3 comments/ 17237 views/ 0 favorites Friday's Surprise By: sammies_place It was stupid to get caught. The object of my desire is tall, blonde haired, blue eyed and ripped with drool inducing muscles. His morning routine consists of greeting the sunrise by pushing back his curtains, reclining on his bed, and watching whatnot on television. All of this is done in a one piece - naked as the day he was born - birthday suit. My response is in kind. I spend mornings submerged in the darkness of my bedroom. I've even developed a routine. After I've tugged my curtains back I settle on the side of the bed furthest from the window and wait. Because I'm concealed by shadows I feel secure in performing an early morning strip tease down to a pair of tiny bikini panties. Within ten minutes my neighbor's curtains are thrust back. There he stands, the morning wood pushing against the windowpane while he stretches and studies the sky. For weeks we've shared the same schedule. Most mornings he'd wrap his hands around his thick flagpole and I'd tuck my fingers into my panties. On off days we sit: he watches television while I watch him. This is our special time...until today. Today he settles on the edge of the bed with the remote in one hand and his thickening joy-stick in the other. Something on the television bothers him and his thumb pushes at the buttons until he finds what he wants. My neighbor shifts back on the bed, pulls on the tip of his purpling plumb then looks up right into my bedroom window...and catches me watching. What does one do when getting caught? I scramble over the side of my bed, stunned. With my ear pressed to the carpet I wait for a siren, the jangle of keys, and the static from the radio the cops wear on their hips. It was impossible to hear much over the blood pounding in my ears or spy incoming black and white uniforms with stinging sweat dripping into my eyes. When all that fails to materialize, crawling belly down from the bedroom to the hall seems the appropriate action. In the hallway I expect to see myself in the highly polished reflection of a boot. What I get is a mocking chirp from a cricket under the refrigerator. Was that insect for 'hands up'? Immediate panic and fear ebbs to embarrassment. In the shower I soap away sweat from my hair, arms, legs and belly. At work I sit at my desk drifting through paperwork, calls and nosy chocolate monger co-workers. Lunch provides a break in the creeping monotony of my thoughts. I stand at the railings to the outdoor food-court pretending to eat a wholesome meal of chips and a hot dog the vender talked me into. "It's not as if we ever spoke to each other." I say to the pigeons pecking at the bits of hot dog buns I throw down to them. "I couldn't even tell you his first name." One of the pigeons cocks it's head at me. His 'coo' sounds disappointed. "That's my point. You can't have a relationship with someone who doesn't even know you exist." The other pigeons look up at me with reproachful beady eyes. "Ok...who didn't know I existed. But he sure as hell does now!" The pigeons wander away to check out a bit of cracker not far from my bits of bread. I frown at them. "Turncoats." I mutter to the lot. Another bit of cracker lands further away from me. I trace the arc of tossed food back to a man sitting on the bench not more than ten feet away. The blue eyes that lock with mine rob me of breath. My stomach clenches. I feel my safe secure world tilt. It's Him! He smiles. His smile reveals dimples. Dimples? Suddenly my head is spinning. My handsome neighbor doesn't have dimples, does he? As I stare he lifts a hand to tuck a strand of short blonde hair behind his ear. Helpless, I watch this action. Absently I wonder if my neighbor had cut his hair. It's much shorter than I remember it being. But then, the object of my desire in the mornings isn't his hair. His smile broadens as I take stock. In response to my searching look he slouches down, drapes his right arm over his thigh and tap-taps briefly on the growing bulge behind the zipper. There is no denying I know the rhythm of those fingers. Heat rushes to the nether bits between my legs. I cannot hide the resulting blush. His smile is all knowing and smug. Salvation swoops in literally. "Ow!" I jerk back from the pigeon pecking the red nail polish on my toenails. When I look up, my neighbor is gone. Back at work I discover wicked mischief is at hand. A single red rose has been set across my keyboard. Melissa, my best friend, chirps, "I met him, you know. He has long blond hair, ocean blue eyes and very dirty sneakers on. Talk about sexy!" She sits down in the cubicle next to mine with a dramatic sigh. "You find dirty sneakers sexy?" The owner of the cubicle asks around sips from her coffee mug. "Only if they're a size twelve or bigger. He let me measure them." Melissa's usual dreamy gaze sharpens as she looks at me. "But you already know that." "Not this house mouse." The red blooming in my cheeks belies my denial. Than I ask the burning question, "Are you sure he has long hair?" "Sweetheart...he has hair to tangle your fingers in to hold on for the ride." Melissa laughs. To my relief the cubicle owner evicts Melissa. Still, her words amuse me through the end of my workday. But they also prove that the man I saw outside was not the same as my neighbor. Try as I might, I couldn't figure out how some stranger would know the quick tap-tap of my next door neighbor. More to the point, how would he know my reaction to that move? At the grocery store I reach for a zucchini. "That's a bit tame for you, don't you think?" The man standing next to me says. I look up at once, ready to blast him for such a suggestion, and freeze. It's the man from the bench! "Who are you? Have we met before? Am I dreaming?" His dimples flash as he smiles. "Every lovely morning." So saying he takes an envelope from his coat jacket and presses it into my palm. "Wait!" I call as he strides of. No, swaggers off, and doesn't turn around to come back. "The rat even took my zucchini!" I snarl to nobody in particular. "Not bad by half. And the squash wasn't bad either." A blue haired, stoop shouldered grandma says from my elbow. She hobbles off to check the garlic bulbs. I quietly wonder if the whole world has gone insane. I don't open the envelope until I get home. Within are pictures of my next-door neighbor in various stages of undress. Most have him stripping out of either a business suit or t-shirt and jeans. The very last photo was of him unbuttoning a button of a clown suit. This button was right over the all-man tenting in the lower half of the outfit. "Hardy-har-har." I mutter. Yet, something about the picture bothers me. I drag my eyes from the suggestive look on my neighbor's face to examine the other bits in the photograph. "What the...?" I mutter, squinting at a framed painting propped on the bed behind him. Turning slowly I examine the new blank patch on my wall. Fury hits me hard. I stomp out of my house, down the sidewalk to bang on his front door. It was irrational, but his refusal to answer my pounding announcement heightens my anger. I give up on the front door. Around the side of his house is a familiar window that only takes moments for me to wrangle open. The irony is I've dreamt of doing this for so long it's become second nature. The dream, however, falls flat when all I find in the room is my stolen painting and a well made bed. The required hunky model with the top button of his button-down jeans un-buttoned is missing. Disappointment hits hard. On it's heels is the realization that my nether-bits have picked up tingling again. Along side is a chorus of super sensitized nipples, over eager neck hairs and - most unexpectedly - the taste of spicy hot male meat making my mouth water. In fact, for a moment, I can taste my neighbor so strongly my eyes drift closed and I suck my tongue. My body is a livewire of heavy pulsing energy. For a second it's Saint Elmo's fire from the tingly hairs on the back of my neck through the plump nub at the junction of my thighs and down to my toenails. I swear my toenails twitched in their own mini-explosion. I'm frozen in amused horror. I've lost all idea of why I'm in this room. Then by chance I spot my painting propped on the bed. Grabbing it and shooting off toward the front door is not the result of planning but of instinct. In truth, my mind was still locked on the most amazing orgasm that I'd ever experienced. I wasn't certain of how the fireworks happened, but I wasn't about to perform an autopsy on the situation until I was back within the safe bosom of my home. At his front door I fumble with the unfamiliar latches and bolts. The door swings open and I run out...right into the barrel of a gun. Just beyond is no-nonsense dry toast Cop. His eyes are keen on my flushed face and the painting tucked under my arm. "Uh...I can explain." I get out past my frozen throat. "Really, she can." A husky voice says from mere inches behind me. "She forgot to put the code in for the alarm." A second voice, different for only the slightest change in pitch, adds in. This, too, comes from mere inches away, from the body leaning against the foyer wall. Twins! For the second time that afternoon a shudder whips through me. It's not the imagined heavy fullness of a man in my mouth that brings me to tremble. No...this time It's the erotic sensation of being caught between two equally sensual beings. In my split second fantasy both stand so close to me that I can feel the heat pouring off their skin. The Cop, ignorant of my body's betrayal, squints at both men. "Prove it." He grunts even as he holsters his weapon. In tandem they point to a framed picture on the wall just inside the door. The Cop's severe manner bends into a grin as he studies the picture. He chuckles in the amused way of men sharing naughty secrets. I have to tear my hungry lusting emotions from the twins. It takes a moment for what I am seeing to sneak in. At first I only see a frame. It's a nice frame of apple wood and standard glass and - Oh, God! "That's me." I say, startling myself. I hadn't intended to speak out loud. But the photograph of me is beyond belief. I'm half turned towards the camera; hands between my knees and head thrown back in self derived ecstasy. The Cop takes this as acknowledgement of my place in the home. He speaks to the Twins. A grin twitches underneath his tamed mustache. I don't hear his words. My eyes have returned to studying the only other object with me in the photograph. The bench I'm on is familiar. It's an antique I'd retired to my attic months ago. I'd busted the bench one eventful morning during what I'd now call my third most interesting orgasm. The memory brings on another pool of randy hunger in my belly. It's all I can do to keep breathing. "There's no problem, then?" The Cop closes his log book. His words snap me back to the present. Half blinded by another wave of lust I reach for the nearest twin. Our lips seal together, a silent answer that pacifies the Cop's remaining concerns. As if from a distance I hear the Cop chuckle and moments later his cruiser cranks up before he drives off. A second set of arms wraps around me, this one more interested in shedding my clothing than in kissing. These seeking hands cup around my breasts, squeezing the nipples in a pattern I'd abandoned early last year. Several sated hours later a question wiggles to the forefront of my thoughts: Just how long had they been watching me after all? Friday's Surprise Surprises All It's Friday morning and the last of the kids is off to school. As I'm crossing the living room the wife walks in fresh out of the shower and asks me if I'm going to get one. I tell her that I am and decide to go ahead and do it now. Fresh out of the shower myself now I start towards the back door for a cigarette as she comes in. "I want to take you out this morning so get your wallet and stuff and let's go." "OK," is all that I can come up with as my mind is in a state of curiosity as to what brought this on and what she has in mind. Of course there is always only one thing running through my mind and that never runs through hers! We both get into the truck with her driving. "So what are we doing?" "You'll see, it's a surprise." I sit patiently as she continues to drive still wondering where we are going. With a few miles behind us we turn into our old subdivision and once in we turn into our friends' driveway! Curiosity is really going now. "Why are we here?" "It's part of the surprise." Randy is taken by surprise as much as I am as we sit down and light up a cigarette. We're sitting on the couch with Stacy on the couch opposite us. "So what's up?" "I don't know, she said she wanted to take me out." He turns to Stacy with a puzzled look "Is this the best place you could find to take him or all you could afford?" He says with a laugh. "Well actually I've been doing a lot of thinking lately............" She sits back on the couch and parts her legs just enough that both Randy and myself can see her pussy and the fact that there is nothing covering it. Now I know why she doesn't have a bra on also. ".......I've been thinking about how much fun the three of us had years ago and how much the three of us would love it to be again and .......well I guess if Mike still wants to then I'm game for it but we only have a couple of hours." With total surprise on her side, she definitely blindsided both of us but I had no problem blurting "HELL YES!" "I'd love to," comes from the mouth of the still very surprised and excited Randy. Now we have the three of us sitting here and everyone wondering who should move and when. That is just about to be answered though. Stacy lies back on the couch and spreads her legs a little more while caressing her breasts through her shirt, "if you guys want me here I am, ready, waiting and wanting." Randy and I waste no time getting over to her and start to undress ourselves as well as her. With clothes tossed aside I stood there looking at her, so beautiful and innocent looking but yet sexy and kinky laying with her head on the armrest one leg on the floor and the other on the couch with her fingers circling her nipples with a devilish smile on her face. Boy are we going to satisfy her craving for dick! Well....try anyway. Randy moved between her legs lightly rubbing her clit with his fingertip just admiring her beautiful pussy before burying his face in it. I stood watching with fascination and marvel at the sight, the sight I've longed to watch and see. Randy finally buries his tongue into her wet and hot pussy as she lets out sounds of pleasure and invitingly opens her legs for him to have all the access he wants and he takes it. I stand there and watch him eat my wife's pussy, her hands one on his head and the other on her breast fondling and caressing each with her eyes closed and mouth open, the look of pleasure. After several minutes of this I find my dick leaking all over my hand and so does my wife. She tells me to bring it to her so she can clean it and I do. What was a totally hot sight to see just turned into a hot, sexy, erotic sight. Her laying naked on the couch, pussy being eaten and sucking a dick and she knows how to suck a dick! With my dick leaking cum into her mouth I start to pump her mouth with slow short strokes while watching Randy tend to her hungry pussy. She looks and feels so hot and sexy laying there with the two of us on her. Within minutes Randy gets into position over top of her with his hard on ready for action. I watch as he slowly penetrates her, Stacy starts a low moan while still sucking my dick. I feel myself leak more as I watch his dick slowly disappear inside her. Once he has it in all the way he pauses a moment as he savors the feel of my wife's beautiful pussy and body. I myself have stopped pumping her mouth to take it in myself as she also lays there enjoying the moment with my dick resting comfortably in her mouth while she moans lowly. Randy, with one foot on the floor and the other resting on its knee, grabs her waist and proceeds to thrust hard and deep. This starts her motor purring! She releases my dick from her mouth while holding it in her hand and the games begin. "Oh yea that feels good, fuck me, fuck me hard." The dirty talk was doing nothing but making me leak more and get harder, if that is possible. I stand there watching my lovely wife getting her pussy fucked hard and listening to the both of them start talking dirty. Mean while I'm leaking profusely in and on her hand and she wastes no time getting to it again. Now she is sucking me good trying her hardest to get every drop of cum. Her moans, stifled by my dick in her mouth, are vibrating on my dick and it feels good, especially while watching her getting hammered. Randy grabs her feet and pulls them up high and far apart and starts to pound her hard. I can see and hear that Stacy is enjoying this immensely as she releases my dick from her clutches and the dirty talk fly's. "Oh yea that's it fuck me hard, harder, faster, fuck me." I stand there and watch as Randy fucks her good and both, no, all three of us are enjoying my wife's little surprise. I'm leaking like crazy watching his tool going in and out of my wife, her pussy being pounded hard. With her toes almost at my mouth I bend to take one in my mouth. As I start to suck her toes she starts her moaning again begging to be fucked then grabs my dick again and starts to suck. I start to pump her mouth and she begs for that too while I suck her toes and Randy is tearing up her pussy. "Oh yea, I'm ready to cum," I hear Randy say as my wife releases my dick and begs him to fill her up. "Give me your cum, give it to me, I want it deep," as her hands move to his ass cheeks and she pulls him deep into her. I watch as he bucks up and moans pumping what must be a large amount of jizz into her hot, wet pussy. As everyone, except me, relaxes a bit I watch as he pulls his meat out of her, glistening from their juices and leak more, if that is possible. As I make my way around to take his place I see her pussy leaking his jizz and go down on her. She moans with pleasure as I start to lick and suck her clit. From my position I can watch as she takes Randy's meat in her mouth and brings him back to life all the while moaning. As I work her clit my dick is busting waiting for relief so I reposition myself to plunge my own meat in her. With the head in I sink it into her enjoying and relishing the feel of her cum filled pussy. I've tried to tell her how much I love to fuck her after she's been fucked by another and I'm going to fuck her good so she knows I mean what I say! I start to pump her while holding her calves in my hands nibbling on them while watching her suck Randy's dick knowing that I'm going to blow very soon. I want it to last but I know it won't, I'm too excited from all of the sights and pleasures but I know that even though I go quick now the rest of the day it won't be as quick and she will get a workout. She has her hand around the base of Randy's dick while sucking him getting dribbles of nectar from him, her lips shinning, soft and so delicious looking. It's just too much, I'm cumming! She sighs with disappointment but knows that she has two dicks at her disposal and one of them will be in her at all times. I bury my dick deep as her free hand grabs my ass cheek and her other still on Randy's dick. "Give it to me, I want it all. I want both of you to fuck me all you want and fill me up with your cum." I do just that unload the mother load into her. She moans with each spurt as I do and enjoy the feeling of her silky pussy. With both balls emptied I leave mine in her to go soft while I watch her resume her masterful technique on Randy's dick. Just watching I think mine is getting hard again. She turns to me with Randy's dick still in hand and the head of his hard on aimed across her lovely lips, then turns to him. "Fuck me please." The sight of it all and that on top of it I thought I had another orgasm! I pull out and give Randy access to her soft, hot pussy. As he moves between her legs he too goes down on her and sucks her clit. I watch with intensity as he does and notice him licking between her lips cleaning her magnificent cream pie. She is bucking her back and moaning begging to be fucked and he obliges her. I watch him position himself and sink his second hard on of the morning into my beautiful wife's soaked pussy. Both let out a moan once he's all the way in. After a small pause he starts to pound her pussy once again and she raises her legs telling us how good it feels, how much she wants us. She loves to suck and fuck but she is usually very, very conservative but today she is letting go and I am loving it. I watch for quite some time as the two of them fuck like animals before positioning my dick at her soft lips. Before she takes it I bend down and plant a deep and passionate kiss on her lips and she reciprocates all the while Randy is tearing up her pussy. I break our kiss and she grabs my now hard dick and pulls it to her. Before taking it she looks to Randy. "Oh this feels good, fuck me, fuck me hard. You two fuck me all you want, I'm yours today. Oh GOD you feel good in me." I have never heard her talk this way and I am loving it. As I'm still getting over being excited about her behavior and talk she takes my dick in her mouth and works it over good pumping it with her hand and mouth while Randy is slamming his dick in and out of her. I look at her with her tits bouncing getting it at both ends and loving it, her and me that is, hell all three of us love it. With the three of us working each other over good and really enjoy ourselves we are all very quickly jolted back to reality by the sound of someone clearing there throat. It's Randy's 18 year old daughter! She's standing there in the garage looking at all three of us, her dad with his dick in my wife while mine was in her mouth but has since been released. The silence was deadly as no one says a thing, the three of us staring at her wondering what to say if anything. Brandy finally breaks the silence. "I guess I don't really need to ask what is going on here." "How long have you been standing here?" I ask with a shaky voice. "Long enough," she says and I notice a slight smile breaking thru her lips. "It's really none of my business and I guess I don't need to say anything to Mom as long as I can have Mike." The three of us just look at each other with question as well as scared shitless! "Fine with me," comes out of Randy's mouth as he looks to me then Stacy. "OK, just not behind my back," my wife tells me. I am still standing there in shock, wondering where to go from here. I look to Randy and Stacy. "Are you sure?" "Go ahead," my wife reassures me. "Yea, go ahead, she's an adult." Still nervous I walk over to Brandy. With both of us facing each other, her back to the couch sitting perpendicular to the one Stacy and Randy are on she pulls off her shirt and bra exposing her lovely breasts. With a smile on her face she unbuttons her pants and starts them down her legs. I reach to them and help them off as she falls to the couch sitting in front of my hard on. "Is this an anything goes little gathering?" she asks jokingly. "Yes," I hear my wife tell her before anyone could even think. I turned to look at Stacy and she's watching with a smile on her face, Randy's dick still in her but no movement, yet. She's watching with a curious and excited look about her as I turn back to Brandy. No sooner had I turned around her mouth was on my dick sucking and licking it. Her subtle soft mouth feels good. I stand there for a few minutes enjoying the new pleasures before gently pulling her head back. I kneel down and kiss her lips, gently licking her upper and lower lip then kiss both again. I break our kiss and lean her back and start at her neck and nibble and kiss her to her breasts. As I finally reach one I take as much of it as I can in my mouth and start to suck her breast like a baby feeding. First one then the other fondling each with either my hand or mouth. I feel her hands on the back of my head gently resting while I work her young tits over good. With both tits worked over good I move down her belly and work towards her honey pot. Her breathing is heavy and I feel her heart pounding throughout her body. I find as I get there that she keeps it trimmed. A nice surprise I must admit. My tongue slips down her crease and tickles her clit as I start to hear her moan. I spend the next several minutes exploring her little pussy and listening to her moan and grind her pussy into my face. "Oh yes eat my pussy." I pause with some shock at what she said then continue. After several minutes in her pussy I glance over to my wife and see her getting her pussy eaten as well while glancing over at my direction every now and then. She blows me a kiss and a smile as her head turns back and her hands cup the back of Randy's head pushing him into her pussy. I'm getting very anxious to bury my throbbing dick into Brandy's pussy. I feel myself leaking a lot. The excitement of a threesome was already a dream cum true but now to add Brandy into the mix, to fuck her and watch my lovely wife being fucked while doing it that is hot. I stand above her readying my dick to enter her pussy, anxious to discover this new territory. She's laying there looking up at me with legs spread as I look down and guide the head of my dick to the entrance of her vagina. She moans as it pierces the entrance and I slowly work the length of my manhood into her. After a minute or so I have the full length of my member in her as we both pause enjoying the moment and feeling letting out moans of pleasure. I start to fuck her soft young pussy and listen to her moan while at the same time I hear my wife's own moans. I look over at them and she too is lying with legs spread as Randy's dick is pumping her pussy now. The four of us spend many minutes in a hot and passionate fuck session, moans and some dirty talk. I was a bit startled when Brandy whispered into my ear "fuck my pussy". Startled but excited I continued to pound her slow then fast, changing pace as to not have an orgasm too soon but after almost a dozen minutes there was no holding back now it seems. I let it be known that I'm ready as I hear Brandy, "cum in my pussy please," she said in a begging voice. "Give her your cum baby," I hear my wife say. Who am I to argue? I plunge my dick deep into her pussy and unload a gusher in her. She starts to moan and tells me she feels it. It excites her to feel it as she pulls me into her and down to her lips and kisses me. We lay there for a couple of minutes, her legs wrapped around me, my dick still semi hard in her pussy and deep breathes exhausting on my neck. I hear Randy's moans get louder and more frequent. He's ready to unload into my wife again. Both Brandy and I turn to watch as Stacy pulls him into her begging him for his cum and he rams his dick into her and gives her another load of cum. Now all four of us are just laying there almost frozen as we rest, probably all wondering as I am what next? With myself and Randy exhausted, the girls appear to still want more. I'm looking at my wife as I hear her say, "Eat her pussy now." Revved up and exhausted but still wanting all of this I do as she says. I pull my somewhat limp tool out of her and proceed to eat Brandy's cum filled pussy. While eating her I glance over and see Stacy and Randy in a 69, each of them sucking the other. Brandy sees this too and asks for the same so I graciously oblige her as I get over top of her. She opens her mouth and takes my wet dick into her mouth and sucks me as I go back down on her. After several minutes of this my wife begs me to come over and kiss her. As her and I are kissing I hear movement and look to see Brandy standing over us and Randy on the other couch lighting a cigarette. "Can I taste Stacy?" She asks. Stacy and I look at each other with a not knowing look, both shrug our shoulders not sure what to say. "I guess that's up to Stacy." "Please, I want to know what it's like," she begs Stacy. "Sure, I guess," Stacy says with an unsure voice. I watch as Brandy goes down on her and Stacy, nervous, starts to enjoy what is happening. She lays her head back and does just that, enjoys, as she turns her head to my dick and takes it in. The sight is beautiful, my wife lying naked getting her pussy eaten by another female while sucking my dick. She herself is enjoying all of the attention as I pull out of her mouth and tell her I too want a cigarette. I didn't mean to spoil the moment but I guess I did. Brandy comes up and sits on the couch next to Stacy as Stacy gets up too. Stacy reaches for her smokes and lights one up. Here we sit, three of us smoking and all four of us sitting in a moment of silence. "Would you gentleman mind going in and cleaning yourselves up please." Randy and I just look at each other and get up and do as we are asked without question. As we get farther into the house I look at Randy. "I'm not sure but I think Stacy wants to talk to Brandy but talk to her about what?" "I don't know but I hope it doesn't ruin what we have. Did you enjoy my daughter?" "Well, yes," what else could I say and it is true, I did enjoy it, I have fantasized about it before I must admit. "You didn't mind or have any problems with it, did you?" "No, if I did I would have said so. I rather enjoyed you two over there doing your thing while me and your wife were doing ours, I'm ready for more." "Well, let's clean up and go get more." We enter the garage and the girls are sitting there naked with a smile on their faces. I must admit it has been a great morning and they both look wonderful. I got the biggest and best treat of all. As we sit and light up a cigarette Stacy lights one and the girls sit back. "I don't know how your feelings are," she says looking at Randy "but I've told Brandy and now I'm telling you two. I have really enjoyed this morning and want it to go on but Mike and I have to go. I would not object to having other mornings like this and would not mind Brandy and Mike having fun as long as I am there that is. I don't want anyone here doing anything behind anyone's back. We've had fun, the four of us have a new relationship with each other now and I don't want it ruined. I myself must admit that watching Mike and Brandy was kind of a turn on and having both of you is a definite turn on and pleasure." "I don't have a problem with any of it and Brandy is 18, she can do what she wants and I would love to have more days like today, are you sure you have to leave?" "Yes, but we'll work something out I'm sure." The four of us get up and start to dress.