Chapter 52: A Very Busy Week! Part 1

July 14-20, 1985

[Mary just giggled, “I don’t know, create a harem? Or a training camp for nymphomaniacs?!”

She and Sarah ran off, escaping my attempts to swat their cute, naked bottoms!]

Knowing that both Bob and I were ‘spent’, Linda wanted some of my oral attention. Bob was eagerly accepting young Jessica’s request for the same. Our ministrations were just getting intense when the sisters began comparing notes.

Linda moaned, “Ohhhh, I LOVE the way Charlie uses his nose to tickle my little clittie.”

Then Jessica giggled, “Mmmm, Bob’s tongue is spelling messages on mine! He just wrote, ‘quit giggling’. Ohh, try spelling, ‘Every Good Boy Deserves Favors’, please, Maestro.”

Our erotic, sensuous tryst soon degraded into a giggle fest. It further digressed to a tickle match then, degenerated into an all-out pillow fight. We were jumping around on the bed, beating each other senseless and laughing hysterically.

“OKAY CHILDREN. Time for beddy-bye.” It was a chuckling, sing-songy Auntie Iris.

Linda gasped, “Mom, are you drunk?”

“I’m not as THUNK as you DRINK I am.” She slurred, sloppily.

“Just how much did you DRINK?”

“I’ve LONELY had several MARGE LARGARITA’S. Why do you ask?”

Linda chuckled, “You SOUND like your bombed out of your mind!”

“Um, let’s see, Oh I guess you could say that, although I prefer pleasantly polluted or amiably imebriated. Nancy, Lenny and I were really, REALLY thirsty after that experience we just had.”

She was giggling and hiccupped, happily.

Linda chuckled, “What were you guys doing that made you so thirsty, having a sex marathon?”

“Ohhh no sweetie, we just got caught up in watching what you guys were doing earlier. Lenny showed Nancy and me how to see through your eyes. Then, well, he showed us another um, cute little trick too ... Hee-hee. Hic.”

By now the entire family was listening in and Greg sniggered, “Uh, Pops, is she talking about our little secret? You know, the one YOU were supposed to take to the GRAVE with you???”

My mom, Nancy, was giggling, “Oh Greg, sweetie, I’m afraid my sweet Lenny may have done spilt the beans again. If you tell him anything, you may as well put it on the front page of the paper. Hee-hee. Hic.”

I was laughing wildly, knowing exactly what happened. “Aunt Iris, I’m just curious, what all were you guys ‘sharing’ with us?”

“Oh my, well, we started with that epic kiss that you and Jessica shared. It was confusing at first. It actually felt like you were kissing me. Suddenly my panties were soaked. The next thing I knew, I thought you’d lost control and was defrocking my Baby Jessica’s innocent little kitty! That’s what it felt like to me. Hic. I mean, I could feel your love probe and it felt like it was pulsing and plundering MY predacious pussy. Lenny told me that he was watching through Greg’s eyes and assured me that Jessica was simply stroking your throbbing hard-on in her hand and you were rubbing your leg, all over her pussy. All I know is, I had 10 of the most unbelievable orgasms I’ve ever experienced! Oh my God! By the time you two finally broke that kiss I was hopelessly in love with YOU. I could feel that Jessica was too! And to think you two did that without actually having sex.”

Iris and Nancy giggled, “It seems Greg didn’t fully explain that, after an episode, we needed to mentally disconnect. Lenny hadn’t actually connected with you and Jessica yet, although he was connected to Greg. Nancy and I were still basking in the afterglow of your coupling, when suddenly our pussy’s felt the most amazing squishy orgasm! Lenny suggested that we connect with Greg. OH my fucking GOD! We all felt everything, and I do mean everything, Greg and my lovely daughter experienced when she gave him that erotic hand job and throat clogging blow job. OH MY LORD!”

Mom chirped, “I’m still trying to figure out everything that happened. Did you guys know that Jessica had three orgasms herself? We do! Hee-hee, hic. The wild thing is, it felt like a small mouth was sucking on my clit, while at the same time it felt like Greg’s cock was sweetly stroking, then ravishing my pussy. Lenny hadn’t yet explained to the rest of the gang what was happening with us. Let’s just say, the rest of the parents thought the three of us are were possessed! Everyone was sitting on the patio and the next thing you know, I squirted, for the first time in my life, and it shot out almost four feet! Iris’s pussy began shooting juice, not as far, but it sure flooded everything and Lenny’s custard launcher was spewing hot, vanilla custard everywhere. Everyone was freaking out, because none of us were even TOUCHING each other at the time. Paul and JoAnn were running to the phone to call 1-800-EXORCIST. It was pretty damn exciting I gotta tell you!”

All of us had moved back to the patio, laughing hysterically, sharing our parents’ inebriated, erotic experience.

Linda asked, “Mom, were you watching Jess because you didn’t trust us?”

“No dear, not at all ... It’s just that, I wanted to relive my own first kiss, vicariously through her. You never forget your first kiss, then, your first passionate kiss and your first real lovemaking.”

Jessica giggled, “Other than my first kiss, everything happened tonight! Mom, I learned that a guy doesn’t have to have sex, to make love. Charlie, Greg, Bob and Ed ALL made love to me tonight. My first hot orgasm was given by Bill and Larry. I’ll NEVER forget this night! Even Mary, Jamie, Gracie, Sally, Emmy and Becky showed me what ‘lady love’ is all about! Sarah and Sis showed me love with their words and hugs. It’s too bad you didn’t feel the amazing oral love Charlie made to me!” Giggle.

“Umm, well, THAT’S what led to us getting so thirsty. Hic.”

Mom sighed, “When Lenny said Charlie was going down on Jessica, well, well, we just HAD to reconnect! Hic.”

Iris giggled, “I ‘MUSN’T WISSING’ out on THAT ... NO WAY. My God Charlie. You are one crazy, carpet munching, serpent-tongued maniac. Not only did our fire hoses run amok again, but we all passed out! You wouldn’t believe how good Charlie did us, Jessica.”

Jessica was losing it, holding her sides from laughing so hard, “Oh I KNOW it Ma. I was there, REMEMBER??? It IS just a little creepy knowing that you were there, TOO.”

“Oh, it wasn’t creepy at all, Dearie.” Hee-hee. “This was the best we could get, since we can’t go on that cruise with you kids. We still can’t believe you invited us. That was sooo sweet of you...” Iris sniffled.

Jessica had a troubled look on her face, “Um, Mom, ... What cruise? When?”

I flashed “Aunt Iris, does Jessica have a passport?” Jess was nodding frantically.

“Oh, yes, she got one last year. Why? Hic.”

I couldn’t believe she was this drunk.

“Can Jessica come on the cruise with us? When we asked, we never talked about her?”

“Ooops! Umm, well, she was supposed to be visiting her Grandma down in Dwight for that week.”

Jess looked like she’d just been gut-punched. “You weren’t going to tell me? About the cruise!?”

“That wasn’t part of the plan, no.” I heard Dad kibitzing, then Iris said, “Um, well, sweetie, I guess since everything went so well tonight, I COULD tell your Grandma something came up!?”

Jess brightened, “So I can go!?”... “Charlie, Bob, Sis, can I? Can I really go with you!??”

We were smiling at her and nodding. Jessica was smiling and bouncing excitedly. “When are we leaving?”

Iris hiccupped again, “You’ll have to have them tell you, Dear, ... hic, ... our plans, oopsie...”

We all looked at each other suspiciously. Jess asked, “Your plans are what, Mom?”

“Oops, well, hic, we might go somewhere else, since we can’t go with youse guys ... Just let us know when you’re leaving okay?”

I flashed, “We will Aunt Iris, we hope to leave on the Monday after our wedding. I don’t know exactly what time we fly out yet. I’ll talk to Stan tomorrow and let you know, okay? Thanks for letting Jessica come with us.”

Jessica was now bouncing around the patio, running around kissing everyone. We decided it was way past bedtime and everyone returned to their rooms to wind down and sleep.

I was cuddling and caressing with Linda, sharing our anticipation of seeing Stan’s lot in Barrington. My dream job is designing exotic high-end homes. Discovering the client’s dreams and making them reality is why I love my job. Linda loves that too, because creating the concept drawings and elevations is where HER passion lies. Then of course, when we’re collaborating mentally, it’s like making love! The progeny of that love is a client that is thrilled beyond belief. Stan’s ‘Dream House’ was soon to become a reality ... He just didn’t know it yet.

I had to chuckle, as Bob was trying to cuddle Jessica who was still so wound up it was like trying to cuddle a giggly, squirmy, Energizer Bunny! Feeling sorry for Bob, the three of us decided to give Jessica some intense loving to try and calm her down. Multiple mutual, juicy orgasms later, we all finally crashed, due to exhaustion.

I made sure to set the alarm for 6:30 AM.

My eyes opened and I looked at the clock: 6:29. “Tick, tick, tick”, an evil grin came over my face, knowing Bob was about to experience his own booby-trap. “Tick, tick, tick”, the sucker flashed me, “You forget, I made that tape.”

I looked over at the loving scene of Linda laying on his right side, her hand lovingly holding his family jewels. Jessica, on his other side, gently holding his sleeping sausage.

“Yep Bob, I should’ve known you wouldn’t fall for that.”

He was smug when he flashed, “Nice try anyway, Big Brother.”

Tick, tick, BOING, BANG, CRASH, SLAM, CRASH, DING A LING a ling aling.

Startled awake, Linda and Jessica clenched their fists like a bear trap

“Yeoooow! Holy shit, let go, let go! God dammit Charlie.”

While Bob was aware of what was going on, he failed to account for the fact that the girls were still deeply asleep.

“Gotcha with Plan B brother, paybacks a bitch ain’t it!”

Everyone in the house was now laughing as I was sprinting to the bathroom before involuntarily losing bladder control. I watched my three-man lynch mob heading my way when Mary flashed, “Girls, before you get too mad at my ‘Sugar Bear’, ask ‘Spinner Bear, there, who MADE that tape?!”

They both glared at his goofy grin for a second and then broke into laughter. After taking turns on the throne, we all headed down for coffee and breakfast.

Jessica was amused that none of us was wearing any clothes. Mary and Sarah were up before our shenanigans and had prepared waffles and sausages for breakfast. The coffee was already done.

We discussed many topics over breakfast, including what a busy week this was going to be. We realized we hadn’t sent out many invitations to the wedding as it was all word of mouth. We did some quick math and realized we could probably invite as many as 60 to 70 people.

Ed had told us already, that if we wanted to remove two or three sections of fence we could bleed over nearly 40 feet into his yard. Greg and I were glad we put the fence together in such a way that it only took eight bolts to remove a section of fence. Mary had put together a guest list and we saw we were already close to 70.

Linda asked, “Aren’t we going to invite anyone from work Charlie?”

“Wow Linda, I hadn’t even thought of that. I know we should invite Larry and Becky, and Sam and Melissa. Do you think we should invite anyone else?”

Mary informed us that she had already figured on up to ten from work. Jim and Tom Gregory and of course, TJ and Janet. Figuring on the ‘plus one’s’, that meant we could invite five more. Larry and Sam having already been figured in. We said would have to think about it some more because with such late notice, some of the people may not be able to come. Mary assured us that she and Jamie had the rest of the accommodations well in hand. We’d just have to hope that the ‘Invisible Man’ wasn’t needed this week.

Greg reminded Linda and I to make sure we wore jeans and not shorts on our outing this morning.

I questioned him as to why and he sniggered, “You said that Stan’s lot was heavily wooded; have you ever heard of poison oak and poison ivy?”

My eyes got big, “Wow, I would’ve never thought of that. I would have just gone waltzing out there in shorts and been screwed!”

He chuckled and grinned at the girls, “Don’t worry ladies, I’ll take care of them.”

Mary was laughing and said, “Since I can’t always be there, somebody has to!”

We had to scrunch to get all four of us in Greg’s truck. Jessica really didn’t want to go home. Unfortunately, she was on the way to our destination and we’d already told Iris we’d drop her off.

She made sure to give both Greg and I a hot kiss before heading to the front door. Iris was standing there, smirking and shaking her head, before waving at us.

Greg, Linda and I then headed to the address that Stan had given us in North Barrington.

We got out of the truck and began looking over the lot. I was impressed at the number of mature trees.

In the center of the lot, judging by the flagging on the trees, there was what looked to be a five-foot diameter oak tree. Its shape was absolute perfection; it was like something you’d see in a storybook.

A few minutes later Stan pulled up and parked his Mercedes behind Greg’s truck.

We all shook Stan’s hand and he gave me a copy of his boundary survey.

Greg suggested that we walk the boundary to get a perspective of the overall property. We were lucky that the surveyors had tied pink flagging on different trees along the boundary. It would’ve been very difficult to know where the actual boundary was, because it was virgin woods.

It took us almost 45 minutes to walk the entire boundary. I was continually taking pictures with my Nikon using that big tree as a general reference. The lot was much bigger than I had imagined. At first I thought that the five-foot wide oak tree was in the middle of the lot. It was actually much closer to the front, but a good 200 feet from any lot line. The nearest neighboring house was more than 400 feet from any lot line.

Stan began to tell us some of what he was envisioning. Like me, he wanted that big oak tree to be a focal point of the layout.

Greg mentioned that the company that did the lot survey was also the same one doing the 12 story building. He told Stan to contact them and have them do a complete topographical survey including locations of every tree bigger than 6-inch diameter. He asked Stan if he wanted the three of us to just roughly layout the boundary of his new house so that we could get an idea of how many trees might have to be cut down. Stan wondered if it was too early for that, but I explained, we were only laying out a box that we wanted the surveyors to locate on the map, for reference.

Greg jumped in “How do you feel about saving trees and shrubs that are either kind of rare or just plain neat?”

Stan cocked his head and raised an eyebrow.

“Well, to start with, I saw a Paw Paw. And Sugarberry.” He walked over to a scraggly bush and messed with it a bit. He turned back, holding his hand out. “Almost everybody likes Blueberries.”

We got two or three each.

He walked in the other direction about ten feet and bent over. He’d pulled out his knife, scraped some dirt away and sliced some skin off the root.

“Smell this.”

Linda was first. “It’s like root beer, really fresh root beer.”

“Sassafras. It gave us root beer and sarsaparilla. Besides the oaks, elms, ashes, and hickory, you’ve got locusts, Black and Red Elderberry, and Witch-hazel. A lot of the rare or odd ones are less than 6” so they’d have to be marked special.”

We were looking at him like a UFO had just dropped him off. On his head. “Where’d this come from?” I asked.

“Hey, you think when I’m out camping, I just sit on my butt? I like to know what’s out there.”

Stan was scratching his head. “Hell, sounds good to me! I just hope the surveyors know as much as you do.”

Greg smiled, “Most of these aren’t near the house. If I have to, I’ll come out and mark them. It’s the least I can do to thank you for the cruise.”

Greg, Linda and I grabbed some lath and a cloth Engineer’s tape. Stan helped us roughly lay out where he envisioned his house and garage would go. After laying out the perimeter of the house, I stood by the tree and slowly did a panoramic shoot, using the tree as a center. My mind was already reeling with ideas of how I would lay out the house.

Stan’s ideas of course would be the most important.

It was nearly 1 o’clock when the three of us felt that we had done everything we could. Stan said that he would contact the surveyors first thing on Monday to order the topo.

We all shook hands and before going on our way, I had an idea. I asked Stan to hold my hands and just visualize his ‘Dream House’ for me. He smiled, not knowing why, then held out his hands.

I flashed to Linda and Greg to join with me mentally. They were both grinning, knowing what I was up to. Stan’s vision became clear in my mind and I couldn’t help smiling at the thought he had put into this. Linda flashed saying this was a great idea as it would save a lot of back and forth sketching that could easily waste two weeks or more.

Afterwards, when I told Stan I hoped to have a concept drawing for him by Tuesday after work, he was stunned. “You gotta be kidding? I was hoping for a sketch maybe a week after your cruise!”

Greg smirked, “Stan, you’ve got a lot to learn about my two friends here. Knowing them like I do, they’re not going to rest until they have something for you.”

I told him these would just be sketches, illustrating our interpretation of his ideas. The exact dimensions would be subject to change, based on our future discussions. He was thrilled and smiling.