ran into the dressing room and I found an outfit that I'd never worn
before. It was a gift from an old girlfriend and I really don't know why I
packed it but I did and now was the moment to wear it. It was a purple
satin boxer shorts with a matching satin hospital orderly's shirt. I walked
out to gasps.

"We are too fucking hot, you know that don't you?"

Denis came from his room wearing pajamas with a light blue ticking pattern.
We took some pictures of each other and I fixed up Santo. Then we headed
out to Callie and Tony's house. Fortunately, the way was covered and then
indoors so we stayed dry.

Callie met us at the door with a tray of champagne glasses. There was a
small crowd of around twenty people in the living room. Lillian was dancing
with Tony and Mark was munching on some tapas. Several of the people we
recognized from the yoga class and a few from around the pool icluding a
couple of TV and Movie celebs.

"Davy, I wish you had brought your guitar. I could listen to you all
night!" yelled Lillian from across the room.

"Not tonight, sorry. But I don't mind if I dance a bit!"

I grabbed Amy and we began to ballroom dance over to her.

"You know, you two make a striking couple. It is easy to see that you love
each other. How long have you been together?"

Amy smiled and said, "Today is our three week anniversary!"

Tony proposed a toast and we bowed.

"That's all? You act like you've known each other for years."

"Actually, we have except we didn't know it," I quipped, "but I honestly
believe we were made for each other." Amy and I toasted each other.

"And I agree," Lillian smiled, "I think you could teach the class a few
things. You both emit a very powerful aura."

"Gee, no one ever said that to me before!"

"Me neither. Thank you, Lillian. We enjoyed your classes."

"Well, then come tomorrow afternoon. I expect a small group and I think you
will both love it."

She kissed us both and moved toward the fruit bar. Amy and I kind of looked
at each other with quizzical eyes.

Tony jumped in, "Well, that was pretty intense for Lillian. I'm
impressed...Here, let me show you around.

Tony took us into the living wing. The house seemed to be laid out in an
odd way. It was on one side of the resort and it opened into it. With lots
of windows and terraces and rambling hallways, this was not a house
designed for privacy. Obviously, it was a house for what you might call
your basic party animals. One terrace was already in use with the pool, tub
and outdoor bar happening. It was an impressive but peculiar (for me
anyway) place.

He lead us back to the large party/main room. "Oh, there you are,", shouted
Callie. "I was looking for you three. I was afraid you went to play without
me!"

Amy jumped in. It seemed like she couldn't wait. "No, no, Callie, not at
all. We were just getting the Grand Tour. But, I must tell you, there'll be
no playing for me tonight. I'm feeling a bit distressed."

Callie's face turned into a deep frown. She whined, "I so wanted to do you
tonight. Last night was fun but it was silly. I really wanted you tonight."

Amy gave Callie a deep kiss. Holding Callie's chin, she whispered, "I
promise you that tomorrow night, our last night here, we will be back and
we can do whatever you desire...but tonight, you pretty thing, you have to
let me recover, okay." Amy kissed her again.

"So we will have you both all to ourselves tomorrow night then. Tell you
what, let's have dinner here, okay?" said Tony and it was agreed.

We made our way around the party for about an hour. Everyone was nice and
relaxed. As groups seemed to meander towards the more private parts of the
house, Amy gave me the high sign. I went to take her hand to lead her out,
I looked for Callie and Tony but they were nowhere to be seen. Lillian saw
us and came dancing over.

"Are you folks leaving?"

"Yes, Lillian, I'm not feeling very well and I'd just like to lay down."

"Yes, I know, dear. Let me feel your head..." She pulled Amy's head down
and pressed her lips softly on her forehead. "You have no fever...," she
paused and looked Amy squarely in the eyes, "...except the one you have for
your man. Now go tend to that and I'll see you tomorrow afternoon. "Go
on...run along now."

Amy and Lillian exchanged knowing smiles and we left. It was still raining
and we hurried back to the room. I had stashed some canapes and tapas in
some napkins and Santo was mightily surprised to see his treat.

As I walked into the bedroom, Amy was undressing. "I'm sorry you're not
feeling well, babe. Is there anything I can do for you, anything I can get
you? You know, let me see if Room Service has any hot chicken soup..."

"Davy, relax. There's nothing wrong with me. I'm perfectly fine. Come over
here and sit down next to me, I'll explain." I did as I was told. I was
curious. What did she have to say that was so serious?

"Tonight, I don't want to play. Tonight, I want to make love. Do you
understand? I mean, yes, we've been having great sex and this place is like
a Disney park for fuckers but that's not where it's at for me tonight."

"Yes, I understand exactly, hon. I feel the same way. When we got to the
party, my first thought was 'I don't want to share her tonight. I want her
all to myself.' but I let it pass."

"I thought the exact same thing, I swear. I wonder if it happened at the
same time?"

We laughed and hugged. "Ok, I will draw you a bath, my love. I'm going to
walk Santo and then when I return...well, you just wait."

I ran her a bath in the large rectangular tub. I added the scented oils
that were so thoughtfully provided. As it filled, I watched as Amy
undressed and hung her clothes. She saw me watching and teased me with a
slow strip. When she finally stood naked in front of me, I lifted her into
my arms and carried her into the bathroom, dipping her slowly into the tub.
As she moaned taking in the soft warmth, I placed a small inflatable pillow
under her head. I then floated in the scented petals, also thoughtfully
provided by the management. I left her to her bliss and I slipped away to
walk my buddy.

Santo took his sweet time and I was antsy to return. When we returned about
twenty minutes later, we were both soaked from the warm rain. I took some
towels and dried him off. I took off all my clothes and left them in a heap
on the floor. I walked into the bedroom to find Amy sitting on the balcony
loveseat, sipping a glass of wine. "I'm showering," I yelled out.

A few minutes later, I joined her. The balcony table was set out with
plates and covered dishes. "I hope you don't mind but I ordered this from
my marvelous bath, it's called "The Lover's Late Night Snatch-er,Snack!
Here, taste this." It was a bite-sized chocolate topped bun filled with
whipped cream and it was a very indulgent treat - just like the rest of
this resort. She poured me a cup of coffee, milked and sugared the way I
like it and then she poured a heavy shot of cognac into it. I like it this
way, too. I looked at the covered dishes and began to examine each one.
Satisfied with my options, I sat down on the loveseat next to her. I
reached over and dipped a strawberry into the chocolate sauce. I offered it
and Amy enjoyed slowly biting it and licking it and my fingers, too. She
dipped her fingers into the whipped cream and fed them to me. We played
with the food and the drink for quite some time, getting bolder and more
erotic each time. She took my four fingers and rubbed them round her wet
pussy, then dropped a gob of whipped cream on my fingers and said, "My
newest creation. A moi petit-four."

"Mighty tasty," as I shoved them in my mouth.

"It's okay, you can talk with your mouth full."

"Mmmmph, mmmmph," showed her my tongue filled with whipped cream. I took a
large dollop from the bowl and stood up. I opened my robe and put the cream
on the head of my dick. "Go ahead, talk with your mouth full." Her lips
seemed to take their sweet, and I do mean sweet, time, licking and cleaning
me.

"Mmmm...mighty tasty."

She poured more champagne. There was a tag on the bottle that read, "Feel
better. Callie and Tony". It was a bottle of Bollinger. We played with the
food as we touched and caressed each other on the loveseat. I realized that
we were utterly private as our balcony was a floor above everything else.
We could hear people rushing through the rain to get to their rooms and we
could also hear the more distant sounds of people making love. Our overhang
kept us dry but the humidity of the warm rain and its constant rhythm only
turned us on more and heated us up.

My leg was up on the loveseat and Amy was in my arms and we were kissing.
The food no longer interested us. Our mouths were glued together, our
tongues entwined. Her breasts rubbed my chest and as she straddled my leg.
The feeling as she dripped along my knee and up my thigh was just
incredible.

"I need you, Davy Harper. Now that I have you in my life, I'm never letting
you go. I want you to know that. And I want you to know that there is
nothing you can do about it. You have no say in this matter. Period."

I gave her a look like I was impressed. In fact, I was.

I lifted her into my arms and carried her into the bedroom and slid her
under the turned down covers. She rolled me onto my back and continued her
sliding, only now her body was slowly sliding over mine. Our kisses
traveled around our heads. I again found that I enjoyed her earlobes. Her
hand slid over my stiffy and she slowly slid onto it. We held each other
close and kissed passionately. I could feel her subtle vaginal movements
pulling at my cock. My cock involuntarily reacted by throbbing against her
walls. We continued this for some time. Her kissing mouth and her warm,
snug vagina seemed to inhale and exhale together.  She opened her legs
wider and I sank into her. My hips began to shake as I thrust myself but
she wraped her legs around my hips and pushed her heels into my butt. She
pulled me back up to her mouth and rolled me over. We began a synchronized
sort of wave with me on top. Her kisses were torrid and our hips were in
cadence. I could go no deeper as my orgasm began to vault up from my balls.
My toes began to curl. We were now bouncing together.

"Oh, here it comes...here it comes." I began to violently shoot my cum into
her bowels. I was like a machine gun spraying the St. Valentine's Day Mob.
Amy's orgasm exploded under me. Her body shook as she pulled me deep inside
her. Her tongue sucked mine as I felt her warm cum stream over my cock and
down my balls. "I love you, baby. I love you."

We were both panting. Sweat dripped down between her breasts falling along
my chest. We were cheek to cheek and we were slowing down and catching our
breath. Her words of love in my ear made me hold her tighter.

"And I love you, my Amy."

"Davy, I never felt this before. I feel like my soul has this hole that has
been filled. I love you and I need you. I need to be with you...all over
you. I'm afraid, too...am I suffocating? Am I suffocating you? Is this
really love? Is this infatuation? Can this last? Am I making you crazy?"

I started to say something but she put her finger on my lips. "I have never
had sex like this. With you, I am lost in it. I can feel my eyes roll up, I
swear...But it's also this thing inside me that wants you so much...I like
being beside you."

"Amy. I'm going to say something that I never thought I'd say again but
Amy, I could marry you. Live together. Be partners. Be together. It's all
because I not only love you, I like being with you, you're my friend and
most of all, I have a big problem with distrusting people and questioning
motives but with you, I have none of that. I trust you implicitly. You have
no motives. This thing between us is really, really pure."

"I agree. Let's just keep doing what we're doing only now, it's official. I
feel so good in your arms." she was whispering in my ear again and her
words were breathy and deliberate. "I only want us to be in love forever,
that's all. We do stuff together so naturally. I told you this before but I
feel like we're both on the same side, watching each  other's back. And
when we make love, it is so far beyond feeling good."

We made love again and the second time around was just as good as the
first. We were more active and we came sequentially. We fell asleep holding
each other. Sleep came fast and deep as it often was since we met.

We awoke early and after showering, had our morning coffee on the terrace.
Amy was on the phone while I checked the web. Happily, the YouTube video
was still growing rapidly. That video was such a pleasant surprise to me,
especially since the whole event came out of nowhere. I also checked my
portfolio and was even more pleasantly surprised to see my assets still
soaring. I moved a sizable sum into my personal credit fund. Amy hung up
the phone as I finished my business and logged out. She was bubbling over
and I suppose I was smiling, too.

"What is it that can make you smile so wide?" I asked.

"I just spoke to Artie, my business manager and Louis, my accountant and a
big deal just closed making me more stupendously wealthy. I'll tell you
about it after you tell me what's making you smile so wide?

"Okay, two things: One: the YouTube video is still racking up the numbers
and becoming viral, if it isn't already and B: my investments are going
wild and I just moved about a half a million into my credit fund. How's
that?"

"Well, aw reet, handsome! I think we're scoring big time today. The golf
club I bought, the one that Sally and Stevie have the restaurant...you
know..."

"Yes, I remember."

"Okay, so I added five large parcels I owned to the club property in order
to expand the courses and some of the facilities. So over the past few
days, we secured the Trent Jones Company to design the course, we sold the
Inn rights to The Four Seasons (but not the food rights) and finally,
several wheels have invested. But that's not all..."

"Geez Louise, Amy..."

"I asked Artie to check out the RV dealership and he came back with some
very interesting information. Will you do me a favor, Davy?"

"Whatever you ask, darlin'"

"Will you let me handle the dealer if we have any negotiations? In case we
can upgrade our ride?"

"Upgrade the ride, huh...I've been thinking about that, too, especially
since being in Carla and Denis's ride. Sure. Okay. Why not? You go, girl!
These RV suckers can be very expensive, they suck money and they crash in
value after one mile. You can run this show. I don't mind. I'll just look
and nod. If I blow my nose, it means I want to have a private conversation
with you, ok?"

"Agreed. But don't blow your nose too much, it will look silly."

I snickered. We dressed and headed off to the RV dealership. As we were
heading toward our rental car, a horn sounded and we quickly turned to see
Denis smiling at us from the front of his big RV. He pulled to a stop and
Carla ran out.

"I was worried I was going to miss you and not say goodbye. Oh, Amy, thank
you so much. I am so happy to have met you both. And this place! This
Place! All I can say is 'Wowwee!!!'. What a great idea."

"I second that and raise you. Hey Davy," called Denis, "Here's our vitals -
phone, email, facebook, twitter...let's hook up again. Hopefully we can
before we return back east."

I took the paper and began to write my particulars on his pad. "We're
heading up to San Francisco and Mill Valley where we have friends."

"We hope to get up that way in a few weeks after I settle some business in
L.A. Maybe we'll meet again on the road, Denis. Let's stay in touch. It's
been a pleasure."

We shook hands, the girls finished their hugging, we kissed and they were
gone. We liked them. They were a cute, vivacious and totally unpretentious
couple. We drove our Prius over to the dealership. It wasn't too far away.
Santo didn't seem to like the sound of the Prius engine and he seemed a
little agitated. Amy stroked him and, with her magic touch, he relaxed.

We met the Service Manager, Al, who told us that our RV was ready but that
the dealership owner wanted to meet us. He took us into the offices and
introduced us to Ralph.

"It's a pleasure to meet you both. Mr. Harper, I'm a long-time fan. I spoke
to my friends, Callie and Tony, and they asked that we extend our courtesy
to you. Is there anything I can help you with?"

I extended my hand and started to say "No" when Amy interrupted.

"Ralph, is it possible to turn this RV in and to rent another RV, something
bigger and more luxurious?"

"Yes, Callie told me that you mentioned that you might be interested in an
upgrade so I took the liberty of selecting several options. Would you
follow me, please?"

He took us into the garage and got behind the wheel of a golf cart, We
hopped in behind him. I was interested to seeing what he had but I'd grown
to like my little box. What the hell, right? Whatever makes Amy happy.

We drove around the lot to see different models. Al asked if I had a Class
A Driver's License and it just so happened I did, a relic from a little
over a year ago when I was sometimes driving trucks for a living.

We looked at a Beaver Marquis ($500,000 negotiable),a Winnebago Outlook
($250,000 negotiable), a Tiffen Zephyr 45 ($400,000 negotiable), a
Gulfstream Caribbean ($350,000 negotiable), a Gulfstream Tourmaster T40B
($450,000 negotiable), a Holiday Rambler Imperial ($275,000 negotiable),
and a King Aire 45 ($475,000 non-negotiable). All of them could be rented,
too, but at exorbitant rates. Some were more opulent than others, some were
garish, some were downright impractical and some were downright disgusting.
Amy had all kinds of questions that she asked, sometimes her follow-ups
took Al by surprise.

"That's about it for our really deluxe models. I have others to show you
but they are a step down in conveniences. Was there anything you saw that
you liked?"

Amy thought for a minute and replied, "Yes, I liked the Tiffen and some
parts of the King Aire. Most of what I saw was far too glitzy for us but
isn't there any others of that caliber that you want to show me?"

"No, I don't know what you mean?"

"Well, Al, to be blunt, I have information that you have a Vantare and a
Travel Supreme?"

"Well, yes that's true, but..."

"But I own the paper on those busses and I think I'd like to drive one out
of here."

"May I ask how you can own the paper when we bought them at an L.A. Police
Auction?"

"Actually, you bought the paper rights from the underwriting firm that I
own and now I'll let you sell it back to me at a profit."

Al was uncomfortable to say the least. After a long pause, he said, "Well,
that may be good deal for me. Let's take a look at them." He drove the golf
cart into one of the bays where an incredible chocolate motorhome sat next
to a silver bus. "I'll let you walk around them and I'll be back in a few
minutes. Please..."

Amy and I walked into the silver mobile palace by Travel Supreme. I told
her that I was amazed at the way she cold-cocked him and she smiled
knowingly. The Travel Supreme had a custom interior that was maxxed out.
With four electronic slide-outs, it was truly immense. The cockpit was
fully state-of-the-art with glowing back-lit displays and screens.

Amy picked up the vehicle specs from the table and began to read them to me.

"Travel Supreme 42, $1,480,000 new, 8300 miles, Newell 45' 2009 Quad-Slide,
rear master bath...um...Yard Lights...Flood Lights in Sill times
six...Powered Patio Awnings...Powered Window Awnings..ummm...Sliding
Storage Beds in Lower Bays, Keyless Entry Lock System, 20kw Power Tech Nose
Mounted Generator, CB Radio, Radar Detector, Silverleaf Vehicle Monitoring
System...VIP Smart Wheel with Power Tilt and Telescope Adjustment...Total
Vision Camera System...Electric Shore Power Cord Reel...Roof Air
Conditioning (4 Units)...um...SubZero Refrigerator &
Freezer...ooh...Additional Set of SubZero Freezer Drawers...GE Advantium
Oven...Kuppersbusch flush mount Cooktop...Whirlpool Stacked Washer &
Dryer...Aqua-Hot System..."

"Enough"

"No, wait...Adjustable Leather Driver Chair with Massage, Heat and Cool in
Seat, Leather Copilot Recliner, Leather Sofa Hide-A-Bed, Recliner with
ottoman, Built-in desk with desk chair, Indirect Lighting Behind Valances,
Reading Lights...umm...Corian Countertops, Marble Flooring, Queen Plus Bed,
Extra Large Shower in Master...26" LCD in front overhead, 47" LCD HD TV,
Marantz Receiver with surround sound, DVD/VCR Player, KVH TracVision
Satalite System, HD DSS Receiver, In-Dash Kenwood Receiver...Globar
Wireless Internet...in the bedroom: a 47" LCD HD TV, Marantz Receiver with
surround sound, DVD/VCR Player, HD DSS Receiver...you know, there's another
page and a half of this shit. This thing is wild."

"It certainly looks less tacky than all the others..but I hate the
fireplace. The others were so cheesy ornate but this is okay...and fucking
expensive."

"No, not really. We bought it at auction for $125,000 and offered the paper
for $500,000 figuring it could easily be resold for over a million. At
least that's what I was told. We'll give him $250,000 and Al is plenty
happy...at least, that's what I was told."

"I wonder what it's like under the hood."

"You can drive this, can't you?"

"Sure, but I think I'd like to road test it. Let's look at the other one."

"This one is a Featherlight Vantare 45, custom designed by Bran Ferrin for
his personal use. New it was $1,750,000 but it has 14,800 miles on it."

"Hmm, Bran Ferrin is a futurist and a special effects guy. I think he's
with Disney now but he does stuff with the Smithsonian. I remember when he
was a student at East Hampton High. This must be interesting inside, let's
take a look inside."

Now this bus was way cool. The interior was very efficient and easy to
maintain but it was cozy and plush, too. Very low-key and laid-back. We sat
down on the couch and picked up the specs. I scanned the page. Big diesel
with hybrid battery packs...solar panels on roof for hot water...satellite
TV, phone and Internet...big water tanks...big fuel tanks...slide away 50"
TV...

"This bus is very cool, Davy, isn't it."

"I'm liking what I'm reading here, too. Come on..."

We walked into the galley, all chrome and corian with metal backsplashes, a
Sub-Zero...small dishwasher...hideaway microwave/convection...nice
dinette...4 slideouts, nice. We walked into the bedroom and I think that is
what sold us. It was all light woods, mirrors and clever storage. The large
tiltable bed still had walk around sides. The attached bathroom had a
private commode and a combination shower/steam/environmental spa (what the
fuck is that?) with a skylight above. The other side of the bedroom
contained another slide-up 50" TV with surround sound, a media center and a
computer workstation/desk. It was ingeniously designed to maximize space,
efficiency and utility. On either side was more closet and storage space.
There was a skylight over the bed. With the LED lighting, it was, on one
hand, very womblike and on the other, very high tech.

Each area of the bus was tied into the media center by small electronic
touch screens. This bus was a techie's dream with lots of green-specific
features. I liked that. The cockpit looked similar to a spaceship with it's
screen, knobs and read-outs. The chairs were massage equipped. The power
was aided by Tesla batteries that were added by the company. This bus was
the shit.

"It certainly looks less tacky than all the others. The exterior is almost
unubstrusive. The others were so cheesy ornate but this is all light woods
- very Danish Modern and high tech...and fucking expensive."

"Yeah, but it's cool, isn't it, Davy? What if we took this one for say,
$450,000 and bought it with a corporation made up of you and me, 50/50. Let
the accountants figure out how to do it. Then, when we aren't using it, we
could lease it or we could give to Sal and Steve to use...just an idea."

"And a good one. I'm not that good with this kind of finance shit but
that's why I have Danny do it for me. Danny has always been there for me,
in good and bad, and I love him. You talk to Al and I'll call Danny."

Danny was all for it and he said that he'd draw up papers. Diversifying was
a good thing, he said. I put Amy on the phone with him to work it out. The
end result was that I would buy it with the provision that we would sell it
to our company. Whatever. It was a done deal and, like Amy said, let the
accountants work it out.

Al returned and escorted Amy to his office while I went off to walk Santo.
When we returned, they were walking toward us, both smiling. Al shook my
hand as the proud new owner of Bran Ferrin's custom Vantare. He said that
the bus was already completely prepped and ready to roll but that they were
going to do another once-over for us. He said that they would drive the bus
to the spa tomorrow morning and that he would personally give us a complete
tour as well as a driving lesson and some practice. We bid goodbye and
drove off. I took the road toward Betty Ford.

"So Danny and I worked it out, hon. I put him in touch with my people and
they're doing all the paper. You bought the bus but I transferred half over
to Danny and Danny is transferring the funds to Al. Are you with me so far?"

"Yes and I like the way you are explaining it. Talk to me like I'm an
idiot. It's okay because with this stuff, I am."

"Okay, good. Our 50/50 partnership will be a way for each of us to keep our
account filled and to invest in some stuff together."

"Like what kind of stuff?"

"Like you and your music, for one. It's a whole new age and you can control
your own career. But other things, too. I really haven't thought about it
much but it's another option available to us."

"Okay, but let's take one thing at a time. Let's see what kind of future
this so-called career has. We can talk about all of this after we see
what's doing in L.A., in New York and with Jimmy. But I like your thinking
and I like options. By the way, what's the name of our company?"

"Gee, I don't really know. DavyAmy, Inc.?"

"How about "RoadWarriors, Inc.?"

"That's a good one. Let's just let it cook for a few days while we try out
our new trailer. And speaking of that, where do you want to travel to next?"

"I was thinking of going up the coast. I have friends in Santa Cruz, in San
Francisco, on Tiburon and maybe up in Bolinas, if they're still there. From
there, maybe we could head east to Yosemite."

"That sounds cool. I might have some friends up the coast, too, but it's
been years since we were in contact."

Betty Ford Clinic was a short visit. As we were visitors (even though I
still have my coin in my wallet), we were not allowed into the compound and
could only stay in the offices. We met with Dr. O'Connor and had a pleasant
chat about my daughter's continued well-being. I asked if I could make a
donation to the Scholarship Fund which helps patients with financial needs
and he gave me donation forms. I wrote a check for $50,000 and I thought he
would pass out. He excused himself and returned with Susan Ford. She was
especially gracious to us and thanked us profusely. I told her that it was
I who owed them my thanks for saving my daughter. We stayed a few minutes
more and then she walked us out to our car. As I pulled away past the high
anti-paparazzi walls and out of The Eisenhower Medical Complex, I felt that
I had done what I had wanted to do - something worthwhile and important.

We pulled into the resort with a couple of hours to spare before our last
class with Lillian. We decided that it was a fine day to catch some rays so
we stripped down and headed over to the pool. It was quiet around the pool
and we quickly found a large double lounge chair. I ordered two glasses of
champagne.

"Let's toast our future, Amy, my love."

"To us, Mr. Harper. We are truly blessed."

We clinked our glasses, sipped the bubbly and kissed. We snuggled up next
to each other and closed our eyes for a few minutes. We were awakened by
one of the pool aides who recommended we apply some sunblock. We both
rolled over and allowed her to grease us up. The time seemed to pass
quickly and soon we were showering off and heading to the spa for our class.

The class was less populated than it had been on previous days. Lillian
explained that this was a "getaway" day and that the resort would fill up
again tomorrow.

"I'm glad that there are only four couples here today so I can give you all
my attention. First, let's strip down and sit in a small circle."

For the first time, Lillian stripped down, too. For an older woman whom I
suspect was in her early seventies, her skin was surprisingly smooth and
opalescent. Her breasts showed no sign of sag and her shaved pubes revealed
a large pink flower. I was plenty impressed. She had us form a tight circle
and then began to speak quietly.

"Today, I want to show you some wonderful exercises that will increase your
erotic responses during lovemaking. Frequently, when we masturbate, we seem
to have quick and strong orgasms. Of course, the reason is because we know
what makes us feel good and we get right to it. As I discussed at our first
session, it is imperative that we share these masturbation techniques with
our partners. We do this for several obvious reasons but the primary reason
is to increase the level of intimacy between each other. There are no
secrets to good sex and there is no reason we should have any. George and
Leona, has your intimacy been greater during your stay?"

"Absolutely," said Leona, "I think we have learned quite a bit about each
other."

"Like what?"

"We've been married a long time and I was surprised to discover that we
could indulge each other for a long period of time. It's always been quick
for both of us but in that "couples" position, we really like stretching it
out. Our orgasms seem stronger and I love the kissing and caressing."

"Good. That is one of our goals. We want your most intimate moments to be
more intense. We want you to feel more erotic and more comfortable in your
sexual skin. Now, I'd like you all to get into the "coupling" position."
Lillian to a long glass dildo and placed it vertically along her own slit.

Amy slid onto my cross-legged lap.

"Now do not penetrate. Simply slide your penis along her vagina. Ladies,
get as tight as you can so your lips wrap around him. Good. Now touch each
other...run your fingers over mouths...good...touch nipples...light
touches...Allan, what are you feeling?"

"Well, Deena is getting very wet and I'm getting harder."

"Yes, right...I would guess that you are all feeling that...Anything else,
Deena?"

"It feels nice and I can't seem to control the urge to put him inside me."

"Not yet, dear, hold off a bit longer. Focus on his other features.* Amy,
what's happening with you?"

"I like the feeling of being snug against him and feeling him rub along my
clit."

"Very good. You can use your muscles to increase that feeling without
physically rocking back and forth. Look at me for a moment, please. You
will notice that my hands are folded but my yoni is gripping the glass
lingum. I am using my muscles to grip and pulse against it. If I keep this
up for a few minutes, I will have an orgasm. If I close my eyes, regulate
my breathing and concentrate upon my clitoris, I will have a very
pleasurable experience."

"Lillian, I can't seem to grip him. I'm too wet and I keep slipping," Ellen
said somewhat sadly.

"Get a little closer and tighter to each other. Bobby, use your muscles and
push your penis against her. Is that better? You both have to work a little
to make this happen. Use your butt muscles."

I suddenly felt Amy flush. I pushed myself against her and squeezed my butt
which pushed me a little higher. Releasing those muscles made me slip back.
I began to squeeze and release, squeeze and release. Amy smiled and nodded.
Her fingernails began to push into me as she gripped my back. I felt a drop
of pre-cum roll down the head.

"That's good. I know that some of you are feeling that orgasmic phase
begin. Let go and let it come."

Our arms held us together and I felt some beads of sweat roll down between
Amy's bountiful cleavage. Our breathing also became deeper. It was a
strange sensation to feel her clit harden against the vein along the bottom
of my dick. We were both into it and we began to french kiss. I heard
Lillian speaking but I couldn't concentrate on her words. I know that in a
few moments I would come.

"Oh, oh!" Amy's pussy lips gripped me and released me. My dick pushed high
against her clit and then dropped down again. We synchronized our efforts
as best we could so that we seemed to be helping as well as complementing
each other. I felt her lips wiggling as my cum began to drip down.

"Ahhhhh...ahhhhh...oh that feels soooo good." I couldn't help myself as I
gently came. Amy squeezed me as close as she could and then released me. We
both fell backward.

"Beautiful. Very beautiful." Lillian smiled. "Davy just had his orgasm. Is
anyone else close?" No one else responded although everyone seemed rather
blissful.

"Okay. Take a break. This is something you can all practice and I promise
you that you can have a very good and deep orgasm this way, as Davy just
exhibited. There are several different positions that don't necessarily
need penetration for orgasm. I have books for all you to use to enjoy these
positions during your enjoyment of each other. I call it "Tantric-Lite!
But, for now, I want you to stop torturing each other and I want you all to
make each other orgasm. So, during our last few minutes together, go for
it."

All the other couples started to fuck in earnest. Deena and Ellen stayed in
their position and began to slide up and down on their partner's dicks.
Leona rolled onto her back as George began to bounce on her. I stretched
myself into Amy's crotch and began to suck on her sweet pussy until she
began to bubble over and flood my tongue with my favorite nectar. We lay
together and watched the others finish themselves off. Lillian had her eyes
closed as she continued to squeeze against the glass dildo. The air was
rife with the scent of sex. Amy nodded to me and pointed at her. We both
slid over toward her and began to softly caress her. George, Leona and
Deena joined us. We continued to lightly touch her body until her breathing
turned into small expressive gasps. Her small nipples were hard so I
circled then lightly with my fingernail. The others had now joined us and
we were all tightly wrapped around Lillian. There seemed to be a combined
vibe to bring her off. Hands and lips were everywhere around her except her
vagina which tightly held the dildo. She began to hiccup and it seemed as
though her skin was glowing. Her small body began to tremble and I noticed
her toes curl. She flexed her entire body and held herself steady as her
skin flushed. Slowly, she exhaled a cleansing breath and I felt her muscles
release as her shoulders sagged. Her eyes were closed and her mouth rose in
a grin. Her eyes fluttered open.

"That was wonderful. Thank you all, my loving students."

We gave her space and as we did, the dildo dropped away from her pudenda.
There was a sizable puddle underneath.

"You know, I could probably orgasm several times quickly but I think I will
save that for later. But for now, let me kiss each one of you and send you
on your way. I hope I have taught you some techniques that improve and
extend your orgasmic potential."

Amy and I walked back to our room. We were both quiet. After tending to
Santo, I sat down at the table and rolled a fatty.

"I feel like I was in the presence of a very learned person," said Amy.
"When you came and started dripping into me, it felt so personal...so
wonderfully gentle. She could teach us a lot, I think."

"Yes, you're probably right. She was very much like a guru. That exercise
made me so turned on that when I came, I didn't realize it for several
moments. I really reached a higher plane. But now, a weariness seems to be
taking over."

"Have a few more puffs and then come lay down. Let me rub your back,
darling."

I must have passed out quickly because the next thing I knew, Amy was
dressed and ready to meet Callie and Tony for dinner. I woke a bit startled.

"It's okay, we have plenty of time for you to shower and dress. I already
fed Santo, who is my little buddy, too." Amy scratched his head and he
looked up at her panting happily.

I stretched. "That nap was just what I needed. Thank you, dollface." I
showered and dressed in light khakis and a thin cotton shirt. I leashed
Santo and we slowly walked over to their house, giving Santo plenty of time
to do his business.

Callie opened the door and Roxy scampered out. "Let's let them play out
back for a while. Come on Roxy. Come on Santo." She led them to a large
fenced in area. There were food bowls, treats and plenty of water. There
was also a large shade tree beneath which the dogs lay down. They got along
so very well together.

"I'm so glad you're here. I so much wanted to see you once more before you
left our little paradise." Callie led us to the large deck area where Tony
was barbecuing and chatting with Lillian.

"Lillian! I'm so glad you're here," Amy cried out. "Davy and I really thank
you for your lessons. It was a wonderful surprise here at the resort."

"Thank you, dear girl. You two were wonderful students. I hope you take
what you have learned and put it to good use. You have made me feel your
love. This afternoon was quite special for me. I hope it was for you, as
well."

"Lillian is our special treasure," said Tony. "She has taught us so much.
Personally, I don't know what we would do without her guidance. And I say
this honestly, she made a man out of me."

Lillian laughed. "No, Anthony dear, you were always a man. You just didn't
realize how much!"

Callie served us some white wine. "No, Lil, it's true. We were just a pair
of randy fuckers until we met you. You taught us that alone, we were a kind
of art form but together, we are a masterpiece."

"And here's a toast that you always grow." Lillian raised her glass and we
toasted. A chef and a waiter appeared as Tony joined us at the table.

"Lillian, today was quite amazing for me," I opined. "I've had sex and I've
had sex but this was something different. I thought that Amy and I enjoyed
gourmet sex but I think we have much to learn..."

"...from each other," added Lillian.

"...yes, I'm sure. Today, when I came, it was a different kind of orgasm,
it was an emotional response. Hell, I didn't even know I came until after
and..."

"...and it felt wonderful, right? Let me ask you something, Davy. Did you
feel drained afterwards? Did you rest up?"

"He certainly did. He said he felt weary and then slept like a babe."

"That's wonderful to hear. I knew that you would, Davy dear. You were very
deeply into it. I observed how close your - both of you - your energy
levels - your pa'a - are very high. You both are far more enlightened than
you realize."

We sat and chatted while dinner was served, sticky sweet chicken kabobs and
very delicious. A few minutes later, Santo and Roxy joined us. Naturally,
Santo immediately found the shade. Callie explained how she and Tony met,
dated and during that period, met Lillian. Tony said that if it wasn't for
Lillian, they would not have married.

"Lillian guided us to places we could only imagine. She made us understand
pleasure and then shared pleasure and then love."

Lillian added, "I think that when we first met down in Cabo, I sensed both
of your dualities and I am glad I helped you both blend them together into
a powerful unit."

Callie kissed her. "I love you, Lillian. I never knew how to live until I
met you."

"How so," asked Amy, "I'm curious."

Callie explained, "I was a jumble of fear and neuroses. I knew that I liked
women and I really considered that I might be gay, but I also was crazy
about Tony. My secrets kept me at a distance."

Tony added, "It was similar with me. I'd had some secret homosexual
encounters and I was afraid that Callie and I were merely acting out a
charade. I was sitting on the beach and feeling blue when Lillian, who I'd
never seen before, sat down next to me and helped me see the truth, helped
me to understand that my fears were really a form of societal pressure.
When Callie found us, Lillian took her for a walk and when they returned,
we were no longer afraid. My wife is my lover, my partner, my best friend
and my soul. Thank you, Lillian."

"I get the powerful waves coming out of you and Amy, Davy. I believe that
after many years of wandering in the desert, you both have found each
other. I hope that in our little oasis, you both realize that, too. I
believe that you are both rising every day."

"Lillian is why we have this place, really," said Callie, "she's here
because it is her mission. It's her mission to spread love and help those
seek an understanding of a higher love. She's our Mother Teresa."

"Oh, stop that, Callie. I am not."

"You are and you can't deny it," said Tony, "and we love you for it."

As we dined, the subject turned to how Amy and I met. When we got to the
part about Woody Creek, Tony interrupted.

"Mark suggested that we watch the YouTube video. What a beautiful song and
a great performance. It was great but not as good as the show you gave us a
few nights ago. That was something very special."

"Yes, really it was. It was memorable."

"I sensed that the two of you were brought together to spread your love
through music. I saw that. The warmth you two give off can warm the world.
It is a very special gift."

Amy and I looked at each other and we both blushed. I took her hand in mine
and said, "For years, I have been lost, I've been bruised and beaten up.
The moment I met Amy, I suddenly felt healed. I felt that home was wherever
we were together. I certainly can't say what the future holds but I know it
is together and it is all better now."

Darkness had set in and the moonless sky was alive with stars. The pool was
softly lit but it could not hide the shooting stars. I pulled out a joint
from my pocket but Tony stopped me, reaching for one in his pocket.

"Both of you can put that away. I happen to have some Oaxacan here that an
admirer gave me. I've been saving it for a special occasion," Lillian said
as she lit it and passed it, "be careful - it's silly stuff, giggly and
sensuous."

She was not wrong about that. Within a few minutes, we were all smiling and
within a few minutes after that, we were naked in the pool...and giggling.

Amy commented on Lillian's wonderful skin. She whispered into Amy's ears
and Amy laughed out, "You're kidding!" as Callie assured Amy that Lillian
wasn't kidding. Tony turned to me and quietly commented that Lillian makes
her own skin cream from secret ingredients, some of which include sperm and
some of that is his contribution. That made us both laugh. I swam over to
the women and asked Lillian if I could contribute some of my secret
ingredients. She asked me if I was serious and, at that moment, I was. She
asked the girls if they would be willing to milk us and then she would head
back to her cottage to prepare a batch. We all walked out of the pool and
gathering up the dogs, entered the house.

Seated comfortably on the couch, she positioned me and Tony next to each
other and began to softly stroke our cocks. Callie and Amy sat across from
us and watched. Lillian's hand was firm yet delicate and we were both hard
in a heartbeat. Amy and Callie began to kiss and touch each other which
only served to turn up the heat even more. As Lillian rolled my balls
around her soft hands, I relaxed. Closing my eyes, I let her slowly jerk
me. As a few drops of pre-cum started to drip out, she rubbed the head
around her face and licked the tip. I groaned happily. I looked up to see
Callie on the floor, her head between Amy's thighs and Amy with a huge
smile. There was little sound in the room. I looked over at Tony and he
seemed to be in the same shape as I. I ran my hand along Lillian's head and
shoulders. Her skin was very hot. I reached down and stroked her breasts,
so smooth and soft. We were all deeply enjoying each other.

Tony told her that he was coming soon and Lillian turned her attention to
him. She took a glass and handed it to me admonishing me not to lose a
drop. Tony took over stroking his dick as Lillian caressed his sac. I held
the glass to his glans as he began to shoot his seed into the glass. When
we was finished, Lillian licked him off. Now it was my turn and as she
began to jerk me, Tony took one of my nipples into his mouth. The girls
were now in a sixty-nine on the floor and close to coming. Lillian got the
glass to my dick as I shot my load into it. She then licked and sucked me
clean. Her tongue felt like butterfly wings. The three of us sat and
watched as the girls finished each other off. They turned to us smiling,
their faces glistening in pussy juice.

"Thank you both very much. This will make a very good batch. And now, I
will leave you lovebirds to your own devices. Make good love."

"No, you don't," said Callie, "it's our turn to thank you, Miss Lillian."
Callie held Lillian close and began to kiss her sensuously. Amy moved over
and joined Callie as they covered Lillian in love. Tony and I joined them
on the floor and we formed a circle around Lillian. All of us softly
touched and kissed her, pushing her down onto her back. Callie spread
Lillian's legs and commented upon wet Lillian was. We took turns feeling
her vagina. I stuck my finger into her canal and was surprised as it sucked
my finger in. No words were spoken as we four groped and fondled her. Each
of us took turns licking her puss. As we moved around her body, we mirrored
our motions into a synchronized dance. Callie moved to Lillian's left hand
and eased it into her own pussy. Tony squatted over Lillian's head and
placed the head of his mighty cock between her lips. Amy placed Lillian's
right hand into her puss as I eased my tongue into her. Lillian had a
beatific look on her face as she began to tremble and shake, her orgasm
rising. Callie nodded to us and our hands caressed and pulled on her pussy
lips. Lillian began to moan deliriously and pushed my head away from her
pussy. She ran her fingers over her clit and soon was spraying her juices a
foot into the air. Her hands clenched us as she arched her back and again
sprayed her fluid like an open hose. It was a sight to see as I had never
seen a woman ejaculate quite like that. It was only when it had subsided
that I noticed that Callie had collected most of it into another glass. The
clear liquid filled half the glass.

"Oh, mercy! That was wonderful! I haven't had an explosion like that since
I can't remember when. My body feels wonderful and I thank you all for
expressing your love to me."

We helped her stand up as she was a bit wobbly. She continued to mutter
"mercy, mercy" for a few moments. Callie brought her a glass of water to
help her collect herself. She began to putter around and seemed
rejuvenated. She covered her precious fluids in plastic wrap and all smiles
prepared to leave.

"I have some work to do in my secret laboratory now and I'll be on my way.
I hope to see you again soon. My thoughts are always with you. Na mas te."

"Oh, don't worry, Lillian. I think Davy and I will become frequent
students, don't you agree?"

"I do, indeed, Amy. It's not very often that we meet a 'life-changer'. Oh,
you'll see us again, I assure you."

We hugged her tight. With watery eyes, she told us that she loved us. And,
like a ephemeral sprite, disappeared out the door.

"She certainly is something else, isn't she?" asked Callie.

"She's the real thing," added Tony, "and we are blessed to know her. And
now, how about we move this party to the bedroom?"

We continued to comment about Lillian as we strolled into the room.
Comments like "I've never seen a woman cum like that!" and "I've only seen
geysers like that in Yosemite Park" came fast and furious. We sat around
the bed and smoked the rest of Lillian's primo joint. Soon, we were
giggling again.

"You know, if I didn't have Tony's big cock, I might just move the Sybian
in here."

I reached over and held it in my hand. Even soft, it was about seven inches
long. I asked him if he had a license to carry that around. Amy wrapped her
hand around it, too, and commented that she wouldn't mind a ride on it as
it grew in our hands. Meanwhile, Callie sat propped up on some pillows and
began to touch herself. I let go of Tony's cock to allow Amy access. I
moved myself around so I could lie between Callie's legs looking right into
her pink being gently stroked. It glistened with her juices in the dim
light. With one hand, she tweaked the perfect little nipple on her small
breast. Her other hand roamed around her clit making it erect and peeking
out of her full inner lips. She was smiling at me and enjoying her
exhibitionism. She ran her middle finger into her hole and then offered it
to me. I ran it under my nose to take in her muskiness. She pulled her
knees up and spread herself wider allowing me a better view of her dark
hole. She was now dripping onto the bed.

Amy had been lightly stroking and licking Tony's tool which was now very
hard and at its full ten-inch length. She said, "I must have this in me."
and positioned herself in a reverse cowgirl. She slowly slid down onto it
and grunted as she felt its fullness within her. Slowly, she rocked back
and forth upon it, grunting with each downstroke. Tony looked at me smiling
and placed his finger into his mouth signaling that he wanted my cock. I
leaned into Callie, pressing my nose onto her clit and slurped her. Pulling
away, I stood on the bed and placed my cock at Tony's mouth which he
quickly gobbled up. In this position, I could watch his dick plow Amy, I
could watch Callie finger herself enthusiastically and I could rock my cock
in and out of Tony's mouth. This man could really suck.

Callie decided to join our threesome and moved over to take Amy's breast
between her lips. With one hand, she fondled my ass and ran her fingertip
around my hole. As Tony became more intent in his sucking, she pushed her
finger inside and pushed up to my prostate. I arched myself into Tony's
mouth and felt my cock hit the back of his throat. After a few minutes of
this continuous action, I told him that I was going to cum and he increased
his oral vacuum. Callie pushed her finger against my prostate and rubbed
it. I could not hold my flood back any longer and I began to spew into
Tony's skillful mouth, filling it with my creamy load. He sucked it in
until the sensitivity on my glans became too much and I pulled away,
flopping onto the bed.

Callie had moved down to Amy's cunt and was nipping at her clit. Filled
with cock and having a sweet tongue flicking her caused Amy to grunt again
and push hard against Tony. She came hard, crying out that she was cumming.
Callie was doing all she could to hold on and lick up the voluminous juices
dripping out of Amy. Tony cried out that he was next and Amy pulled away
from him. Callie quickly pulled the head between her lips and started to
jerk him causing him to moan and thrash his head. I could see her cheeks
puff out as he filled her mouth with his gift. I moved under her and
started to lick and suck her soaking hole. Amy moved behind her and licked
her ass. Our actions brought her to the edge instantly and I was rewarded
with a copious amount of pussy juice running down my cheeks.

Exhausted, we all collapsed in a heap. "Now that was great," smiled Tony.
"We sure make a good group of fuckers, don't we?"

"Yeah, I think that's about as good as it gets," Callie chimed in. "I
really like you guys. Sex is so easy and fun with you. I'm going to miss
you both."

"Don't worry, Callie. I'm sure we'll be back. Hell, we may make this an
annual thing."

"I'm there," I added.

We all lay together for a while and smoked a little more. We talked about
how much we enjoyed each other as playmates and we complimented each other.
After a bit, it was time to kiss and say goodnight and the four of us put
our faces together for a group kiss. We walked back into the living room
and I think that all of us had a little trouble with our equilibrium. Santo
was out cold and happily snoring away but hearing us approach got him up
and on his feet. Amy and I promised that we would say goodbye in the
morning and the three of us strolled back to our room.

As soon as we entered the room, Amy jumped down on the bed and spread her
legs.

"I need you to eat me out...right now!" she ordered. Far be it from me to
deny my lady, I enthusiastically jumped between her thighs and began to
ferociously go down on her. I cupped her ass cheeks in my hands and
burrowed deeply into her womb.

"Yes, Yes, Yes! Davy! Oh, Davy!" Flicking her hard nubbin brought her off
quickly. She pulled me onto her and licked my face off. We fell asleep like
that.

The morning came and we were all packed by the time breakfast arrived. We
got a call from the Front Desk that our trailer had arrived so we called
for the porter and made our way over to settle up. Callie and Tony were
both behind the desk and seeing us, they came from behind to hug us. I
pulled out my credit card and handed it to Tony.

"No, no, no. Callie and I decided that since you have given us so much
pleasure and you were such wonderful guests..."

"...and you entertained us! Don't forget that, honey!"

"...we've decided not to charge you. You have been our guests and we hope
we will be friends for a lifetime."

Amy and I protested but to no avail. Finally, we gave up and thanked them,
promising that we would be in touch. We exchanged phone numbers and email
addresses when Callie remembered something.

"Gee, I almost forgot. Lillian stopped by to leave this for you, Amy." She
handed Amy a small box. Opening it, there was a small glass container
labeled "Lillian's Rejuvenation Cream."

"Wow, I am honored. Please thank her for me and tell her I will treasure
this."

We bid our goodbyes and walked out to see our huge chocolate van awaiting.
Al stood next to it and waved us inside. He got behind the wheel.

"I'm taking you over to a deserted parking lot for some lessons. Johnny
will follow us in the car."

As we drove, Al explained that the money had come through and that the Van
was prepped. He told us that they had moved all our gear and our belongings
from the old trailer into the new one. He told us that the rental bill on
the old trailer was covered as well and that he had discounted the bill by
25%. I watched studiously as he explained the cockpit controls. I watched
as he handled the van into the deserted parking lot.

Al parked it and gave us a thorough tour both inside and out. He explained
that we would probably discover some of the trailers secrets (he called
them 'special effects') since Ferrin was such an amazing designer and
engineer. I got behind the wheel and within fifteen minutes or so felt very
comfortable handling it. When he felt that I was fully competent, he tossed
some hypothetical problems at me and was satisfied with my responses.
Shaking our hands, he congratulated us on our purchase and bid us goodbye,
driving off to his dealership.

Amy, Santo and I were now alone in our new luxury liner. I told Amy that
there was one more thing to discuss. I told her that since we had pissed
away so much money on ourselves, we should consider taking a equivalent
amount of money and make some more donations to causes dear to our hearts.

"That's a wonderful idea. I want you to know that I was thinking about
that, too, after we left Betty Ford and I jotted down some ideas. We can
talk all about that later. Right now, I want you to pick me up and carry me
across the threshold to our bed!"

Smiling broadly, I lifted her into my arms and carried her to the bedroom.
I gently placed her down and kissed her. We cooed for a few minutes telling
each other how much we loved each other when Santo growled at us. Looking
over at him, I slapped the bed and he jumped up joining us in lots of
kisses.

"All right, Mr. Harper. It's time to head for Los Angeles. We have some
fish to fry!"

"On The Road Again,
Just can't wait to get on the road again,
The life I love is making music with my friends
And I can't wait to get on the road again.

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