Ok everyone. Here’s the dirt, the scoop, the down and dirty of our time with Windy Days and Margo. Yes, it was a sweet time; it was a time of celebration between new friends. Hugs, drinks and great conversation abound but here’s what you really (esp. Dawg) want to read about…….
The hugs were fantastic. They both love to give the arms wrapped around the back, boob squishing, affectionate locking in and squeezing hugs. Oh yeah, they both passed my hug test. We should have done more.
Dawn loves to get fruit drunk, I mean really fckn.drunken.fruit. I didn’t need to drink any of her expertly prepared wonderfully delightful sangria. I could have gotten away with eating five pieces of the fruit to put me totally flat on my back. It’s a good think I only ate four.
These two are sex maniacs.
Becca looked totally fabulous walking around with a bottle of Red Stripe in her hand. I don’t know what held Dawn back from jumping her right then and there and having dessert that whole night.
I mean REALLY PEOPLE look at her....
Dawn had to be told countless of times to put her arms down as she was futzing with her hair. Can you say muscle definition? This girl has it all over….upper and lower arms, legs, butt (later on the last).
Becca wore a see through top on our night out to dinner. It was highlighted with a large silver charmed, black stranded necklace that she had just craftily created herself. I say craftily because she had expertly designed the necklace to force your eyes to drift to her left breast. I can’t remember what I had for dinner that night.
After having a wonderful lunch of oysters (get where I’m going here?), Dawn mysteriously ripped the back of her camo Capris offering a well exposed pair of butt chee, I mean dark underwear (how hot is ALL of that!?!). Then, when I asked her for a picture she quickly turned around and bent over right in front of me. I’m so glad I only slurped down one oyster for lunch.
Two sex maniacs that are totally in love with each other and they have absolutely no problems showing their love in public either. That was so endearing to me. I was walking behind them seeing their arms linked together and looking at each other. They created a wake of bliss that had strangers smiling after them. Ok, enough of that shit lets move on to another area, their family.
You all know they have four kids that range from the age of approximately three to under five feet tall. My normal names for kids are…crumb crushers, brats, littleshits...it’s an endless list. I’m not a kid person. I don’t like spoiled, whiney little people and I’m not sorry about it. But I have to say I was disappointed in the fact that none of my names were applicable to these four kids. I totally fckng fell in love with them all. They weren’t perfect (I had to coax Storm into saying “please” for me to king him in a game of checkers) but they are pleasantly mannered, fun to be with, entertaining (aye, still getting a kick out of William the Pirate) and love filled kids. Hmm, just like their Moms.
If only Becca and Dawn could rear a world full of kids we probably would finally get to world peace. Since that’s not practical, then they need to write a book. How to raise brat-less kids. Ok, next……
I think I blushed when Becca kissed me. I was showing her the spot where Ray had given me a ketchup kiss and she just heard kiss and planted one on the same spot, something like that anyway, made me blush or was it the sangria?
Dawn and I had a wonderful argumental discussion on marriage. She’s still learning the Jude-way and I’m sure she’ll get it.
Becca has natural cleavage; Dawn gets hers with a little forceful help.
I can’t wait for the one wall to be filled with pictures, sorry I can’t disclose any more.
And that’s all I can say, the rest has to remain untold. Bottom line though, these two are amazing beautiful women and I fell more in love with them after meeting and being with them for the short time and my Wife did the same.
So thank you again, Becca and Dawn for allowing R and I to enter your real life lives. We had an absolutely fabulous time. Hugs, kisses and some drunken fruit.
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