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Tuesday morning all are up by nine o’clock. Over breakfast, they chat about what Donald plans for their return trip south. He tells Dorothy that tonight he would like to stay in their Boston home for Emma to see it. Dorothy agrees readily with this plan.
“It’s not the most opulent house, but it is old and sturdy. It has been in our family for generations, almost since the first Ryan’s came to this country in the 1600s,” Dorothy explains.
Emma is in awe. Her family has been leaders of their communities since the early 1800s, but to be inhabitants of the United States from even before is amazing to her.
Dorothy does assure her that many renovations and remodeling have occurred over the years, so not primitive, but keeping with the original foundation. Emma is excited to see it.
After breakfast is finished, Dorothy asks Donald to come with her as she would like to talk with him. Maude just nods to Emma that all is fine. After they leave the room, Maude and Emma take their time washing the dishes and talking. Maude telling more about her and Dorothy’s lives together.
“After our four years at college in wonderful bliss, and then two more years getting our master’s degrees at the University of Massachusetts in Amherst, Massachusett, we were in this wonderful bubble of self-indulgence. We even managed to find summer jobs together so we would not have to return home for the summer. Oh, we spent a couple of weeks here on the Cape, and one visiting my parents, but from our sophomore year on, we were not apart.
After we finished our secondary degrees, our parents came up with the idea for us to spend time abroad, in Europe. It was 1967 the, and youth hostels were springing up all over Europe. The Beatles had just released Sargent Pepper’s Lonely Heart Club Band, trouble was brewing in the Middle East, but that would not affect us in Europe, inter-racial marriages were deemed unconstitutional, and gay rights were beginning to flourish.
Our parents wanted to reward us for making it all through our academic careers summa cum laude, and we relished the idea of time for us to travel together and enjoy our lust and love unencumbered.
Flying was an option, but on our way there we decided we would rather travel by ship. All we could think of was having eight days in be, mostly playing together.
By now, we had learned so many more ways to use our fingers, lips, tongues to satisfy each other all over. We had even bought some vibrators to stimulate each other, but it was funny, neither of us was ever really drawn to using a strapon. Our times with David and Bobby took care of that need. Together we just enjoyed the womanly touch to each other.
Armed with several converters for all our needs while in Europe to use our different ‘appliances’ we waved goodbye to our parents from the deck and then hurried to our room.
Grinning and giggling, we quickly undressed each other and fell into awaiting arms. Our kisses, with a taste of the ocean scent, were thrilling. Falling on the soft bed together was wonderful as we groped at each other, finding all the places each most enjoyed. It was two days until we surfaced from our room. The basket of fruits and treats our parent had sent kept us fed for any more than we needed than each other’s juices.
It was a frenzy of activity when we started as we pulled out of port. Kissing and then licking and sucking each other’s breasts, then soon down between each other’s thighs, finding and playing with each other’s clits as we fingered each other’s g-spots to a mutual climax.
We would play, then sleep an hour or two and then back at it again. It was a marathon we had created for ourselves. Actually more of a triathlon. We could not stop this fevered pace until we were both so sated and sore we were forced to.
By the end of the second day, we did come up for air a bit. We took a long leisurely bath together, washing each other fully with total delight. It was while doing so we came up with a new idea.
Both Dorothy and I were rather full, shall we say, in the mons department. And while thrilling to lick and suck each other hairs often, it did get in the way. It was Dorothy’s idea as she was soaping my pussy. Why didn’t we clip each other short to increase our enjoyment in that way?
The idea of feeling my short mons pressing and rubbing against Dorothy’s started my juices flowing. We soon were out of the tub, a towel under her, Dorothy’s legs over the end of the bed, spread wide. Me in a chair, glasses on – which I only wore for reading or close up work – and a pair of scissors and a comb in hand.”
Maude pauses and comments, “I should say I noticed that both you and Donald are well trimmed, don’t you feel it so liberating?” Before returning to her tale.
Just feeling each other’s skin so close it took things to a new dimension for us. But then I am getting ahead of myself.
I combed Dorothy’s hair in her mons, taking all the kinks out carefully. That in itself was rather arousing for both of us. For her as I kept my finger running up and down her slit as I combed, for me, naked before her gaze thinking about it soon being my turn. I held the first bit up in one hand and clipped close to her skin with the scissors. Over and over, starting at the top of her mons, clearing the forest there, down to around her cave entrance. There I was so careful and peered so closely so not to nick her at all.
It took almost a half hour, and the towel was covered in Auburn hair, but my love’s pussy, for the first time, was fully on display to me. I couldn’t help it, but after brushing away the remains of her hair I leaned and just gently kissed her labia. Then spread her lips wide as I first kissed all over her bare mons and then delved into her slit, vagina, ending on pressing her clit hood aside to begin to slide up and down and side by side on her clitoris bringing her to climax.
She shouted out with glee, telling me it never had felt so intense before.
Well, it was only moments later than the towel was shaken out, I was now on my back on it and Dorothy, wearing my glasses saying she wanted to be safe with what she was doing, was combing, and then clipping me clean.
When finished, we rolled together over and over, feeling our flesh so soft against each other.
The next night, when we did come to our senses, we dressed for dinner in three-quarter length gowns, but left our underwear off, and went down to dinner. To our surprise, we were seated at the captain’s table. Embarrassed that we missed the first three dinners, we gave the excuse that it took us a while to get our sea legs, it seemed. The Captain was distraught that we had not called for medical attention, but we assured him just sleeping got us through the worst of it.
Attention turned to other topics around the table, all delightful, but not as gratifying as us each, under the cover of the tablecloth, lifting each other’s dresses up and fingering each other’s lovely sheared beavers as we ate.
From that day on, we regularly clipped and trimmed each other so to keep that wonderful feeling together. And an amusing side story. When we returned from our European adventure and were with David and Bobby again, they were so aroused by our trim state they had us clean them up also, and they now keep each other trimmed all the time too. That did add to all of our thrill of playing together.”
Emma is enjoying Maude’s reminisces and would like them to go on, but Dorothy comes back into the kitchen where Emma and Maude are sitting at the table. There are tears in her eyes, which she brushes away.
Maude hurries to her and hugs her tightly. Emma is distraught, worried something horrible has happened, but Maude signals her over Dorothy’s head not to worry. But Emma wonders.
She does ask where Donald is now, and Dorothy tells her in a shaky voice that he has gone upstairs to finish packing. Emma hurries upstairs, leaving Dorothy sobbing quietly in Maude’s arms.
When Emma enters the room she wants to demand to know what has happened to put Dorothy is such a condition but stops in her path as she sees Donald with tears in his eyes too packing the last of their suitcases.
Something tells Emma that it is not her place to know, at least now, what has transpired between aunt and nephew. Instead, she just goes up behind him and hugs him tightly. Donald leans against her and sighs.
They finish packing and carry the suitcases downstairs. Surprising it is now approaching noon, and Emma and Maude are putting lunch on the table. Emma still has red-rimmed eyes, matching Donald’s in many ways, but she is full of smiles and cheer as she urges them to the table.
It is an excellent lunch; all are filled to the brim with exquisite seafood when done. They sit and talk, promising to return more often, and inviting Dorothy and Maude to come to visit them, trying to avoid the final farewell.
Donald is a bit overwhelmed about departing from his aunt, Maude, and the place he spent so many happy summers at. In the end, he pulls himself together and around two o’clock carries the bags to the car. Dorothy presses coolers and baskets filled with delectable delights for them to take home.
“Even if you just enjoy them on your journey back, it will keep us with you just a little longer,” Dorothy tells them.
And then the floodgates open, and all the women are in tears. Donald tries to stay staunch, but tears are forming in his eyes as they all hug and kiss each other goodbye. Donald and Dorothy clinging to each other like they were both trying to savor each other before their separation.
She tells him, with a slap on his ass cheek that he better not stay way so long ever again. He promises not too.
He and Emma climb in the car and waving as they pull out the drive they are on their way again. Soon for Emma to see Donald’s childhood home.
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