Florence has been a member of my book club, long before even I belonged. Yesterday was a grand barbecue, complete with grilled chicken, hamburgers, potato salad and deep fried waffles, courtesy of yours truly. That's right, my darling fans, these waffles were deep fried and served with a choice of honey liquor OR real maple syrup.
Allow me to explain how these are made. A milk and egg wash is made with a little bit of vanilla, in which Eggo(TM) waffles are dipped-and then dredged in flour. The waffle is then placed in a sizzling pan full of oil and fried until golden brown. They were legend (wait for it!) dary! Everyone loved them.
The Captain came with me, of course, wearing an Adidas(TM) golf shirt and the most adorable Adidas(TM) shorts. He has become, like me, a veritable Adidas(TM) freak. I wore my skirted bikini bottoms from Gap(TM) and a pink Panache(TM) bikini top which I had purchased on clearance at Breakout Bras. I got flour all over the bikini top and flour all over my stomach-and there was a bit on my face.
"Hilda," Mal approached, his plate full of waffles and syrup, "these are the shiniest things I've ever eaten."
"Thanks, Babylove," I hugged and kissed him.
"You are covered!"He indicated the flour on me.
"Si. Covered. Perhaps you have a remedy?"
"Let me finish these," he crunched into a waffle and then fed me a piece.
"Wow, these ARE good," I said.
"Shiny," he agreed.
When we had finished eating, Mal took me by the hand and led me to the pool house.
"Are we supposed to be in here?" I asked nervously.
He kissed my lips, "I got the key from Lawrence," he said, holding it up and then putting it back in his pocket.
"Oh, Mal. You're making friends. I'm so proud of you."
"Yeah, yeah," he licked my neck, "ugh," he shuddered.
"Sunscreen," I explained.
"Right. Well," he led me over to a chaise and sat me down, "there are some spots where you didn't spray, right?"
"Uh, yeah, I think so," I slid off my sandals and lay back on the chaise.
"Like under here?" he took off my bikini bottom and ran his hand over my pudenda and down to where I was getting very very wet. He licked his fingers, "Shiny, now lie back-and keep those legs open," he began licking at me, as he pushed a finger inside me, in and out as he licked at my little clit, back and forth until I came. "Mmm, I can feel that," he said, withdrawing his finger, and licking it. "You're so sweet and tight," he said. "Now I want you to have some of this," he took out his cock. "Aw hell," he took off all his clothes, removed my bikini top and placed his cock between my breasts. He moved his cock up and down as I squeezed my breasts together. "Have some," he said as he brought his cock to my mouth.
"Mmm," I took his cock by the hand and sucked on the head, licking at his frenulum, peeling back his foreskin with my lips and moving my mouth all the way down to the base and then up to the head again. I concentrated on the head as I ran my hand up and down the shaft.
"Oh, Hilda, Hilda, baby, mmm. I just want to be inside you," abruptly, he pulled out of my mouth and brought his cock down to my little blonde vaggie. He tapped it against my pudenda and over my clit and then he pushed it in.
"Malcolm, Malcolm, fuck me, fuck me," I murmured.
He obliged, taking my right breast and suckling at it as he fucked me, and then moving to the left, his tongue moving rapidly over the nipple as I felt his cock going in and out of me. Then he put his mouth on mine, his tongue in my mouth, he continue to fuck, his mouth going over to my ear, then my neck-and then he pulled out and moved down so he could lick at my clit for a bit, and then he pushed back into me and kept fucking me. "I'm going to come," he said, "Oh, oh, oooh!" he came, his hot wet semen spurting into me.
He held me close.
We emerged from the pool house to applause.
I remain,
Hilda Stinson
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