July 9 2010: Friday with Tonja

Originally we planned to meet for lunch somewhere then go over to Tonja’s. However, neither of us wanted to waste time in a restaurant. I picked up chicken salads and wine at a market on the way over. We had the house to ourselves; the girls were both working, Whitney at the mall, Karen with a teen group cleaning up city playgrounds.

I don’t think we’d taken five bites of food before we were kissing, pulling each others clothes off and making our way up to her bedroom. We fell onto her bed. I immediately went for her cunt, called her dirty names, ate her and fucked her with my fingers. But then, she flipped me over, got on top of me in a 69 position and ate me while I ate her again. I went wild; so did she. We dirty talked each other, fingered each others asses, and just went into oblivion until we both got the edge off.

We pissed. I went downstairs, made a pitcher of frozen margaritas, brought all that back up, sat on the bed, drank and generally had fun with each others bodies. Personally, I was in lala land and so was she. She opened her lingerie drawer and pulled out a variety of stuff. We drank margaritas, dressed each other in sexy lingerie, modeled, went through several outfits and fucked again. I have to say, her eating me was heaven. Despite the air conditioner being cranked way down, we both were sweating against each other. Gawd, I needed that.

We ended up under the covers, cuddled around each other and fell asleep.

I woke up first, had a burning urge to pee. She followed me into the bathroom, watched me pee. She got in the tub, bent way over with her ass stuck back and pissed so I could watch and play in her stream.

We cleaned up, went back to bed and I ate her ass and frigged her off again. Then we talked. She told me Whitney would be furious if she (Whitney) knew she’d eaten me but it’s something lurking in her mind since the beginning of our relationship. Also, she wished this vacation and particularly the party was just about the two of us.

She threw out an idea of having the girls fly back home Saturday afternoon so just the two of us would be there Saturday night for the party. She feels Karen is definitely too young to attend the party and though Whitney is mature beyond her years in terms of sexual behavior, she's concerned about how others would feel with a 17 y/o there and I see her point. Whitney is already bitching that if Karen can’t go to the party, she’ll have to stay back at the hotel and “babysit” her younger sister and that’s not fair because she's the one who introduced me into the family.

So there’s a dilemma. I told Tonja if her decision is that the girls fly back Saturday, I’d abide by that and change the flight reservations. Then again, I’m sure we can work something out about the girls on Saturday night. I understood where she’s coming from, told her I’d help her anyway possible and apologized for bringing this difficult situation into the family.

Obviously we have to sort this out, and if either of you have any suggestions, please feel free to give me advice.

I left around 5:00. Neither of the girls had arrived. I’m going back over there either Sunday or Monday and we’ll sort out all the drama.