Title: Ridding of Some Old Connections, While Renewing Others.
Rating: M (Language & Situations)
A/N: Dick Wolf owns LOCI characters, all others are mine.
Waking the next day, Bobby notices his wife's half-sprawled over him, so her left leg crosses over his crotch. Seeing her neck's contorted as well, he reaches around to massage it, inspiring her to move so their eyes meet. "Morning sexy, I didn't mean to worry you first thing. I'd like to make up for it, but I don't want that rushed, unless we absolutely don't have a choice." Tynie regrets. "What'd you have in mind, angel?" Bobby challenges. Smiling defiantly, his wife allows her voice to turn sultry, as she says "Lay back and watch, hottie." Starting to comply, Bobby feels her sleekly move to lay atop him, and gets a fairy hot kiss. Keeping it a bit brief, Tynie peppers his chin, chest, and lower abdomen with kisses. Enjoying every moment, Bobby growls "Ohh damn." Crouched by his waist, Tynie maneuvers to kiss all over his erection, bringing out more groans. Encasing his dick's head in her mouth, Tynie begins blowjob, that intensifies by the moment. Adoring it, her husband lets his groans and howls prove that, until he nears orgasm. "This has been fuckin' amazing. Shit, I'm about to bust my nuts. My Deity, you ready?" Bobby grunts. Humming a breath, and nod at the base of his cock, Tynie feels that evidence flood her throat. Swallowing it, she unfurls from her compacted pose, then lays beside her husband. Gazing her way, Bobby softly praises "Baby, that was phenomenal." "Thanks. I hope I'll get action like it, soon." Tynie replies. "You will, sooner than you may think." Bobby assures, in a relatively hushed tone.
Sharing a wide grin, she soon discovers, his last answer meant "right after he recovers." Enthralled in it, Tynie joins her husband, in not caring to know how anyone else started their day. Recuperating, Bobby's lead through his and Tynie's remaining morning routine, only to escort her to their seats on the couches. Claiming them, she looks at her spiritual brother, whom informs "Mack called me a few minutes ago. He and Alice saw a news story on Dominic's, that said it's being taken by the state Revenue Board, because he failed to pay taxes. He knows we got our gym equipment there, so he had Dean research an alternative, and found GoldStone Home Gyms, which is ten miles east of Jeremiah's. Dean also learned, they have a special where anyone who can prove they got equipment from Dominic, gets twenty percent off their new gym, free delivery, and free equipment removal. I had my baby get those papers, because Dean's coming out with the print offs of his research, so we can replace everything in our gym." "I wish we didn't qualify for the discount, brother. Dominic's bullshit's already affecting people, who aren't nearly as rich as us, and God knows how they'll financially rebound." Tynie mopes. "His staff, is a prime example, which is why I'm tempted to call GoldStone to see if we can get the last half of that special without the first." Bobby sustains. "Do it." Frank goads.
Grabbing his phone, and using it as he explained, Bobby learns the answer's yes. "Jim, as I said, my wife inspired this call. She didn't know the ad had misprints, but you should have your staff explain it to customers before they get rung out. That way, if any patrons cause problems, or get physically violent over it: you guys have the perfect defense for banning them." Bobby counsels. "Jim, if you can hear me: I'm the wife in this equation, and he didn't lie on my name. He just wasn't clear, on my definition of the phrase "cause problems or get physically violent." It's ok, because you're learning now, that emphasizes guns being brought into a dispute. Lord knows what your insurance rates, and legal costs are like, let alone if whoever starts shit will be a good shot. Frankly, that's why I believe you're best off using my definition to cover every ass linked to your store. Pardon my language." Tynie interrupts. "Mrs. Vantman, your language wasn't an issue. I cursed harder, last time I updated my home entertainment center, but you didn't know. It's fine, and so's you two's advice for my store. I'll notify my staff of it, after our call's over, too." Jim debunks. "Sounds good." Tynie pardons. Ending that call like any other family business one, Bobby kisses his wife's cheek. "Nicely done, guys. Dean texted me, saying he's on his way, because he didn't know what GoldStone's store traffic will be like." Anita provisions. "Good call." Bobby agrees. Preparing to leave, Frank's met by Dean, fifteen minutes later. "Mack lent me his Explorer, in case we don't get enough to qualify for delivery. All he asked in return was, forty's put in the tank, and he gets status reports otherwise." Dean educates. "I'll handle both, brother. If he asks, it's an insurance requirement, and I didn't want it discussed over our phones. You know what family luck backs that, too." Frank insists. "Yep." Dean dubs. "You guys want me to join you?" Anita asks. "Not this time, sis. Frank can cuss me out later, but it's in your defense, because we don't know what kind of people we'll encounter." Dean nullifies. "I hate to say it, but he's right, baby." Frank loathes. "Alright." Anita sighs. Detouring to kiss her, Frank whispers "I'll be as safe as I can."
Conceding with a nod, Anita sees him and Dean out, then retreats to her spouse's reclining section. Throwing it back, Anita mumbles a prayer, seconds ahead of Tynie. Watching over them, Bobby and Mack secretly hope nothing goes wrong. Unaware of it, both men get news their wishes were granted, a few hours later. On Mack's end, it comes in a text, moments before Frank readies to deal with a delivery. "Baby, come take my spot. I have to help Frank escort the crew, because of our insurance." Bobby compels. Obeying, Tynie's chastely kissed, before her man hustles to mount up. Reclining, the ladies in that house are clueless to the fact, they'd followed a trend which spans every family household. Ironically enough, behind Bobby and Frank's backs, Anita's texted by Felicia, whose first message changes that. Discussing the gym area use schedule, Anita makes it so her household gets first crack, DaJuan's last. Exchanging love, those ladies put their phones up, right before Tynie's given an update. "Thanks, sis." Tynie ingratiates. "No problem." Anita demurs. Waiting for their husbands's return, those ladies invoke silence, and close their eyes. Sitting by Tynie, Bobby sees her eyes reopen, then gets kissed on the cheek. Debriefing her, he receives the same news Tynie did, an hour and a half ago. "Honey, Jack advised against us using our gym today, because of how long it took to get it situated. He texted me, before we came in here, saying he feared we'd have exhaustion-related injuries otherwise. Frank and I agree with that logic, so barring emergencies: the business end of our day's done." Bobby reports. "Lori texted me, around the same time. She's advised we find other ways to change pace, to give our new era more scope in our lives. The only areas she believes we should keep as is, are linked to our accounts, our new deal on appointments with Dr. Perez, family gatherings, and call outs." Frank adds. "Wouldn't discussing that go against my baby's decision?" Tynie frets. "No. We can update the others, during a non-emergency gathering, claiming my decision came out, to respect Bobby's." Anita denies. "Sounds good to me, baby." Frank gleams.
Supporting that with nods, Tynie gives her sister a cue to begin the cited conversation. Abiding by it, Anita ends up being part of two new deals. One, means she and Tynie will only work out to keep in shape. Bobby suggested it, due to his wife's lifetime weight restrictions, and concerns violating them will bring on a host of problems. The other, Bobby and Frank will help the ladies be domestic goddesses at home, so Lori's decision on family gatherings is honored. "Honey, how do you want me and Anita to start that?" Tynie prods. "I believe us relaxing over Kirin Ichibans will cover it, beautiful." Bobby replies. Catching the hint, Anita chastely kisses her suitor, seconds ahead of Tynie. Exiting the room long enough to begin granting Bobby's wish, the ladies feel their husbands wrap an arm around them, as the area goes silent. Enjoying the beers, Bobby and Frank are briefly kissed and waved back, their wives cleaning up. Whirling on her toes, Tynie mutters "Sis, we should make something special for our men. After all, they saw us through a lot, and this is the second day of our family's new era." "How does my countertop grilled steaks, baked potatoes, and sautee'd onions sound sis?" Anita challenges. "Perfect!" Tynie squeals. "She may like that, but I don't. You ladies know how I feel about eating before you." Bobby prohibits. "Yep." Anita submits. Shrugging, Tynie splits working through the newest plan with her sister, their husbands awaiting them. Delayed by nearly another hour, Bobby and Frank are served their shares, and given more chaste kisses. Eating together, the men in that house are quietly checked by their women, while heading to clear from their meal. "Ladies, you made a wonderful meal, so us giving you a break, was only fair. We just hope it's understood, the next meal's our turf, and that cleanup is yours." Bobby pre-empts. "We figured that, lover. I'd prefer your phones get left by me, in case you deal with more grease than we did." Tynie abstains. "You've got it, sis." Frank intercedes. Regrouping, Bobby and Frank are given the reclining sections, which are thrown back. Laying out against them, Tynie and Anita discover they're being eyed over, only to share a smile with their husbands. Basking in a new peace, that surrounded them seconds after that, Tynie's household is blissfully ignorant to the fact it's part of another new family wide trend. That is, until Bobby's text alert sounds, because of a message from Kiki. Checking it, he learns she had their other relatives check in with her, because she didn't know if Frank would need his line open. "Baby, he is main on our insurance and Tom may have needed the list of stuff in our house updated. He could have new Corporate rules for that, which require it to be called in, too." Tynie defends. "Honey, you're half right. Frank found out, before we saw the delivery crew out, that list had to be sent over in writing. I'll explain it to Kiki, and ask her to let the others know, so they know how to deal with it for their houses." Bobby redetermines. Doublechecking his phone, he discovers the speech to text app covered his promise, Kiki agreeing to resolve the part it couldn't. Thanking her, Bobby stashes his phone, and looks at his in laws. "We heard, brother. Am I right to assume how it came out means, everyone else is OK?" Frank inquires. "Yep." Bobby restates. "That's good." Anita assures. Nodding to agree, and reclining in her seat, Tynie's distracted as her spiritual brother tucks some of Anita's hair from her eyes. Humming an elated breath, she hears Tynie mimic the reaction, while getting treated the same way. "Sugar, I'll get you ladies a spa day soon." Bobby promises. "I'd rather we all get one, honey. We are equals, and we'd be riding together anyway." Tynie prefers. "Sis, that won't be a problem. Aside from it, I feel bad, about us not being able to get a genuinely clean slate. If we could get rid of our histories with the NYPD, speaker buttons, and packaging conditions issues, it'd be different." Frank regrets. "I'm actually glad we can't get rid of those histories. Technically, our NYPD one helped us find each other, and the rest of our family. If it weren't for the speaker button and packaging conditions ones, I doubt we'd have found Kellara's or been able to help Garrett get promoted. Lord knows he earned it, and KalMart deserved to lose business over how their staff handles stock. You might not have expected my answer, but you know how I feel about bullshitting people." Tynie rambles. "I've always respected it sis. How you segue'd reading my reaction to yours into that, was pretty slick, too." Frank reprises. "Thanks." Tynie cites. "Gorgeous, I don't know why but I just got a sense, everyone else in our family feels the same way as her." Anita refers. "I can see that being the case, too." Bobby concurs.
A couple minutes pass, before Frank's text alert goes off, him rushing to learn why. Tia's reached out, to let them know she saw a weathercast that said a bad storm's due in the area, within the next hour. Now, she's advising they exchange good night texts, and prep their emergency LED lamps, before power loss becomes an issue. Promising he'll do so, and honoring her other recommendation, Frank stashes his phone. "Sis, I just found out. Our speech to text apps are glitching, and my baby needs our backup prepping LED lamps. Apparently Tia found out we're in for another storm, she suspects will take out power." Anita notifies. "I'll meet you at our hall closet in a few minutes, sis." Tynie elicits.
Carefully getting up to prove herself, she kisses Bobby's left cheek on the way. Behind their backs, he's texted by Clint, whom adds to his wife's advice, by suggesting they go from reading this message, straight into only using their phones for emergencies or to deal with ConEd. Aligning his phone to the top of a nearby endtable, Bobby doesn't have to wait long, to explain what his wife and in laws missed. Seconds after he's done, all four of their phones go off, causing Frank to grab his phone. Examining the latest message, he directs "Guys, we need to grab an LED lamp and head for our areas. I just learned, there's a high wind advisory out. We're due for winds in excess of twenty miles an hour, with gusts to over thirty." Hustling to obey, all four of them treat it as if a day's ending, Anita and Tynie doting over their husbands in the process. Standing face to face at their bed's edge, Anita loosely embraces Frank's waist, getting a curious smile."Sexy, ever since you and Bobby changed our workout rules, I've let my mind run over how hot experiencing the way your body becoming more sculpted will be. Ooh, it's been so exciting, I've struggled to wait until we're alone. Now we are, I'm curious. Do you want to enjoy me?" Anita propositions. "I'd rather we enjoy each other, baby." Frank hoarsely corrects. "Ooh, even better." Anita purrs. Enhancing her embrace, she feels it get reversed, right before they share in a hungry kiss. Breaking it off, they disband the hold, then Frank's lead to sit on their bed. Deftly moving so they face each other again, Anita gives him a strip show. Hooting and groaning in pleasure, Frank's eyes blaze with lust, while an enticing tent forms in his shorts. "Looks like I'll need my lion to lay back, so I can enjoy the sexy feast you're making for me." Anita sultrily presumes. Grinning widely, Frank complies, and gets a fierce blowjob. Adoring every moment, he secretly loathes it, when he grunts "Beauty, I'm about to cum, hard. You ready?" Breathing by the base of his manhood, she nods, and guzzles down the proof. Gently maneuvering to stand tall, Anita licks the remnants off her lips, and gives her spouse a wide smile. "Baby, that was fuckin' hot." Frank breathily praises. "You tasted divine, hottie." Anita gloats. "Thank you. You'll get everything you give, before you know it." Frank honors. "I can hardly wait." Anita reissues. Catching his breath, he fixes his shorts, then escorts his wife to take his spot on the bed. Sleekly moving to prove his promise from there, Frank's receives similar praises, and a brief wide grin. "Hottie, lay out on me. At least that way, you can tease me while I recover from that magnificent orgasm, then make it so we can give each other more like it, while making wild love." Anita yearns, through her breath.
Obliging her first wish, Frank's given a series of short kisses, which lead into another hungry one. Separating from it, he sees lust in her stare, moving to grant her second wish. As he does, she mewls "Damn baby, you're huge. Ohh God, it feels so good." "You're so tight and wet, angel. It feels amazing, but it'd be even better, if you told me how you want It." Frank huskily replies. "Ooh, give me your all, sexy." Anita craves. "With pleasure." Frank gruffly elicits. Enforcing his latest promise, he enthralls Anita in next to no time, her sexual sounds proving it. Frank's serve as evidence of his striving to satisfy her, until she whimpers "I'm really close to a fierce one." Punctuating this with fierce thrusts and grunts, Frank says "So am I, but you always cum first." Shoving her over the intimate edge by doing so, Anita throws her head back, and wails "Yes my Deity, I love you!" Losing his battle with orgasm moments later, Frank howls, styling his cry out for her. Rasping breaths, Anita wraps her arms around her spouse's shoulders, softly bragging "You shattered my Earth. Baby, it was, hot damn." "You were just as phenomenal, babe." Frank gloats, in a fairly hushed tone. Humming through a grin, she feels him lay out, and recover in her embrace. "My Lion, if you could get It in any position you wanted… what would it be?" Anita goads. "Mount me, and ride hard." Frank hoarsely names. Amending his pose, he feels her oblige half his desire, then feels her up. Softly moaning, she uses his tactics as a cue, to fulfill his latest intimate wish. Engrossed in her ministrations, Frank lets his moans, grunts and growls prove it, hers soon blending in. A while later, Anita feels his dick begin pulsing and throbbing, which triggers another climax. Watching her head flail back, and hearing her scream a mix of his newest petname and her love, Frank cums. Howling a similar cry out to her, he guides Anita to lay out, so they can recuperate together. As they do, she delicately moves to kiss his chest, long enough to leave a love bite. "Sorry hottie. I was so focused on rocking your world, I forgot to do that." Anita apologizes. "It's alright, baby. I owe you one, and I'll give it, after I thank you. I don't mean, just for the wildly beautiful lovemaking, but for finding a new way to show your devotion. You did it, by making me your lion, so you're my lioness. We're equals, and I hope it makes you as happy as I am right now." Frank retorts. "It does, but I'd like my love bite to be right over my heart. That way, you aren't contorted for too long." Anita rejoinders. "You've got it, baby." Frank reassures. Deftly moving to retain that promise, Frank feels his wife give him a partial massage. Kissing her, he eventually pulls back and worries "I could hurt you." "Relax, love. I'm fine, and adoring being so close to your divinely gorgeous body, and alluring muscles." Anita debunks. "I'm just as happy being so near your ethereal beauty. I should've asked if you were OK, instead of assuming you wouldn't be. Sorry, angel." Frank laments. "Don't be, you went with your gut, and you wouldn't like it if I apologized for that. Besides, there's nothing wrong with us finding new ways to hit on each other, or settle misunderstandings. The thing is, I'm not quite done with my half of the last part, yet." Anita refutes. "What did you have in mind for that, beautiful?" Frank probes.
Grinning as she did before they made love, Anita leans up for a slowly passionate kiss, allowing it to answer his question. Dispelling that one, she feels her husband's rekindled arousal thump her pelvis. "I'm such an animal." Frank self-berates. "You're my lion, and you know how territorial I am over your hot, enormous, cock. Why berate yourself over it, when you can just as easily get a choice of being stroked off, breastfucked, or getting It doggie style?" Anita defies. "You're right, baby. We shouldn't risk upsetting each other, when there are alternatives, especially hot ones like that. If my Divine one's alright with doing doggie, and saving the others for later, everything will be settled." Frank reckons. "I am." Anita acclaims.
Chastely kissing, they assume the necessary positions, and proceed to enjoy their intimacy. As the storm rages around them, Frank and Anita are oblivious to the fact; everyone they love's acting in the same mindset. Swearing love during a mutual orgasm, Frank and Anita become satiated, and carefully change poses to relax by each other. Unbeknownst to them, it kept another consensus, every couple in their family made. Sadly, their contentment's intruded on, by a Rotterdamn security alert sounding on Frank's phone. Bustling to dress and resolve it, he's met by Bobby, who discovers the bay window's busted. Examining it for break-in type damages, he informs "As far as I can tell, Rotterdamn was mistaken, brother. It looks like this is all storm related, so I'll have to call Kurt out here, before you call Tom. He can bitch me out for it if he wants, but Lord knows when he'll get called by problematic clients, let alone how petty their claims will be." "I won't stand for him bitching you out for doingas I was about to ask, brother. Should he try, I'll use Tynie's lawsuit style on him so fast it'd probably make her and Christ Himself blush!" Frank condemns. "Alright, brother. I'll make the call, and we'll go from there." Bobby concedes. Flinching a nod, Frank sees that promise turn real, overhearing how it'll change the house. "Kurt, if you can hear me; I stand by his decision. If you need it in writing, I need time to text you." Frank interrupts. "Frank, I noted your reaction on the work order. If you can have the written proof when my men and I come by tomorrow at ten, I'll gladly defend you guys to Tom on it. You've kicked ass for us, so I actually feel bad, we can't do it sooner." Kurt counters. "Don't. We don't know if the storms will come back around, so if they do: call my line to reschedule and I'll let Frank know. Either way, no one in my household will use this area until your work order's been done for at least a couple days." Bobby reneges. "You've got it, Bobby." Kurt confirms. Closing that call out like all other family business ones, Bobby gazes Frank's way. "I was serious, brother. You're doing right, but it means I'll need you ready to vouch how I defend it to Tom." Frank reclaims. "Just flip me off, and it'll be done, brother." Bobby reminds. Entering the area, Tynie sees the damage, and grabs her phone. Using it to text the family, she updates them, advising they check their houses for damages. Then, she suggests they base the next two weeks on things like housework, dealing with Kurt's crew, and code red call outs. "If any of y'all have issues with Tom over this, call my line and say "Tynie, I need to speak to Frank ASAP." Quote that, unless Frank answers, and they'll get fifths of Jim Beam, Johnnie Walker Black, and Glenlivet for their trouble, after our houses are fixed." Tynie concludes. "Baby, your text to speech app made it so we heard already. I'm not taking your offer, because you helped us cover the necessary bases, so it doesn't feel right." Bobby refutes. "Honey, I'm with him on that." Anita falters. "So am I, but she wasn't sure, so it's OK." Frank simplifies. Blinking, Tynie rephrases "Frank, you just got Bill's backup. Evidently, he feels it's fairest because of the phone issue Bobby mentioned. Bill doesn't want us buyin' drinks for his house unless they're hurt, put under new medical restrictions, or hosting a family party. He believes it's another way to change paces, and keep what Lori said about family gatherings intact. I agree, but I've been asked to get you guys's verdict." "Are you OK with us carrying his decision over?" Anita hedges. Gazing between her spouse and Frank, Tynie getsa couple nods, then promises "I'll let him know." Keeping her word, she soon discovers, her family has a new deal. Reholstering her phone, Tynie updates Bobby, Anita and Frank. "The shittiest part is, we'll have to keep our meals simple until this area's fixed." Tynie mopes. "We can use our trays for meals, so we can mix those up between simple and standard ones, sis. Worst case scenario, our men send us to get new trays while they deal with Kurt." Anita objects. Before Frank or Bobby can answer that, the latter man's phone rings. Answering it, he finds Dean on the line, with an offer. "I'd rather you come tomorrow around eleven, brother. We don't know how many jackasses are on the roads right now, so it's a matter of safety." Bobby interferes. "No problem. If my baby feels it's too dangerous, I'll call to reschedule, so no one's left worrying." Dean condones. "Sounds good, brother." Bobby allows.
Sharing well wishes, he puts his phone up, and gives another update. "Babe, would you get mad if I told Dean your safety concern was a code? If not, do you realize I'm blaming it on our newest phone issue, and putting fifty bucks in his gas tank?" Tynie interrogates. "I'm not mad, sugar. You're justified, especially since gas prices tend to fluctuate." Bobby precludes. "Ok." Tynie rasps. "Guys, do you want me to make her decision a family rule?" Anita ponders. "Not today, sis. We're basically in storm limbo right now, so it wouldn't be safe. Hell, it's why tonight's best meal option is Frank's subs or my chili cheese nachos. I know you helped us make other plans, but Lord only knows when the limbo will end.. If you get my meaning." Bobby denies. "I do." Anita ensures. "Frank, I'll bet my ass; that was another code. Roughly translated, I'm to get Anita's help on getting us some Kirin Ichibans, then have you and my baby cover the rest. Of course, we'll have to eat in our back areas, since there's so much busted glass around." Tynie gambles. "I took it the same way, sis. You'll have to make it Heinekens or Sapporos, because we're out of Kirin Ichiban's, though." Frank instills. "Lead the way, guys." Anita compels. Dusting a kiss to Tynie's cheek, Bobby does as his sister in law asked, his housemates trailing him. Honoring the newest meal arrangement, Bobby and Frank clean up, and make a plan for how the bay window's dealt with tonight. Retrieving the duct tape from their hall closet, Bobby doesn't see his spiritual brother grab trash bags and oven cleaning gloves, yet they convene to mock up a barrier over the bay window's frame. Clearing from that, Bobby locks up, and checks Frank for injuries.
Finding none, the favor's reversed, before they rejoin their wives. Sitting face to face, Tynie's debriefed, in almost perfect sync with Anita. "Baby, you could've called me out for help." Tynie gripes. "Frank wouldn't let me ask either of you ladies that, because he feared it'd spike our risks of an ER visit, from glass shard related injuries. I understood his logic, because we were lucky to avoid them ourselves." Bobby amends. "Baby, we should get him a private stash of Kirin Ichibans and Johnnie Walker Black for that. Hell, if you'll text me asking for it to be part of tomorrow's shopping, I'll swear to him it was so you could back him when Kurt's crew gets here." Tynie repudiates. "I'm on it now, sugar." Bobby asserts.
Smiling through an exchanged nod, Tynie sees that promise turn real, and saves the evidence. Aligning her phone to it's charger, she moves to get Bobby's, and treat it the same way. "If Frank or Anita asks, I did that so we could get some charge on our phones before the storm limbo changes so harshly, it knocks out power." Tynie extolls. "Good call." Bobby acclaims. "Thanks, babe. Now, what do you say to us sharing massages and going from there?" Tynie counteroffers. "Lay out angel. You're always first." Bobby retorts. Cautiously obeying, given their closeness, she enjoys the first massage. Ensuring he knows, through periodic relaxed moans, Tynie smiles. Kneeling by her, Bobby sees his wife push herself up, and guide him to lay out where she did. "I'm not having my honey risk injury, or waiting long to get a massage like mine. After how badass you were a bit ago, those prospects didn't sit right with me." Tynie justifies. "Aww, ok, sugar." Bobby forfeits. Fulfilling her end of the massage deal, she gets praises like the ones she gave, and lays beside him. Ducking out of the room, Bobby uses their restroom, triggering a swap out with his wife. Retaking her place on their bed, Tynie rolls onto her left side, eyes her husband over, and licks her lips. Altering his pose to return those favors, Bobby's met with a slowly passionate kiss, while his wife's hands roam his build.
Sleekly reversing it, Bobby feels her delicately pet his resurrecting arousal, making him groan. Dispelling their kiss, he sees desire lighting her eyes, gruffly asking "How do you want us to enjoy each other, this time, baby?" "I offered you a stroke job, or breastfucking earlier, gorgeous. If you're OK with starting with one of those, you can enjoy me any way you want." Tynie sultrily recalls. "Sounds great, beauty." Bobby asserts. Laying out, he's kissed from lips to waist, as his wife aims to keep her intimate promise. Cherishing every minute, Bobby lets his sexual sounds prove it, until his climax forces him to growl a mix of her name and his love. "Bobby, I love you, too. Now, I'd like you to watch me." Tynie coaxes. Allowing his eyes to follow her again, he sees his dick get treated like a lollipop, until it's clean. "That was hot, baby." Bobby howls. "I'm not done yet." Tynie taunts. Retaining his rapt attention by saying that, she shows him, the lollipop tactics were also meant for her left hand. "Damn." Bobby slurs. Waiting for her spouse to catch his breath, she lays at his right, only to be guided on top of him. "Honey, you know what flaunting your power does to me." Tynie yearns. "Yeah. I've just begun, so tonight's going to be a real wild one, for you, angel." Bobby alludes. "I'd rather make it mutual, because we're equals, sexy." Tynie rebukes. "Perfect." Bobby claims.
Kissing again, those two deliberately ignore the remaining world, while living out their plan for tonight's lovemaking sessions. As part of it, they're clueless about that notion being yet another one, which encompasses every couple in their family. By the graces of good luck, no one's interrupted by the storm causing more Rotterdamn alerts, or by power going out. Cuddled up, sweaty and satiated at the end of the night, all the couples in Tynie's family softly kiss. Vowing love, they await slumber, which doesn't take long to overpower them. Snoring, everyone from Burt to Liza sleeps through a couple facts. One, the only sounds that conflict are from the storm. The other; a day that surrounded ridding of some old connections and renewing others, ended without problems.