3 comments/ 29202 views/ 8 favorites Friendsgiving By: LenoraBlue Sarah was surveying her as yet-to-be-unpacked new living room when her phone rang. Joel, she thought, picking up the phone, excited for the welcome distraction. "Hi!" Sarah smiled into the phone. "Hey, Sarbear!" Joel's warm voice filled the room. "How's the settling in process going?" "Ugh. I hate it," Sarah responded, releasing a puff of air, pouting. She'd been in the house for almost three weeks now and had little to show for it. "What?" Joel, protested, "You do not! When we moved in you were all about the packing and unpacking process. Jesus, half our cabinets are still arranged the way you did 'em." "I know," she laughed, thinking of her best friend's warm home, 3,000 miles away. "But that was YOUR house. It's different with my stuff." "Just pretend it's not your house, then. Problem solved." Sarah rolled her eyes. "I heard that," Joel scolded. And Sarah beamed. "I miss you guys." "Aw, sunshine, we miss you, too! Thanksgiving's not going to be the same without your famous pies. Catherine's still planning on making some, but I said we should just make brownies, because if it's not your pie, it's not worth the calories." "Nah, she'll do fine!" Sarah retorted, thinking of how she helped coach Catherine in the weeks before she moved, showing her all the tried and true secrets she'd acquired in her five plus years as a professional pastry chef. "The last few times we made them together, you couldn't even tell who was the head chef in charge." "Maybe, but you still work magic into your food, I swear it." "Thanks for the reminder. How's Cath? How's the little guy?" "They're both good. Oliver's napping now, so she's at the store trying to beat the mad rush. You know how she likes everything to be perfect." "I can't believe I'm going to miss his first Thanksgiving!" Sara said, looking at the picture of her godchild on the fridge. "Give him a snuggle for me." "Done and done." Joel said, and Sarah knew she'd be getting some cute snapshots delivered to her phone later. Her best friends knew how hard this transition was going to be, probably better than she did. "Listen, though," Joel said, "Cath and I were sitting here last night, thinking about you all by yourself in New England, having a lonesome, albeit it idyllic Turkey Day, and we just couldn't stand the thought of you not making pies for anyone." "Mostly because you want the pies," Sarah teased. "Mostly." Joel said, laughing, "but also because we know how much you like the holidays. Sooooo, we found you a place to go! You're going to Dougie's." "Is that like, a wayward kitchen for the down and out?" "Oh, hush. No, Doug! You remember, from our wedding? C'mon. I KNOW you guys danced together. He remembers you!" Joel and Catherine's wedding was six years ago, but yes, she did remember Doug. He was a friend of Cath's. Smart, charming, super good looking, and arm candy for one of the bridesmaids, who, like Catherine, had attended college with him. As Joel's groomswoman, Sarah had heard a lot about "Dougie", from the bridesmaid who got progressively drunker on the limo ride to the reception. So, when she got there, she wanted to meet him for herself, and was not disappointed. Doug was charming, funny, a great dancer, and, unfortunately for her, attached. "Anyways," Joel said, "turns out he lives a few towns away from you, and he's super excited for you to join his crew for dinner. It's similar to what we do - more friends than family - so it won't be weird for you to join." Speak for yourself, Sarah thought, as she got up her courage to say yes to this invitation to a mostly-stranger's home. "He's going to text you directions later this afternoon. And he's expecting you to bring pies." "Aw, gee thanks." "Listen, if we aren't going to get to eat them, someone should! Can't break tradition, Sarbear. Just move it around a little." She knew he was trying to be helpful, but the thought of her first holiday alone made her heart hurt. And then she heard crying in the background. "Oh, shoot, that's Oli!" Sarah could hear her godson's cries over the phone. "He's up from his nap. Gotta run! Have fun, and let us know how it goes!" "I will, big love to everyone there!" Sarah said, rushing their goodbye. "You got it!" Joel said, right before the line went dead. Sarah looked at her house, a mishmash of boxes and items unpacked. She moved to Massachusetts three weeks ago, the culmination of a decision that had been months in the making. She'd been in California for the past ten years - a bunch of her college crew had stayed on after graduation - and she'd built quite the family of friends over the past decade. She and Joel had met in college - best friends since sophomore year - and when he met Catherine a few years after graduating, Sarah was thrilled that he had finally found his match. The three of them got along famously, and she was closer to them than she was her blood relatives. But, a few months ago, she decided she needed a change. The 3 year relationship Sarah'd been in had fizzled out, and the hours she was logging as an acclaimed pastry chef at a posh resort got to be impossible to manage. When a small, but popular, bakery she had visited on a vacation to her newly adopted sea-side town a few years earlier posted online that the owners were looking to sell, Sarah jumped at the opportunity. Now that she was here, though, she was feeling slightly foolish. She didn't really know anyone - a few cousins here and there, and some alumni and chefs that she was meaning to connect with - and that combined with the impending holidays made her feel like she'd made a mistake in uprooting herself all because a picturesque storefront she had forgotten she'd liked on Facebook became available for sale. Sarah shook her head. Snap out of it. Joel's right. This house would have been unpacked last week if it wasn't my own. She started moving boxes and beginning to settle into her new life, taking a deep breath and telling herself that this WAS a good decision. She already had a place to go on Thanksgiving. ~~~~ A few hours later, she was in the bedroom, unpacking her clothes when her phone chirped. A new e-mail, from Doug. She opened it and read the contents. Hi, Sarah! Cathy and Joel said that you're in my neighborhood. Welcome! They also said that you were planning on being all alone for Thanksgiving, which is totally absurd. You're coming to my house. Don't argue. We'll eat at 3 p.m. but feel free to come by whenever. The cocktails start with mimosas at 9 a.m. - my sister insists we drink while we prep -, so truly, anytime after that is good. I'm copying directions from your place to mine. (Joel gave me your address, hope that's not weird!) Should be a picturesque 45 minute drive. Holler if you having any questions! Looking forward to reconnecting with you. I'll make sure to warn all the guest that Meatloaf is not on the menu. ;) -D Sarah laughed out loud. She had completely forgotten that they'd both cringed watching people dance to "Paradise by the Dashboard Light" and had a lengthy, giggly conversation about how Meatloaf should be banned from any group gathering that wasn't karaoke. She wrote him a message thanking him, giving him her number, and saying that she was looking forward to the meal. And she realized: she really was. Especially as she looked at the thumbnail image that came up next to his e-mail address. He was just as good looking as she'd remembered, and wondered if it would be tacky to inquire with Cathy whether or not he was still dating her bridesmaid friend. A few seconds later, her phone chirped again. This time it was a text message. Sarah, it's Doug! Just wanted to make sure we were in each other's phones. See you in a few days! Thanks for inviting me! How many people are you expecting? Right now the list is about 20, but we may get more stragglers. Sounds good to me! Fantastic. Cathy said I'm in for a real treat. Sarah blushed. I don't want to brag, but I HAVE won an award or two of these bad boys. You're an award winner?! Yeah, my pies are acclaimed. Wait, pies? You're going to bring pies? Excellent! Sarah blushed even harder. Sorry, I thought you knew that! No, Cathy said YOU were the treat. ;) Heat-seeking missiles could find Sarah's face if they were launched right now. So long as you don't ask me to love you forever. She teased back. Well, I certainly won't ask you to make ME your wife, if that's what you're worried about. :p Doug bantered, returning her Meatloaf lyric with one of his own. Ha. No. That's off the table. Pie's are on it, though, don't worry there. With extra whipped cream? ;) Sarah felt her stomach flutter. Are we flirting? She wondered, and decided to test it. Are we still talking about dessert? she typed and hit send before she second guessed it. Haha, her phone chirped. And then, again, Just have a sweet tooth, don't hold it against me. Never would. Talk later! Sarah responded, burying her head in her pillow. You have no friends, why would you chance it with the one person you kinda-sorta know? If only he wasn't so damned good looking. And if only it hadn't been so long since I've gotten laid... Sarah screamed into her pillow. She felt better. Will I ever get over being an awkward flirt? She wondered. I should just go for it. Who cares? Cathy had reported that Doug was single when she had texted her earlier. She probably told him! Sarah groaned. That was why Doug said I was the treat. Well, cards - and pies - are all on the table now. She sighed. Might as well just enjoy it. She moved back to the box she was unpacking, and got to the bottom, where all her bras and underwear were. And... her purple vibrator, which she'd forgotten she'd put in there. Moving aside the lacy bits of silk and satin, Sarah tried to remember when the last time was that she'd got off. A week? More? She'd definitely gotten off while drifting to sleep, but only with her hand. She still had yet to use the vibrator in her new house. Well, she thought, palming the length of it, no time like the present, and leaned back, unbuttoning her pants, tugging them down one handed, off her round hips and firm ass. Sarah hadn't bothered to find a new waxer here in town so she could see the shock of red hair peeking out the top of her white cotton briefs. Sarah pushed the waist band down, and moved the soft curls to one side, slipping a finger between her lips, past her clit, to her slit where she started slowly swirling the outer edges of her cunt, coaxing herself to get wetter, the brief flirtation with Doug already, she was embarrassed to find, started the job. While teasing herself, she wriggled out of her pants and underwear, so she could see the muscle definition on her freckled thighs as she clenched them, bucking her hips to meet her fingers. Her ring and the middle fingers were curling up to meet her g-spot, which was hard under her touch, a sure sign that she needed to get off. Gasping as she applied pressure, she could feel the walls of her cunt clench against her. She firmly held her fingers in place, as her thumb, wet with her cum, swirled her clit. Sarah moved her other hand up to her collar, touching her neck. She always loved it when her lovers kissed her there, firm but gentle bites. She lightly dragged her nails over her collar bone, pushing her flannel shirt aside. She hadn't bothered to throw a bra on that morning - one of the upsides of having small breasts - so it was easy to find her hard nipples, roll them between thumb and forefinger, twisting and pinching as her soaked fingers rhythmically milked her pussy. Sarah arched her back in anticipation of the first orgasm hitting her, and in doing so, planted her hand on the ground to anchor her. Her finger tips brushed her vibrator, which she'd completely forgotten about. "Remember the task at hand, woman!" Chiding herself, Sarah pulled herself off the floor, dropping the flannel on the ground as she did so. She climbed up on the bed, balancing herself so she was on the edge of it, arranging herself just so she was in front of the mirror that hung on the wall. She was a bit of a voyeur in that way. Seeing her taught muscles tense and release, the lines of her abs involuntarily clenched them in response to her pussy throbbing. She liked to watch as her hands became not her own, stepping outside of herself to see the fingertips trace each curve, dig in and hold on and ride each shudder of pleasure that she gave herself. Sitting back, she turned her vibrator on and slowly slid it into her soaking wet pussy. Her eyes fluttered, and Sarah bit her lip. She let the clenching of her cunt move the purple cock, freeing her hands to rake her nails over her body. Lingering on her thighs, her belly, the skin on her breasts. She moved one hand up to her head, reached up and pulled the tie from her hair, releasing her auburn curls. Watched in the mirror as they cascaded down and around her freckled shoulders, the copper tones against her skin, which, normally milky was now flushed red. She started fucking herself faster, pulling on her hair, tugging her head backwards, exposing her throat that was growling approval to the movements her hands made. She tentatively wrapped her hand around her neck, lightly applying pressure. Fuck, she gasped, surprising herself at how good it felt. "Fuck me, Doug," she moaned. Didn't even know that she was fantasying about him until she said his name, the breathy exploration of the single syllable, made the walls of her pussy hum. She moved her free hand down to her clit and started working it, rubbing it quickly, feeling it slip under her fingers, the sensitive bulb singing under the tips of her fingers as the vibrator moved in and out of her cunt. Her back arched, and her legs started to lock, looking in the mirror, she saw her lip snarl up, and watched her small tits bounce in time to the fucking she was giving herself. "That's it, Doug, just like that." She said to her reflection, "Fuck me, Doug, destroy my twat. Make me yours, Doug." She snarled, pulling her hair again, then raking her fingers down her neck and to her nipple where she bit it with her fingers, a sinful twist that was equal parts pain and pleasure. "I'm your little hungry little cum whore, aren't I, Doug?" She watched as her juices slipped down the purple vibrator, soaking the quilt on her bed. Spread her legs further, so she could watch the length of the toy get swallowed up by her swollen slit, watch as her chest flushed red, the blush creeping to her face, felt her whole body get warmer as her skin began to tingle. "Yes!" Sarah cried, bouncing up and down on her fake dick, "I want it, I want you to fill me up with your big, hot load!" With that thought, Doug's profile picture popped into her head. His broad smile, the wavy brown hair. She thought of his face, inches from hers, biting into his shoulder to keep from bursting his ear drum with her groans of agreement. Sarah's legs locked up, all the way to her toes, she felt the first orgasm come. Normally that was enough, but today, she disciplined herself to keep her hands right where they were, and despite the sensitive skin protesting beneath her, coached a second and third wave, until she collapsed back on to her bed, sweaty, wet, spent. And completely satisfied. --------- A few days later, Sarah loaded six pies - and several quarts of heavy cream - into the backseat of her car. She planned on getting to Doug's around noon, and was almost there when her phone rang. It was Doug. "Hello?" "Hey, Sarah! Happy Thanksgiving! Have you left yet?" "Yup!" she said, a bit confused, "Is everything alright? I'm just about to pull into your driveway." "Oh! Oh, ok. Yeah, I just wasn't sure if you were still coming or not." "I am. I'm almost there." "A lot of people ended up cancelling because of the weather." It had been snowing for much of the drive, but nothing Sarah couldn't handle. She had grown up in Michigan, and knew her way around a winter storm. "Listen, I'm actually here, why don't we pick this up in a few minutes?" "Sure, sure, of course! I'll meet you outside." And sure enough, as she pulled down the driveway, there was Doug. Handsome in a pair of dark wash jeans, a green flannel under a puffy vest, and tan work boots. Her heart didn't flutter when she saw him, but her cunt did. He waved, pushed his hair out of his face and she smiled as she saw a few waves fall back into his eyes. He had a beard - that was new, and it hid his dimples. But it looked good on him, and in his flannel outfit he looked like a typical lumberjack. As he approached, she could tell he had the muscles to prove it. "Hi! Glad you made it ok!" "Is everything ok? You sounded concerned on the phone," she said, leaning in to receive the kiss on the cheek he was moving to give her. "Well, I was worried about the California girl in the snow, can you blame me?" Doug reached into the car to help her grab the boxes that carried the pies. "But you're here now, so let's get inside! It's freezing!" Sarah entered the house first, the blast of warm air welcome on her frozen face. It smelled like wood smoke and sage. She scooted in so Doug could shut the door behind her. "Feel free to hang your coat on the rack. My sister's an avid knitter, so there's a bunch of booties in that basket, help yourself." This is so New England, Sara thought, reaching in to find a pair of red woolen slippers that matched the flared pattered skirt she had chosen to wear. She slipped off her leather boots and put the booties on over her black silk stockings. Sarah reached back for the box containing the pies and Doug waved his hand. "No, no, go into the living room, pointing. "I've got these. The fam will meet you and fix you a drink." Sarah walked into the living room, thinking she must be super early, since there were only half a dozen people there. "Nice slippers!" A green eyed woman with a pixie cut said, dimples showing when she smiled. She must be Doug's sister, and Sarah went to introduce herself. "Yup! I'm Lila. Dougie refinished all these wood floors himself when he bought the place and I didn't have the heart to see them get scratched up, so...I make him slippers. Feel free to take those home with you! There's plenty more where that came from," she said, indicating a bag with yarn and knitting needles poking out. "Yeah, that's my Little Love," an impressive woman with mahogany skin, a septum ring and silver dreadlocks said, kissing Lila on the lips. "Always keeping her hands busy," she said, slipping her hand to rest on Lila's bum. "Sarah, this is my fiancée, Elizabeth. You can call her Bets, though, everyone does." "Happy to meet you, Sarah. We weren't sure who all was going to make it!" "Wouldn't miss it," Sarah said, still feeling like she was missing something. "Did you leave your bag in the foyer? We can go grab it and show you your room." Lila asked, looking past Sarah for the bag she hadn't brought. "Oh, um, sorry. I'm not staying the night." "Like hell you aren't." Elizabeth, shook her head, and pursed her bright red lips. "Didn't Doug tell you to bring a bag?" "No, he didn't. Just...just the pies. It's ok, I only live 45 minutes away." "Damn it, Doug!" Lila yelled into the hall. "When did you call Sarah? Didn't I tell you to call her this morning?" "Well," Doug said, looking at the clock that had just chirped noon, entering the room with a tray of drinks, "technically it was morning..." "Shit. He just called you didn't he?" "Yup." Sarah said. "And you didn't check the weather before you came, did you?" "Should...should I have?" Friendsgiving Dinner We had never been to a Friendsgiving dinner before but my buddy Denny explained that it was a pre-Thanksgiving dinner to get friends together in the same way you get family together for Thanksgiving. He predicted a crowd of 25 or so and a good time for all. So, on the night of, my wife Valerie and I headed up to his house for dinner. Valerie is one of those stunningly sexy "late-bloomers" that, in her early 40's, has the solid body of a 20-year old with a fantastic ass and incredible C cup breasts topped off with large dark areolas and nipples the size of pencil erasers. Her sultry smile and large eyes only add to her appeal. With her maturity she has a confidence about her sexuality that is a huge turn on since she knows how to be extremely sexy and yet classy at the same time. To dress for the dinner, Valerie wore black stretchy jeans that were incredibly tight like yoga pants and did everything to shown off her wonderful ass and long legs. She also wore a cheetah print button up blouse, although not completely buttoned. When she learned forward ever so slightly the top would open up so that you could get a nice eyeful of large C cup breast barely covered by the thin bra. The bra she wore was a completely see-thru black number that does nothing to hide the view of her lovely tits or large nipples. Of course, the heels she wore only helped to shape her ass and to push out her tits even more. She once again managed to look extremely sexy and classy at the same time. So much so that, before leaving the house I bent her over the bed and pulled down her tight jeans and grabbed her hips in order to give her a good pre-party fuck. While fucking her I told her how great her ass looked and that every guy at the party would be sure to be staring at it. "Isn't that the idea?" she breathed back between thrusts. I love seeing Valerie turn on other guys and when another guy looks at Valerie and get that glazed look that says he is thinking about sex and in particular about doing nasty things with her. It is a huge turn on knowing that other guys want to fuck my wife. With Denny there is the added bonus of knowing that he will also get in a touch and squeeze on Valerie. Of course, she would encourage this by "innocently" holding a pose and always letting him finish his groping. If the situation is right, there could be even more. When we arrived it was already dark outside and several cars were parked. Denny walked outside to greet Valerie and I as we got out of our car. It was too dark for Denny to get a view of Valerie's ass but he did give her a very close and tight bear hug, no doubt to enjoy her breasts squeezed against his chest. We had played around before with threesomes between Denny, Valerie and I, but it had been a while since our last escapade. After those quick hellos we went into the house and joined the party. There was large crowd and we were the last to arrive so there was plenty of mingling going on as cooking for dinner finished up. As we gathered mainly in the kitchen around the huge center island I caught Denny "innocently" standing next to Valerie but his arm not to be seen since he was busy rubbing Valerie's ass! There he was, with his own wife, Melissa, in the room and right in the middle of everyone, grabbing my wife's ass and no one else noticed! It was a huge turn on to see his hand sliding down the curve of her ass cheek and then stopping to give her a nice squeeze in a room full of people. Everyone carried on conversations and no one saw what was going on, but I did catch a smile from Valerie. From his angle standing next to her he also had a nice view down the front of her blouse to her thinly covered tits. I'm sure he could see nipple since he seemed to be enjoying the view so much. As the crowd spilled into different rooms I found a chance to hug Valerie from behind and slide my hands over her silky shirt up to her breasts. I rubbed my palms over her soft breasts and found her hardening nipples. We were facing just right so that Denny got an eyeful when I pulled one side of her blouse open, exposing her dark, hard nipple through the see through bra. "He sees you," I whispered into her ear as I kissed the side of her neck. Her goose bumps and small shudder told me she didn't mind. While he was still looking, I flicked her exposed nipple as my own hard dick buried itself into her shapely ass. I could see him adjusting himself as this was also having an affect on him. Regaining her composure, Valerie shook me free and pulled her shirt closed. While she pretended to scold me for doing that where anyone could have seen, she did manage to brush against my still hard dick with a smile. When it came time to sit for dinner, since it was Denny's house he sat at the head of the table and I maneuvered around so that Valerie was immediately to his right and I next to her on her right. During dinner I would occasionally rub her leg and maybe let my fingers wander over to crotch. This stretchy material of her jeans was soft enough for me to be able to stroke with just enough pressure to graze her clit as she tried to carry on conversation normally. She would move my hand aside after a moment but it wouldn't be too long before I was at it again. I could also tell that Denny was getting a great view down her blouse the entire dinner as his eyes seemed to wander back there constantly. At one point Valerie went over to the "kids table" to help them out. When bending low over the kid's table, she gave the adults a great view of her backside. She stayed bent over for a long time help to cut up food on the kids' plates and the gentle back and forth sway of her bent over ass in those tight jeans was spell-binding. Obviously, I was very turned on by all of this. After dinner and when people were socializing I managed to grab Valerie away from the crowd and found a bedroom down the hall. When I pushed the door closed behind me she turned around to see that I had already freed my hard dick from my pants. She looked down and smiled that sexy smile of hers and asked "aren't we turned on?" even as her hand started to slide up and down my shaft. She then looked up at me as she dropped to her knees and her open mouth took in the head of my dick. As her tongue danced over the head she firmly slid one hand up and down my shaft as the fingers of her other hand lightly caressed by balls, sending tingles through my body. She started out slowly, savoring what she was doing. Of course, I wasn't going to complain! Knowing that Denny had been touching and ogling her all night and knowing that we could get caught any moment added to my excitement as she sucked. She was so into what she was doing that she didn't notice the door of the room open and that Denny slipped in, closing the door behind him. Now, I could add, "being watched" to my list of excitement. As he watched, he started to open up his pants to pull out his own dick. From how he was stroking himself, it was clear that he enjoyed watching her mouth slide up and down my dick while she didn't even know we were being watched. Deciding I wanted to change things up, I pulled her to a standing position in front of me. She didn't resist at all when I pushed open her blouse to enjoy the view of her tits and hard nipples through the see through thin bra. I quickly lowered my lips and started to suck a nipple through the material of the bra while my hand massaged her other breast through her shirt. I know that she always closes her eyes when I suck on her nipples so she still didn't realize that Denny was standing just a couple feet away stroking his dick while watching us. From the "mmmm" quiet noises she was making I knew that Valerie was enjoying the attention that her breasts were receiving. I kept at playing with her breasts and she kept with the quiet moans even as she tried to ask, "what if someone catches us?" I answered by moving a hand down to squeeze and massage her lovely ass through her tight pants. She responded by squeezing my dick that she had just been sucking. She was obviously getting more turned on when she said "let's make this quick" and started to unbutton her shirt as I kept playing with her fantastic breasts. As the noise of the party carried on just beyond the door, her blouse fell completely open, and she started to unbutton quickly her tight pants. She was so intent on me that she still didn't notice Denny standing to her side as she stripped her tight pants and thong. While she was pulling off her pants she whispered to me "lay down on the floor." So, there I lay with my hot body wife standing over me, naked from the waist down with her landing strip pussy in full view and with her wide open blouse and see through bra still on. I wasn't the only one enjoying the view. Amazingly, she still hadn't noticed Denny slowly jacking himself off just to her side even though he had clearly seen everything she had to offer. I don't think my dick had ever been harder as she reached down to grab it while lowering herself onto me. She stared straight into my eyes as she settled down onto me and the warm wetness of her pussy surrounded by upright dick. Her hands were on my chest as she started to dance her hips back and forth on my pole. "This feels so good" she moaned as her head looked to the side with that sex face expression I love so much. "This looks so good" was all I could utter as my eyes were transfixed on the view of her breasts. From below my view was already towards the underside of her curvaceous tits but now, with her hands on my chest, her arms were squeezing them together, creating a tempting, deep cleavage between. Her very erect nipples pushing through her thin bra enhanced this site She then grabbed the bedpost that was to one side and the dresser that was to the other side to give her even better leverage as she ground her pussy on me. The amount of wetness coming out of her was amazing as she continued. She still didn't realize that when she grabbed the dresser her hand was only inches from where Denny stood, with his hard dick standing out, pre-cum dripping from him. "Your friend was being a bad boy tonight" she whispered to me as she closed her eyes to enjoy the sensations. "His hands were all over me, even when you weren't looking," she whispered. "In the hallway he came up behind me and grabbed my hips. Before he let go he pushed his dick into my ass," she stopped as a mini-orgasm interrupted her. "He was hard. He felt huge," she finished as she stifled a moan. The sound of her words excited me so much I swear that my already hard dick grew another inch inside of her. She must have felt this since she dropped her hand from the bedpost to reach behind her ass and stroke my balls as she continued to ride me. She knows that I love this and can't last long before cumming. I traced my hands up her thighs, hips and torso to reach her gorgeous, large breasts. When I reached her breasts I slid over the smooth fabric of her bra and squeezed and massaged. Her breasts, in their excited glory, had swollen and strained against her see through bra as I enjoyed their texture. Dropping one hand away from her, I nodded to Denny, who didn't need any more encouragement. He quickly took advantage of the free breast and started to enjoy its softness with his own hand. I almost blew my load right there as I watched my wife fuck me from on top and feeling her stroke my balls, while Denny and I each played with a tit, his dick hanging out only inches from her face and Valerie making incredible sex faces with her eyes closed. His pre-cum had dripped from the end of his dick in a long string the looked like a shiny spider web. As I watched, the drip settled onto the upper curve of the same breast that Denny was playing with. "What would you do if Denny was here now?" I asked her. As she moaned she answered, "I love two dicks. Since I'm fucking yours I would have to suck his." With that, Denny stepped forward with his hard dick sticking straight ahead. Her grinding on my dick must have made her mouth a moving target for him but it didn't matter. As his dick slide across her chin, leaving a trail of his pre-cum across her face, she opened her eyes and didn't seem surprised. "Silly boys, did you think I didn't know he was here?" were the last words I heard out of her as she turned to take his dick all the way into her mouth. Having had my dick between those same red lips just a minute before, I could imagine what Denny was feeling as Valerie caressed his balls and sucked on him firmly. She immediately had a huge orgasm as I felt her wetness running out of her and all over my crotch. Denny had never let go of her tit when she started to suck him but now he put his other hand on her head as he pushed his dick deeper into her mouth. While in this submissive position, Valerie only added to the hotness by looking up and making eye contract with Denny as he pushed his dick as deep down her throat as it could go. I had as much as I could take and I squeezed hard on the breast that I was playing with as I shot my cum into her sopping wet pussy. I could hardly see straight as the orgasm was so strong that I could feel every single pulse of cum shooting from me and deep into her. As I released shot after shot of cum into her she keep sucking hard on Denny's dick as squeezed and rolled her nipple between his fingers. I could see Denny getting ready to shoot his own load down Valerie's throat. She let her one free from stroking my balls and reached around to Denny. With one hand sliding on his shaft she reached with the other underneath his balls and her fingers started to tickle his anus. I dropped my hand from the tit I was playing with to enjoy this view as she continued bucking up and down on my dick and sucking Denny's dick. My hand that had just loved her breast came to rest with thumb pressing against her clitoris as she pushed even harder onto my dick. It seems that her finger tickling his anus was the tipping point as Denny's face tensed up and he started to shoot his own load into Valerie's mouth that was still clamped down around his dick. Like my own, it seemed that his orgasm was buckets of cum that kept pulsing into Valerie's mouth. Even though his hand was holding her head close, Valerie loves the taste of cum and wouldn't have done anything but swallow every drop. Riding my dick while I was playing with her clit and having Denny's dick deep in her throat was just too much for Valerie. It's a good thing that Denny's dick was so deep down Valerie's throat in order to muffle her scream as a final orgasm ripped through her. Her cum was now running down my balls as she turned from grinding to bucking on me before slowly coming to a stop. Finally we had all finished our simultaneous orgasms and took a second to breath. Valerie raised herself from my upright dick as she gave Denny's dick a last kiss. It was a great site to see her landing strip pussy, her erect nipples pointing through the thin see through bra as she ran a last tongue over his dick and looked at me with her big eyes and sexy smile. She regained her composure first. As she gave both of our dicks firms squeeze, she told us to put our dicks away and get back to the party. Valerie remained behind to get herself dressed and straightened up. We all rejoined the party and acted as if nothing had happened. I was amazed that no one even noticed the slight sweat and the knowing smiles on all three of us. As the party wound down Denny, always the gentlemen walked us out to our car. On the walk out I made a joke about our new double meaning of "Friendsgiving." Denny said he hoped we were starting a tradition. The night ended with another tight hug between Denny and Valerie but this time with both of his hands firmly on her lovely round ass. Friendsgiving "California girl, indeed." Bets said, smiling approvingly. "Well, sunshine," she continued, "you managed to get here right before the best part of the Nor'easter hit. As you can see from the slim pickings, most folks cancelled. Those of us here all live within walking distance or are planning on spending the night. And since you most decidedly do NOT live within walking distance - even in those killer booties," Lila winked at her fiancée, who continued, "you're staying." Sarah smiled politely. "Is the storm really that bad?" "We don't bite," Bets said, pulling Lila into her. "That's a lie." Lila said. "She totally bites." Lila kissed her, who bit her lip as acknowledgement. Pulling away, Lila turned to Sarah. "But, she doesn't like red heads, so you'll be safe." She dropped her voice, "Doug, on the other hand, does." And gave another of her charming winks. Sarah gulped. She knew she had a crush on Doug, but wasn't sure how secretive she could be in such close quarters. Especially with Betsy and Lila oozing pheromones the way they were. Sarah was wondering if she could handle what she'd gotten herself into. "I heard that," Doug said, slapping his sister playfully on the back of her head. "It's true, I do." Sarah could feel herself blushing. "But I'm also a perfect gentleman. Unlike these two love birds," he nodded to his sister and her fiancée. "You'll have to excuse them, they're newly engaged and disgustingly in love." "Sure are!" Lila said, nuzzling Bets' neck. "Anyways," Doug turned to Sarah, frowning at her. "I'm sorry to spring the over night on you. I wasn't trying to ignore you, I just, shit I know this makes me look really bad, but, I forgot you were coming." "Doug!" Lila said, mouth dropping open. "Way to make a girl feel wanted!" Doug turned to Sarah, who was blushing her embarrassment. "If you like, I could probably get you back home in the truck if we left now. The storm's moving up from the south, we might be able to beat it." Sarah wanted to say yes, but reminded herself of the hot sessions she'd had back home with her purple dick. Doug might have forgotten he'd invited her, but she was bound and determined to make sure he didn't forget she'd came. "That would totally defeat the purpose of me cumming!" She said, the double entendre clear only to herself. "I'm here, so, might as well stay!" Doug smiled approvingly. "Are you sure? We have plenty of space, so you won't be imposing. You don't have anyone expecting you at home?" Sarah smiled. Clever boy. "Nope. Not even a goldfish." "Besides," she continued, "I didn't want to spend the holiday alone, and this way, I won't be." "Here, here!" Lila cheered, raising her glass. Betsy looked at the way Doug and Sarah were eying each other and snorted to herself. "No, sugar. You definitely won't be." The afternoon sped by. Sarah was thoroughly charmed by Doug and his friends. Everyone was warm and welcoming, and despite the fact the power cut out 20 minutes before the Turkey was to come out of the oven, Doug had planned ahead. The generator was on, and there was plenty of gas to keep the fridge running for a few days. The leftovers would be safe, and, considering how many people cancelled, there were plenty of those! The fire place was throwing off a warm glow, and they made an executive decision to light the home with candles. "It's more romantic this way," the resident love birds said, and no one complained. The evening had taken on quite the romantic overtones, but no one seemed to mind. As the night wore on, those who lived within walking distance left, bundled up with jars of warm cocoa and peppermint Schnapps to make sure the walk home was a pleasant one. Doug, Lila, Elizabeth, Sarah, Frank and Joan were the last to stay. Frank was an artist from Canada who had flown in for the holiday, and he and Joan, one of Elizabeth's colleagues at the museum they worked at had been eying each other all night. Sarah knew she was a bit of a voyeur. (She did, after all, like watching herself get off in front of her bedroom mirror...) But the idea of hitting on Doug while Lila watched made Sarah's tell tale blush creep into her ivory skin. She liked her complexion most of the time; except for when it gave her away. "Does anyone want more pie? We still have a three we haven't even cut into!" "No, no," Frank, moaned, rolling over to his side. He had been on the floor at Joan's feet, where she was braiding his long silver hair. "My belly can't. I can't eat another bite." "I'll take that challenge," Joan said, leaned over and kissed him, her inhibitions gone two glasses of chardonnay ago. Sarah stood up, and started to move to the door. She hadn't been in a make out party since high school, and she didn't feel like starting now. "Fresh air?" Doug asked, quickly appearing at her side. She'd been aware he had been watching her throughout the evening, and, like Joan, her confidence in her mission to kiss him had gotten bolder with each glass of wine. "Yeah," Sarah said, "I think so." "Coffee or cocoa?" he asked, heading to the kitchen to gather supplies for their wintery trek. "Both." She said, and, watching the way the jeans hugged his ass as he walked by, "With that vanilla vodka your sister made." "Better wear my boots, lady." A tipsy Lila called from the love seat where she and Betsy were snuggling. Her head was hanging upside down off the end of the couch and her feet were in Bets' lap. "Your Italian leather will get wrecked in these drifts." "These?" Sarah called back, holding up a proper pair of winter boots. "Those are them!" Lila said, slowly moving her head back and forth, causing her short hair to spike up as gravity pulled it down. "Oh and be careful." Lila giggled. "Doug told Betsy earlier that he likes it when your cheeks get red." Sarah blushed. "That's it." Betsy said, laughing, while rubbing Lila's feet. "Although from what I've heard from his last girlfriend, those weren't the cheeks he meant." "ELIZABETH!" Lila scolded, pulling herself upright. "I don't want to know that! She doesn't want to know that." Lila looked at Sarah, her hair falling back into place, the blood rushing out of her face. "Wait. Do you?" "Hey." Doug said, returning with travel mugs in each hand. "Suit up, California girl. You're in for an adventure." Sarah turned crimson, and Lila and Betsy's giggles turned to raucous laughter as Sarah and Doug pulled on boots and coats and headed out the door. ~~~~ "It's beautiful." Sarah breathed in deep, the sweet smell of smoke and freshly fallen snow filling her lungs. "What's yours?" she swept her hand to indicate the wooded land in his back yard. "Most of it," Doug said. "There were several lots available when the farm house went up for sale, and I didn't have the heart to see it turned into condos. So I bought them all. " Doug offered his hand to help Sarah climb over a fallen tree at the edge of the forest. "Are you ok with going in?" "Yes," Sarah whispered, feeling reverent. The forest was so still. She could hear the snow falling, even through the bundle of hats and scarves that Doug had arranged, insisting that what she had worn wouldn't be enough. "I'm glad we've got a second alone." Sarah's heart skipped. Maybe he'd make the first move and she could spare herself the embarrassment if she failed. "I wanted to apologize for not having had called you earlier in the day. I'm sure it must've looked like I forgot about you," Doug said. "Well, you KINDA did," Sarah teased, swinging her leg up and over a fallen branch, making sure not to get any pine on her woolen skirt, the cold air biting her stockinged leg. Doug threw his hands up, "Guilty! Guilty. But I was really looking forward to you coming. You, Sarah. Not just your pies. Although those were damn delicious, for sure." "I was glad to have someone to make them for! I'm sorry you're stuck with me over night." Sarah said, kicking the snow out of the way to make a path. "I'm not." Doug said and looked at her in a way that made her blush all over. "I know I said I'd forgotten about you, but I just meant as a guest for the day. I mean, I knew I'd invited you but since it was so last minute, I forgot I'd invited you and..." Doug cleared his throat. "I just...You're not forgettable, Sarah." He turned to look at her, the way her coat cinched at her small waist, the curve of her hips, the small rise of her breast moving in the moonlight. One auburn curl had sprung loose from her hat and was dancing on her cheek as the wind moved through the trees. "I'm glad you came, is all." He said, looking away. "Me, too." Sarah said. "Even though the evening turned way of 70s porno?" Doug challenged, green eyes twinkling to match his Cheshire grin. Sarah laughed. "Well, your sister and her lady friend are super hot, and all over each other. It was just a matter of time before Frank and Joan got jealous and wanted some fun, too." Doug shook his head, feigning shame. "I blame myself. Should have reduced the amount of wine bottles I had put out once I realized we didn't have as many guests as I'd initially thought." "Ugh, don't remind me." Sarah's glass was seemingly a magical vessel that never got empty. She switched over to water halfway through the meal so she didn't start playing footsies with Doug under the table. Doug said, looked right in Sarah's blue eyes with his bright green ones. Sarah shivered. Doug noticed, and back tracked. "Are you cold?" He asked. Set his travel mug down, and moved hers next to it. He grabbed her hands in his, and rubbed them back and forth. Cupped them in his leather gloves and blew on them. "Better?" "Thanks," Sarah said, putting her now warm hands in her pockets. "My nose is cold." she said, smiling. Doug grinned. He stepped closer, and adjusted the scarves that he had draped around her long neck, and pulled her hat down over her ears. "Better?" Sarah mumbled from behind the fabric. "Sorry?" He said, pulling the scarf back down and away from her mouth. She was nervous, but knew if she didn't say it now, she never would. Whispered to the pine trees, "My lips are cold, too." And held her breath to hear his response. "Well, we can't have that," Doug said, smiling. She saw the puff of air leave his lips as he pulled her into him, his hand firmly on the small of her back. The snow swirled around them, and he leaned in to kiss her. Gentle, and then more firmly. Her lips slipped open and he took the bottom one in between his, sucking gently, pulling her mouth open wider. He slipped his tongue inside. As he pulled away, she shivered again. "That wasn't from the cold," she said, pulling him back into her. Moving to her tip toes, she slid her hand behind his neck, and pulled herself up to him, sucking on his tongue, causing the base of his spine to tingle in anticipation of what might come next. "Sarah," Doug said, "I don't want you to think we're moving too fa-" And Sarah removed her hand from the back of his neck, pushed it to his mouth, the tiny bits of melted snow wetting his beard. She took her glove off, and slipped her warm hand down his chest, past his cold metal buckle, reached into his jeans, and found what she was looking for: The length of his cock. Hard, thick, twitching. "Is this cold?" She asked him, making him gasp as she cautiously clenched her fingers around it. "Because I know how to warm it up for you," Sarah said. And dropped one of the scarves to the snow in front of him, to create a barrier between the snow and her down knees. "You'll freeze!" Doug protested. Sarah looked up, snow coating her long lashes, her face flushed with desire. "Doug, I think you're about to find out: I'm plenty hot right now." And she freed his cock from his pants, taking him into her mouth, not wasting anytime. Doug sighed as he felt her warm, wet mouth surround his shaft. She twisted her tongue around his dick, using the smooth underside to get him slick, as her ungloved hand reached up to grab his shaft. He jumped as the cool skin of her palm touched his cock, the capillaries shrinking against it. She had picked up a bit of snow and was running it against his cock. The melting snow mixing with her spit, allowing for a sloppy blow job that was welcomingly noisy and wet. It was a sensation he'd never felt before, and it wasn't unwelcome. Sarah's tongue swirled in the same time as her hand, she knew how cold it was outside and didn't want to shock Doug's skin, unless she was the one doing it. She looked up at him. His hands and moved to the back of her head. He had pushed her hat away, and his gloved fingers tangled in her red curls, pulling her hair ever so slightly. "He's so fucking hot," Sarah thought and ungloved her other hand, dipped her fingers into the snow and ran them up his body, under his shirt and jacket from the base of his cock up to his nipple, the coldness of her finger tips causing his pec to twitch underneath them. His nipple was hard and she twisted it. Heard him groan, and watched his head tip back in pleasure. "This is going to be fun," she told herself, sinking back to her knees and preparing to swallow him whole. She relaxed her throat and reached up to grab his ass, digging her nails into his cold jeans. Sarah could feel Doug bracing himself, his strong legs hard under her fingers. She pulled him forward, so the entire length of his twitching cock sunk down her throat. She heard him groan his approval when his head touched the back of it, met resistance, and slid down further, past the point most of his partner's stopped. "Sar-rah," Doug said, each syllable more than a breath, barely a word, though, he was riding each wave of pleasure she was giving him. His spine was tingling in anticipation of what might happen next. She bobbed her head, letting him fuck her face, his dick sliding in and out of her mouth. She was sucking her cheeks in, so her warm, slick skin covered every inch of his dick. It was like fucking a virgin cunt. Doug couldn't believe his luck that someone as hot as Sarah liked giving head, and was really fucking good at it. The sounds of her gagging was amplified here, in the woods, and the sloppy sounds gave Doug pause. He looked down, pulling his hips back. He was worried he was hurting her, but she gave a quick shake of her head, locking eyes with him, she raised one eyebrow and nodded her head ever so slightly. She coaxed him forward by sucking harder. Deep throat tears had begun to smear her mascara, and Doug's dick jumped in her mouth at the sight. Sarah loved being in this position, knowing that with each movement her tongue made, she could control exactly how and when Doug got off. Eventually, she had to come up for air, and when she did the pop of Doug's dick leaving her mouth echoed in the snowy trees. Doug's dick snapped back, bounced off his belly, and settled in the cold air, hard and throbbing. Sarah scrambled to put it back in her mouth. "No," Doug said, "You don't have to..." but she was already wrapped around him, licking his cock greedily. She turned her head to the side, wrapping her lips around the top and bottom of his shaft, and began running her mouth back and forth, so half his cock was safe in her warm wet mouth, and the other half was exposed to the winter air. It made his head spin. She wrapped his hands around his dick and began to suck on his balls. "Sarah," Doug groaned, feeling her hands pump his cock, paying attention to his head, her palms running up and around his shaft as her tongue twisted around his balls, little nibbles applying just the right amount of pressure to put him on the border of pain. Something he thoroughly enjoyed. "Fuck, Sarah," Doug said, again, looking down and watching her head bounce up and down. He put one gloved hand under her chin, tilted her head so she could look into her eyes. She moaned her approval as her blue eyes locked with his. She didn't stop, though, kept sucking and mouth fucking his cock, which willingly twitched it's way down her throat. She could feel his balls jump, and she knew he was close. "Wait, Sarah," Doug said, wanting to save his load for her cunt. But she was determined to make him cum from head. She prided herself on it, so as he pulled away, she grabbed his ass and pulled him back into her. Grabbed his dick, hard, with her hand. "I want this," she said, mascara and lipstick smudged. "I want you to let me be the hungry cum whore that I am." Doug was shocked to hear her say that. She'd been so quiet throughout the dinner, he had no idea her mouth was so filthy. But she was determined to prove it, as she went back to his cock, letting him dictate the rhythm and pace. "Sarah, I'm going to cum." He waited for her to move her head, but she stayed latched on. "I'm going to cum!" He said again, urgently, and moved to push her head away. He wasn't surprised to see her shake it ever so slightly. Locked eyes and smiled, lips still firmly wrapped around his shaft, as his cock pumped his load into her mouth. She kept sucking until every drop was in her belly. Sarah smiled. Satisfied. He pulled Sarah to her feet, kissing her hungrily, a tiny growl escaping. "You're a naughty girl, Sarah," He told her, his beard scratching her neck. "I just like it," she said. "I don't think that makes me bad," she smiled coyly, gingerly putting his spent dick back in his pants. Zipped them up. She bent to get her things. "But I do think we should probably head back, since the others will be wondering..." And Sarah turned back towards the house. Dough grabbed her by the waist, and pushed her over the fallen tree. "No, I think it's your turn to feel the cold air on your cunt." With that, he flipped her skirt up, exposing her ass, the sheer silk no match for the wintery weather. She gasped as he put a his cold leather glove against her ass. "I think you were hoping for this all along, Sarah." He squeezed her round bum, slid his hand to the other cheek. "This is what you wanted, isn't it? To get me alone in the woods so you could have your way with me?" "No," Sarah whispered, "I mean, yes, I had thought maybe, but it wasn't my plan." Doug brought his hand away, and swung it back, fast, the crack of leather on stockinged skin echoing in the trees. "Liar," he said, smiling. "You want me to punish you like the kinky girl you are." He hit her again, her ass tingling against the smack, against the cold. "Ohhhh," Sarah moaned, feeling her cunt clench under his touch. Doug hit her again, alternating between each cheek, watching as the skin below the sheer black material started to flush redder with each strike. "Doug!" Sarah gasped. And Doug worried he'd been to harsh. He pulled his gloved hands away. "What, Sarah?" he asked, pushing himself against her ass, she could feel his dick hard again, pushing through his jeans against her. "Please," she whispered, and felt his cock twitch against her. His hands moved to her hair, gave a little tug. She whimpered. "Please, fuck me." she said, louder. Doug threw his gloves to the ground, pulling her stockings down, excited to see she wasn't wearing any panties. He fell to his knees and started licking her skin, pushing her ass apart with his bare hands, welcome and warm against her cold body. "You like that, Sarah?" Doug teased, moving his tongue down the curve of her ass, lingering at the slit. "You want to feel my wet tongue in that soaking pussy of yours?" "Yes!" she gasped, as his tongue pushed closer to her slit. He could see her lips were swollen, and completely smooth. He smiled to himself. This was going to be fun. Doug sunk his tongue into her, little licks coaxing her hips to twist in a way that he could reach deeper inside. He swirled his tongue, feeling the walls of her cunt clench against him, pulling him into her deeper. He resisted, tilting her so her face was pushed down into the snowy tree trunk, moving her hips so that he could lick her slit from clit to asshole. Friendsgiving She cooed under his touch, whimpering as she pushed her face into the cold snow that had accumulated on the fallen tree. She bit her lip and felt her eyes begin to roll backwards as Doug's tongue finally found her clit. He swirled around it, flicking it with the tip of his tongue, his beard scratching her soft, smooth lips. Doug reached around her small waist, pulling at the belt of her jacket, moving her up and onto his tongue as if it were a dick he was going to fuck her with. She was soaking wet, slick under his touch, so every movement was tantalizing. She was too wet to cause the kind of friction she needed to get off, but Doug was using the right amount of pressure, using his fingers to pull at her flesh, and dig into her, make her push her hips up and back, agreeing, begging for more. Doug's mouth moved off her pussy and back to her ass. He bit into her skin, flushed from the cold and where his hands had slapped her. Sarah groaned, "Yes." And he bit harder. He curled his fingers into her, first one, then two. Her cunt was so tight, he had a hard time slipping them in there, but she was soaked, so that helped. Her juices ran into his hand as he curled himself around her g-spot, easily finding the hard egg under the ridged skin. She moaned her pleasure, widened her stance so Doug could finger fuck her more deeply. He happily obliged. Doug pulled away, sank his ass back down to his heels so he was sitting. "Come here," he said, and she turned around. Looked at him, and reached down, ripped a hole in her stockings where the crotch was. Sarah went to go sit on his lap, excited to finally feel his length of his shaft in her warm and welcoming cunt, but Doug didn't want that. She had made him cum in her mouth. Now she was going to return the favor. As she stepped forward to sit down, Doug pulled her hips into him, she was straddling his mouth. "Oh!" Sarah said, shocked as she watched him bury his face in her pussy, and then, "Ohhh," again, this time a purr of contentment as his tongue worked her clit in a way he couldn't from behind. She was grinding into his face, panting. "Fuck, me, Dougie." She said, the use of his nick name exciting him. She swirled her hips in figure eights, and threw her head back. From this angle, Doug could see Sarah's hand at her own neck, fingers biting into the exposed white skin. It made his dick twitch to see. Her breath was quickening, and Doug saw her fingers squeeze as her panting became more shallow under the pressure of her hand. She was about to cum. Doug pushed the bridge of his nose into Sarah's clit as his tongue sank into her. She was soaking his beard and he got excited knowing that he'd smell like her long after this wooded adventure was over. Doug's fingers bit into Sarah's hips forcing them to sit still on his lips as he sucked and fucked her sweet cunt with his mouth. Sarah's back arched and she started to beg him for release. "Please, Doug, please. You're gonna make me cum." She reached down and grabbed onto his head, pulling it into her as she moved her hips down and clenched her thighs against his ears. "Fuck. Fuck me. Don't stop, please. Please, don't stop." She was pulling his hair, twisting the brown waves around her the fingers of her left hand while her right stayed at the base of her neck. "Right there, fuck. Fuck, you're doing it." she said as his tongue pulled in and out of her cunt, strong and hard, twisting and pulling her juices out of her. "You're doing it! I'm cumming!" Sarah's head snapped back as her hips made one final, hard push into his face. "Fuck," Sarah said, spent, sliding down Doug's body into his lap. "Fuck me." She was breathing hard, her face flushed. "I'm pretty sure I just did." Doug said, smiling, reaching up to tuck her curls back behind her ears. She kissed him again, long and hard. "That was incredible. Fuck, I haven't cum that hard...ever." She said, smiling. "You didn't do so bad yourself, there, Cali girl. You took to the snow quite well." "Thanks," Sarah beamed, "I had a pretty good tour guide. When do we get to go again?" Doug laughed. "Are you sure you're ready for round two?" Sarah looked towards the house. "Well, maybe after another slice of pie?" Doug kissed Sarah, biting her lip as he pulled away. "I already told you. You're my treat." Sarah stood up, extended a hand to Doug to help him get to his feet. "You did. But..." she said, smiling, "You also bragged about your sweet tooth. So I'm fairly certain this was just the first course." Doug felt his dick twitch in response, and had to agree she was correct about that.