Glad to see that you are enjoying the weather. Here the temperature stubbornly stays just below 70 and we still have cold nights.
Anyway. I have just enjoyed a great breakfast with my girls. It was the end of a crazy morning.
At around 3 am Phia, my youngest (18½), woke me up. She said nothing, but just held my hand. I looked up and saw her tears. “You want to talk about it?” I whispered.
She Shook her head. “No thanks. Can we just snuggle?”
I padded the bed and in, she went. At some time, I must have turned. I was spooning her, and she was still holding my hand, using my arm as a pillow.
A couple of hours later I was woken again by someone spooning me, trying to grab my shaft. I only just managed to think: “Oh! Shit” before the yelling started. I had forgotten all about a lady friend sleeping over.
I don't remember all she was screaming, except the end where she asked if I expected her to stand for this.
Still holding my hand over Phia’s ear, I answered, “No! I expect you to get the hell out of here.”
Well, she grabbed her stuff and left, still shouting. Semi dressed, she almost knocked over a slightly tipsy, homecoming Bell on her way out the front door
Bell looked into my bedroom with a “WTF…….. Oh.” seeing Phia
“That looks cozy.” She continued, while shredding her clothes. “Can I?”
“Sure,” I answered and carefully turned onto my back.
Half an hour later, I woke up again. Alice was back, trying to sneak in for her forgotten phone.
Her facial expression, when she saw my two beauties using my chest as a pillow, was priceless, but at least she left quietly.