Pig Roast Prep 01
So, I'm Joel, I'm 22 and I have a quirky Uncle Phil and a questionable Uncle Stu and they have a third partner, who I don't even really know, er, Calvin, and the three of them keep somewhat busy during the warmer months on the weekends and are affectionally known as the Pig Roast Guys. LOL, and to be clear about the TV commercials that annoy my TV viewing pleasure, they are not the Flooring Guys or the Brick Paver Guys or the Concrete Raising Guys or the Fencing Guys or the Mobile Car Repair Guys or my personal favorite, the Lawn Care Guys. And they are my personal favorite because I actually went to school with two of the lawncare guys and I use their service. And then I guess that I once recommended the Fencing Guys because I somewhat benefitted from my kitty corner neighbors fence to block out the headlamps of the cars turning left onto Willow Street. The end, LOL, of the guys.
Anyways, the Pig Roast Guys, lines up with Uncle Ernie as being the pig guy with the cooker thing trailer and Calvin, the guy I don't know much about is the pig roasting chef cook guy and my Uncle Stu is the converted ice cream truck guy, who brings all the stuff that needs refrigeration and he brings it all. It's pricey, but they have all the pineapple rings, veggies, apples, coleslaws and pasta salads and what other sides you want and it's done. You pay, you show up, you party, you munch on pig and they take care of everything else and it's all done for a price.
And I assume that The Pig Roast Guys Plus One Lady took up too much space on the flyer because my Uncle Stu's wife, my Auntie Thelma, actually is the master of ceremonies, keeps the pig roast flow going, mixes the sides, collects the big fat checks and keeps the books.
Anyways, trust me when I say that I only got involved when I caught wind of the Madden's, the Milkins and the Millstones' idea of all going in together to host a 'recent birthdays/combo graduations/reason to mingle/opportunity to network/legit chance to wear a Denim mini or skin tight jeans and boots/just another reason for a Mrs. Bentley Champagne toast' party behind the Line Dance Club, whew.
And by getting involved, um, I started with my Auntie Thelma.
"Well, nephew, I usually don't give discounts because I'm used to living fancy, but since you're family and all and since these people are your friends, I might be inclined to give them a 10% discount and I might be inclined to add another 5% discount since it's three families of hubby's, I mean, three families of men, argh, I mean, three families and friends of people plus the normal Line Dance Club cowboys and I might be inclined to add on another 5% discount if you agree to pay no never mind to some things that you might spy with your little eye, so?"
"Ooh, ooh, Auntie Thelma, paying no never mind attention was my major back in school a few years ago and that's why I work at the factory instead of at the office complex! Also, exactly what am I paying no never mind attention too anyways?"
"Mm-hmm, dearest nephew, Joel, since this is a 'recent birthdays/combo graduations/reason to mingle/opportunity to network/legit chance to wear a Denim mini or skin tight jeans and boots/just another reason for a Mrs. Bentley Champagne toast' party that is being held behind the Line Dance Club, where shadows are a plenty and the restrooms are available for use and other things, mm-hmm, you just pay no never mind then, got it?"
"(Gulp!)"
"(Giggles) see, nephew, you do get it. Now skedaddle since your friend's have requested a few extra sides and things, mm-hmm and bring me those big fat checks, goodbye, Joel."
Well then, I'll leave that right where it is. LOL, in the center section chapter of a trashy bedside novel.
Anyways, I'm not saying it out loud, but I may have volunteered to gather up the three big fat checks and if Mrs. Madden happens to drop off, I mean, if any member of the Madden family happens to drop off their share of the cost big fat check, I mean, I might have a cold glass of ice tea ready to sip over a chit chat. You know, maybe.
And even though Mrs. Madden, as I remember things, has a fashion closet that stretches from east to west and none of it ever disappointed, as I remember it [tips a glass of ice tea], here's to hopefully what might be a nice Friday afternoon outfit, that falls between Saturday morning gardening shorts and blouse, um, er, well, here's to hoping that I don't be just all me and make things weird.
"(Giggles) you're weird, Joel."
"I mean, Maddie, I mean, Mrs. Madden, why would you say that, huh? Just because you asked me what my favorite color was and then I responded back with how clear is my favorite color, is that it, huh? I never said that my sexy pillow talk was my A game, so? Or my B game or even my C game, so?"
"LOL, no, not that, weirdo, that's the 5th thing that makes you weird, weirdo. I'm saying you're weird because I think you're trying to seduce me into being your party girlfriend tomorrow and I don't see that happening, even though we just had (slightly below) amazing sex in your bed. Now bury your head under the covers while I shimmy out of the bed naked because I don't quite remember how after sex behavior works and I don't want you peeking on me, so."
[Shuffles and slides out from under the covers stark naked]
You see, folks, how can one not peek when the woman you just had sex with, crawls out of the bed, stark naked, and casually sashays to the mirror to fiddle with her hair, mm-hmm, her sex hair, as she twists back and forth in front of the mirror, I mean, how does one not peek, right?
[Still stark naked, let the mirror gazing begin before getting dressed and the twisting back and forth is always the best part, um, the best view]
"[Pats that fairly flat tummy in the mirror] my tummy is still pretty flat for my age, right, Joel? [Pat, pat] and yes, I've been working out at the gym to get things back to where they were."
"[Non peeping hands locked behind head] it's what I think of as a girlfriend tummy, Mrs. Madden."
"[Twist sideways and cups the booty cheeks and bounces them] oh, please, Joel, you just gave my pussy a good work out, which I haven't had in over 12 years, so I think calling me Maddie now will do while we're in the bedroom. I mean [booty cheek hand cup bounce, booty cheek hand cup bounce], well, I guess I still need my high heels to boost my booty up, but still, right? Also, don't call me Maddie in public or at the party because, mm-hmm, that's girlfriend stuff."
"[Ahh, such a view] Maddie, I think your booty is amazing, heels or no heels, but there is always room for a comparison challenge, you know, like next time, when you bring it to the bed in just heels, okay?"
"[Still twisting and still admiring such a flat belly at 42] maybe I should shave a diamond down here, right, babe? Would you like a shaved diamond on my front for the next time, you know, when I bring it to the bed in high heels and just in high heels that have glass stud diamond shapes on the toes, Joel, hmm?"
"[Still admiring the view] Maddie, I mean, diamonds are a girl's best friend and all, so, I mean, like a solid diamond or a hallow diamond outline?"
"[Frames the pubic hair region with triangle hands] a hallow diamond sounds like a tough shave, Joel, but we'll see. Anyways, maybe I should sit top next time, just to see if your cock reaches all the way up to this point [finger traces a line across her fairly flat tummy, just above the belly button] or would it be too weird for you if I rode you cowgirl style like that, hmm, Joel?"
"[LOL, reaches under the covers for a measurement check] that would not be too weird at all, Maddie and that can be our Wednesday night thing! And since it's Friday, it's legit for us to make up for this past Wednesday that we just missed, so?"
"[Grips and bounces the girls because that's a legit mirror reflection thing to do by any woman at any time] well, let's not create a schedule just yet, Joel, you know, since I'm not your girlfriend and since I'm basically your mother's age (giggles), besides, I think Wednesday nights are best saved for tit fucking and mushroom tip kissing with every thrust, which I've never had the pleasure or chance to experience yet, so?"
"[Aha, aha, aha, aha] which still might put you on top, Maddie. And by the way, you can get back under the covers now because as you just said, what was it that you said, there are 12 years of sex to make up for and apparently, I just need 12 minutes to recover [boing, throb, boing, throb]."
"[Mm-hmm, Maddie Madden actually slips her non studded heels on] well, our time is running short, Joel [clump, clump, clump, clump] and I feel like I've neglected my girlfriend duties for not having sucked off your dick yet or sooner [clump, clump], so, swing your legs out over the side of the bed and let me do my girlfriend duties and let's see if my mouth is still what it used be because..."
[Oh no, the heat of the moment lovers didn't here the roar, vroom of a car pulling up in the driveway]
"[A feverish arm shaking] hello, Joel [finger snap, finger snap], snap out of your stupid day dream, Joel, because I just came from delivering the big fat check to your Auntie Thelma's and I'm freaking out, Joel! Joel! Joel, snap out of from snoozing on your front porch! Joel [snap, snap]."
"[Grump, mumble] oh, Madelyn, what? Also, start with what did you just say about delivering the big fat check that your mom was going to stop by and let me slip it to, er, I mean, the check that she was going to slip to me over a glass of ice tea, huh?
"Oh, mom mumble something about making sure that I left the check alone and she even safety pinned it to her slitted Denim skirt dress, but I ignored that because I saw her try on her side split almost mini skirt and she looks fine, like better than ever since she's tightened up her belly to flat at the gym. I mean, why my mom finger traced a line across upper belly is beyond me, but trust me, Joel, you'll have plenty of time tomorrow to see my mom in her Denim party dress at the 'recent birthdays/combo graduations/reason to mingle/opportunity to network/legit chance to wear a Denim mini or skin tight jeans and boots/just another reason for a Mrs. Bentley Champagne toast' party, you know, tomorrow night when a bazillion of other people will be around, so?"
So? Did Madelyn just say so? Didn't she peek into my day dream? Because I have so many reasons to argue that...
"And none of that even matters, Joel, because then, OMG, your auntie showed me the dead pig for my share of the combo party tomorrow night, Joel, the ding, dong, dang, dead pig, Joel and it's the whole ding, dong, dang, dead pig, Joel!"
"(Chuckles) well, Madelyn, that's just how they do it, but then what happened?"
"Oh, oh, oh, let me tell you what happened next, Joel, but first, let me finish up with, OMG, Joel, do you understand what I'm saying when I say it's the whole ding, dong, dang, dead pig, right, because it still has the head and eyes, Joel and it's like a shiny leather head!"