Mrs. Franks 01
So, I'm Dennis or more affectionally, Denny, I'm so, so, so close to 21 that I can taste it and my story today is about how close to 21 that I am and I how firmly planted my foot down and refused to attend this year's family and friend's vacation down on the coast. I mean, don't get me wrong because for several years, the group vacation was pretty fun, even though I was age stuck in the middle, but we all managed and for the most part, it was cool. But now, mm-hmm, I open mindedly planted my foot down because the "talk" was coming! Oh, not that talk, but the talk about getting busy raising the next gen of a family to continue the family and friend's vacation tradition.
Well, I was still a little open minded and I wore athletic shoes when I softly planted my foot down because it would be the last family and friend's vacation for this particular generation group and it was to be topped off with a small wedding for Brenda and since I had known Brenda for so long, I mean, my mind was still open to be changed, maybe. And to give you the back story of Brenda the bride to be, she was age stuck the other way back then as she was the oldest of the children during the stretch of family and friend's vacations and the one who got stuck being the watchful eye babysitter while we ransacked the tourist shops and ran amuck down the beach boardwalk and we all survived, so, yay, Brenda the bride, right?
Besides, with my mom traveling aboard, I had to represent my family, right? I mean, I attended an event planning meeting at my aunties house and not just because there was the promise of food.
[Mm-hmm, Denny softly, yet firmly puts his foot down next to the Breakfast Bar and makes athletic shoes squeaky noises on the tile floor because that's exactly the same as sending a text]
"[Shoe squeak text received response] mm-hmm, I received your sneaky and squeaky shoe text, Denny and I couldn't respond back from your Auntie Lilith's living room since she has carpeting, so?"
[And nobody notices that Mrs. Franks exits the living room for all of the event planning, wine cooler sipping and giggling]
"[Breaks off a banana from the bunch] it's too bad that you've elected to miss what might be the last family and friend's vacation, Denny, but I get it since you're basically a grown man now. Hey, do you think your Auntie Lilith would be upset if I snatched one her bananas as a snack, hmm? [Peels banana back and inserts it into her mouth] I mean, these annual pre-planning meetings [soft munch] need more healthy snacks [soft munch], especially since us women need to watch our weight since our wedding dresses and other stuff have already been sized [slow and soft munch], so?"
Well, Mrs. Franks can have one of my aunties banana's anytime she wants to, even though watching her weight wasn't all that necessary. Anyways, as I know and remember things, Mrs. Franks was always the socialite mom who always kept things moving along, on time and to the plan and had the swooshing arm waves, the flight attendant pointing and the cheerleader stances to say she meant business when it came to keeping things on schedule and her skills were honed in tight.
"(Chuckles) now, Mrs. Franks, shouldn't you snack on a banana that way in front of your hubby, huh?"
"[Soft munch, insert, retract, soft munch] oh please, Denny, if I sexy snacked on a banana like this in front of my worthless hubby, mm-hmm, he would just ask if it was too late for him to back out of the vacation/wedding weekend so he could spend the long weekend in fag flop house and suck on his type of bananas, mm-hmm [swallows the last soft munch], so?"
Um, while I recover for a moment from how Mrs. Franks enjoyed her healthy sexy banana snack and hop skip way, way, way over that probably true statement about her worthless hubby, um, whew, well, this year's family and friend's getaway vacation did come with that twist because of Brenda's wedding and I decided to rethink my decision to not attend, mm-hmm!
Um, ooh, because I paid so much attention, um, the small wedding ceremony would be held at a wedding chapel with a sandy beach reception later that night in front of our usual family and friend's vacation beach hotel. Also, please feel free to add like 50 more words to my description of the simple wedding because with all the hustle and bustle that has been going on over it during the past several weeks, I'm sure that my description sells it short.
"[Shoe squeak, shoe squeak text message asking for the gap to be closed]"
"[The gap in the kitchen closes] mm-hmm, since I already know how I'm going to take charge of the weekend anyways, Denny, because that's what I do [snatches another banana] and I don't need to participate with the living room planning meeting [peels that second banana], I guess I'll just eat this second banana to keep you up, I mean, keep up with my potassium [such an insert and soft munch], so?"
[Boink! Boing, boing, throb, boing]
"I mean, Denny, surely the giggling girls explained to you what some of the women would be changing into for the pebbly and sandy beach reception [insert, too far, retract, soft munch], right? To loosen up while dancing and mingling and to protect the bottom of our dresses from getting damp sand dirty [soft munch and swallow], hmm? Also, which one of us is going to push forward first to smash our bodies together since I still hear plenty of wine sipping and giggling coming from the living room, hmm?"
[LOL, it was a tie!]
Oh, well then, where to start, right? The giggling girls were different to me, LOL, they were my giggling cousin twins, Billie and Millie Lilly. And they did explain to me that the bride, the bridesmaids and a few key women to the wedding ceremony would be changing out of their wedding ceremony dresses and into something more suitable for a damp sandy beach reception to protect the lower hemlines of said wedding ceremony dresses. And you don't need to add any words to this description because just below is a direct quote from the giggling girls.
Ahem, and I quote, "mm-hmm, bad ass, form fitting, perfectly sequined, slightly sheer, stretchy in all the right places, one-piece body jumpsuits with a hidden zipper in the back that is a man's dream", end quote.
Well, my brain was locked in on a few key words as they explained things to me, but there were a few extra mumblings about how the bad ass, form fitting, perfectly sequined, slightly sheer, stretchy in all the right places, one-piece body jumpsuits with a hidden zipper in the back that is a man's dream required different shoes and different underneath lingerie to accent and highlight the skin on a grape fit and look, so.
"[Finishes the second banana] mm-hmm, the giggling girls left out something, Denny, because the finished product visual is certainly most pleasing to a man's eye, but the upfront challenge [the gap is smashed] of helping a woman zip her zipper up in the back should be in the mix [takes Denny's hand and saw blades across her upper lower back where the dream begins], so?"
"[Mm-hmm, Denny takes the challenge and lowers the saw blading motion a tad lower and keeps saw blading] well, Mrs. Franks, why doesn't the hidden zipper start right where I'm saw blading now [saw blade motion, center booty saw blade motion, a man's dream location for a zipper], huh?"
"[Doesn't relocate the proposed zipper start location] mm-hmm, men and some women wish the hidden zipper head started right there, Denny, but I think the clothing designers wanted the booty area to be all one cut of fabric to maximize and accent the booty shape, mm-hmm."
"[Redirects the sawing action from horizonal to vertical] well, Mrs. Franks, the giggling twins may have glossed over the modest flap up top where the woman could adjust her exposed cleavage, so, what about that [mm-hmm, a much better sawing direction], huh?"
"[Chips in for vertical sawing motion because booties move like that] mm-hmm, I figured that out while I was trying mine on after I managed to shimmy and shake my way into the bad ass, form fitting, perfectly sequined, slightly sheer, stretchy in all the right places, one-piece body jumpsuits with a hidden zipper in the back that is a man's dream and mm-hmm, clothing designers are sneaky! And even though my 40 something massive MILF boobs are just coming in, mm-hmm, I liked what I saw in the mirror, mm-hmm, all the way around, mm-hmm! So, are you changing your mind, Denny about not attending the family and friend's/wedding this weekend, hmm?"
[Shoe squeak text, shoe squeak text, mm-hmm, I still have a hotel room reservation!]
Well, I mean, since it was going to be the last group vacation and all, so. Besides, since I have known the bride, Brenda Brendon for so long, I mean, it was the right thing to do, right? And besides again, since my mom was traveling in aboard, I mean, I just said it, right? I had to represent the family and that's my final answer!
"[Leans forward and down for a quick lip smack] well, Mrs. Franks, I might never forgive myself later in life if I missed the last group vacation and the joyous occasion and if I'm to carry on the tradition, I mean, I need to attend for the experience, right?"
"[Counter lip smacks back] well, it would be the grown up thing to do and even though it's going to be a busy weekend and even though we have an extra day, I mean, we'll see what happens, Denny [smack, peck, tongue tip tease and one more tongue tip tease, peck], so, since I have no use for the event planning meeting, Denny, I'm going to quietly slip out to my car, mm-hmm and if you want to quietly follow behind me in three minutes, mm-hmm, we can get your first blow job out of the way in advance of the weekend [smack, peck, mwah, deep digging tongue, peck], tootles."
Mm-hmm, that's right, I checked the time on my phone, mm-hmm because...
"OMG, there you are, Denny (buzzed giggles), listen..."
Um, OMG back, it was Mrs. Riley, coming from the event planning meeting in from the living room, um, who I will explain in a moment, I guess.
"Mm-hmm, this promises to be a weekend to remember, Denny and even though I might over fill out my bad ass, form fitting, perfectly sequined, slightly sheer, stretchy in all the right places, one-piece body jumpsuits with a hidden zipper in the back that is a man's dream reception wear, mm-hmm, I hope that thought alone changes your mind about not going this weekend, mm-hmm! And I won't promise meek and quiet because it's going to be slurpy and sloppy, mm-hmm and I still know how to buck back, Denny! Also, I need it my bad this weekend since my hubby's anxiety issues made him limp years ago, so?"
Well, this is as good of time as any to A) run and B) introduce the rest of the characters. So, ta da, our four vehicles caravan was a group of ten people. Me, Denny, who is also an aspiring future gearhead, hopefully and maybe, and then it was Mrs. Franks, hopefully my vacation/wedding weekend woman, mm-hmm, if we can find her hubby an alley to lurk in after dark, mm-hmm. And of course, the Riley's, aka, Mrs. Rita Riley from just above and her anxiety issues hubby, um, Mr. Riley, and the two gamer dudes, who get their own introduction below, but they belong to the Riley's. And the last four within our caravan group was my auntie and uncle, Lilith Lilly and Liam Lilly and of course, their twins, the giggling girls, Billie and Millie Lilly, my giggling cousins.
Now, as promised and feel free to just skip over this section, the two gamer dudes are both 18 and their own cousins, but they have never ever acted their age and that's why I've always stayed away from them. I mean, their life motto is mischief at any cost, gaming, more mischief, hide out from mischief charges and dirt bikes and gaming. And my case in point is how this past Spring, they thought that dousing the tires and wheels of their 125cc dirt bikes with lighter fluid and setting them on fire was a good idea for a way to ride. It was not a good idea and they are wanted for the charges to extinguish the grassy field flames. And if I refer to the gamer dudes as "kids" later in my story, I'm just being nice and omitting the word "stupid" or maybe "crying" in front of the word kids. And trust me, you'll know when the gamer dudes are speaking.
And I mean, even though the bride to be, Brenda, wasn't involved in our highway caravan, I mean, the bride deserves her credit since this will be her special weekend for everlasting true love, right?
