Fercryinoutloud Dad, sometimes I have trouble following your letters.

Ill assume my liberal play with phonetics You shoud recognise your generation will probably be the last raised taught phonetics Whas your hangup

I’m not hungup . . uninhibited . .

. . I D

she spelled U N I N H I B I T I D. Correct?

Right on correct

Why?

All the freaking Is pleased mepleased my eye Didnt change up its phonetics one iota did it

No. No.  Looks freaking weird, odd.

Isnt uninhibitid freaking odd

I could tell you stories . .

. . You coud tell me stories . .

. . I could tell you stories . .

. . Im all ears

Goes no further than here?

Comon ya know better than tha I coudnt keep tha promise   No way

No.

Not at all

Change names to protect the innocent?

Coud  possibly however alacrity is a spice real names afford   Nah

Jesus Dad . . hard bargaining with you.

Theres no bargaining ya know tha 

                                     Writers are backstabbers they use confidential material eventually because everything is material whether professed off the record or not itll emerge in fact or fiction  Just being honest ought tocant expect anything less

Yes.  There is that Dad

So blow my mind Uninhibitid

Snowballing . .

. . I don know what tha is

  Truly?

I woudnt say otherwise woud I

No, you readily admit your ignorance.

Ouch yahave to be so curt

Me curt . . you?

Nevermind  Good point

                         Snowballing

Someone gives head then passes the cum from their mouth into anothers . .

. . Denies themselves gobblegobble . .

. . Fercryinoutloud.

I can one upya

Think you can one up that?

Yes 

      Ready

Gimme a second to gather myself.

Lemme know when yare girdled

 

  Awright.  Whatcha got Dad.

Whas with the inflection on Dad

See ifya might spare me . .

. . Never Ive never pulled a punch with either you or your sisteryour mother for tha mater   he heldup

  Mater?

           Really?

Sure Whyknot  The three of you are intelligent enough to take em

K N O T?

Yup

Of course.  Hit me.

Ive heard tell of sucking cum out of a mans anus a gay thing  Im thinking jelly rolls . .

. . Oh fercryinoutloud!

Spoil your appetite for jelly rollsbismarks

she laughed Only momentarily.   There. I’ve pithed myself . .

. . Pissed . .

. . No Dad.  You heard me.

I did

I know you did.

An I gotta tellya when I heard it it made sense Did you know theres a name for it

I may know . . . offhand I can’t think of it . . 

. . Felching

she growled in her throatdiscomfort Yes.

But it makes sense felching

Sense?  Howwhat way?

For the same reason snailsescargot are fed cornmealoatmeal before theyre eaten . . 

. . Dad.

Dad  I like tha tickled ya dropped the inflection  

1930,  ReggaeFriday,  4  11. 22

1549,  Day-between-Two-Ts,  9  11. 22

 

    I  a being   I is Being 

                             I  is being for things I believe in and against those I do not

But ohman I gotta leaveIm leaving it to him he his I sense something coming down the pipe that I didnt want to be drawn into seek a safe deniable distance hehim cretinous coudnt help himself  kraazy chick kept coming to his tablerefusing to sit but then shed put her foot up on the edge of the table she was wearing a skirt white cotton panties  hard not to noticeharder to look away  HesIm a guy 

                                           So Im leaving her to himdon need nonsense in my life 

he didnt mind he confessed she reminded him of grade school Catholic girls

she returned to him twothree times after I left each time a touch more inebriatedconfessing things she did was for the thrillbecause What the hell, I’m young. 

he was enjoying her attention had to take it when he could 

                                                                         

the last she approached him put her foot on the table again she wasnt wearing panties Thawas something smiling ferallywidening her legs she asked  What are you looking at? 

                                                                 Im looking at you he said 

then looking up into her face he said An Im looking at you

HA! she blurtedspreading her legs real wide then slowly closed them I’m a little tipsyyou should take me home . take me . . and my friend home. 

                            My girlfriend.                                      

Girlfriend girlfriend or girl friend

Ah she nodded asif he made a sage remark . . there is a distinction . .

. . There is these days  I have friends no boyfriends

She’s my girlfriend.

he looked between her legs   Take you home  or my place

Depends on you, Sara’s game.

he looked up   Shes game because yare game or game on her own

Weeell . she’s not like me . . but she’s not unlike me eithershe helped me out of my panties . . gave me a deep kiss for luck.

Wellhell sobeit yare in luck 

they walked out of the bar togetherhis arms around their waists steadying themdirecting them  Sara and Tara Thelma and Louise crept cross his mind  Whawere the chances

Tara asked What do you drive?

I have a stationwagon . .

. . Are you kidding?old school?

Was my old mans He didnt drive it muchthough he loved how it looked  he liked showing it off in the garage

Tara leaning forward around him Sara! backseat's mine, I wanna sprawl out.

Ohgreat. Sara wasnt talkative

                                 he thought she might not really be keen on Taras proposalthat she had left it to him  although as they walked he copped a feel  little tit  firm  her nipple responded to his touch

he leaned them against the back quarter panel unlocked the car opened the back door for Tara and helped her in she crawled in on her face her hips up her skirt around her waist Jesus wha a sight Sara in his arm he closed the door at Taras heels 

             She’s something huh? Sara asked 

She is tha

She's uninhibited . . that’s what attracts me to her.

Uninhibited

Absolutely!  Impeccably.  

walking around the front of the car he asked her if they lived togethershared an address

You taking us home? Not your place? 

Im takin ya home I couldnt believe he said tha wasnt his usual stylewas he rubbing off on him  SHIT   

That’s sweet.

Im not sweet They were not

Sara gave him the address

he opened the door for herheld her by the elbow to guide her in

she said Wai wai . . wait.

Yes

she nearly climbed him to kiss himkissed him feverishlydeeply he cupped her ass she grinded on him his mind gushed Maybe we take em home

                         he broke it offhis cock crying Wha the fuck man 

Into the car Sara  Don get me wrong Id love to have you and Tara under different circumstances  Out under the blush of booze

he helped her in

she mumbled again he was sweet

trussing her in the seatbelt he saw Tara reversed herselfhead to the door she was on her back legs wide masturbating blouse open bra yanked up over her breasts clutching one lapping her nipple eyeing him

Sara could hear 

                  I told you she was uninhibited . . whaever Tara wants she usually gets.

1930,  ReggaeFriday,  4  11. 22

1139,  Day-between-Two-Ts,  9  11. 22

Sarah Vaughan  Whatever Lola Wants  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-g5YNPzr8NM