RTD 10 Sunday Brunch with Teri and Cindy

The Roll of the Dice

It was 2 pm before Cindy emerged from the bedroom. By the time she showered and joined Teri and Gene, it was 3 pm. Cindy, only expecting to find Gene downstairs, put on a pair of bikini underwear and headed down for some coffee whose aroma had drifted upstairs.

Cindy was surprised to see Gene moaning in the middle of the living room floor and Teri sitting at the kitchen table watching TicTok videos on her phone. “What’s wrong with Gene,” Cindy asked as she sipped her first cup of liquid gold.

“He’s been going down on me like a madman all day. I have never seen a man go as insane as he goes for hours. It is unbelievable. I hope you are cool with me using him. You seemed pretty okay with it last night.”

“I am cool with it. I am a little jealous that I have not got any yet. He doesn’t look in any shape to take care of me. Where is my loving, Gene.”

“You told me to go away and leave you alone,” Gene mumbled from the carpet.

“Not for seven hours. And look at you, all shaking and moaning. You sound like you are dying, not making love. Are you enjoying it, or are you just addicted to Terri’s pussy?”

“He can be revived, I think, by getting your pussy in his face,” Teri volunteered. “My pussy is raw from all the licking, so I am taking a break. And by the way, your ass is incredible. Well, all of you is.”

“Sorry I didn’t dress. I didn’t know you were down here. I think we should all go out for brunch or something. I am starving,” Cindy offered. “Besides, we need to talk, the three of us. There is a lot we have left up in the air, and I want us to all stay friends and not let sex make us all go jealous or something. Okay?”

“Let me text Jim and tell him I am with you, Cindy. He’s playing golf and then probably fucking his girlfriend, so I don’t think he will mind. He doesn’t know I know, so that always gives me a little edge. He will want me to have supper sometime tonight, ugh.”

“Can we go have breakfast without drama or acting out, Gene? Can you get your shit together and stop all that moaning. Enough is enough. No one made you eat pussy all day.”

“Just wear something modest and I will be okay?”

“You don’t like what we have on?”

“You two know what you are doing to me. Could you please wear something conservative to brunch?”

“So what do you like better, my ass cheeks hanging out below my shorts that I wore last night or Teri’s miniskirt?”

“I love both of them, I just don’t want my dick slamming into the bottom of the cage for the next couple of hours at breakfast. I don’t want to be hard anymore. I need some downtime, please. Helping Teri come all morning has left me a little disoriented.”

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