Inside Gillette Stadium we found our seats pretty easily. We brought jackets and three blankets in case we got cold. When we first sat down we sat Diane, Jose', Almond, Kasumi, me and then Ann. Someone watching would have seen that at the end of the first quarter the ladies changed seats and it became Almond, Jose', Kasumi, Ann, me and Diane. During half-time it shifted again and by the end of the game they had shifted again.
After the game we walked back as a family. We shared our thoughts and feelings. At Jose's motor home we stopped and Diane asked him, "Which of us are you inviting to stay with you tonight?"
I saw the look on his face and knew his fear. What if he picked and the one he picked said, "No thanks"? We might be strong manly men, but rejection wasn't something we'd ask for. I asked, "Raise your hand if you'd like to be picked." All female hands went up.
Jose' smiled and picked Almond and Diane. They high fived each other, kissed Kasumi, Ann and me good night and went inside with Jose'. I held Kasumi's and Ann's hands and we went to the bus. I opened the door and they climbed in, Kasumi first. As she climbed the three steps I patted her butt. Ann stepped up on the bottom step and offered her butt for my enjoyment. I used both hands for a minute and she said, "Come inside and start the furnace, please. We're cold."
Kasumi was still in her jacket when I climbed into the bus and shut the door. Two minutes later it was warm enough inside and the jackets came off. I held Kasumi and asked, "How do you feel, knowing Jose' is next door enjoying Almond and Diane?"
She put her arms around me, squeezed a little and said, "I used to worry. He's a good-looking man and he would be gone sometimes for weeks. I worried that he was with another woman. I don't worry now. Both of you take good care of us, love us and only leave us to go kill something. I hope he has a good time tonight. I plan to have a good time, too."
She kissed me and Ann joined the hug and the kissing. Clothes came off and we made our way to the back of the bus and the bed. They teamed up and got me on my back in the middle of the bed. Ann focused on my cock and used her hands and mouth to stimulate the reaction she wanted while Kasumi fed me her breasts, one at a time. Her breasts were small, with small areola and big nipples. They were very sensitive and I discovered again that the harder I sucked the more she liked the feeling. So, I opened my mouth and got most of her breast in my mouth as I sucked, hard.
Meanwhile Ann was doing her best to swallow all of my cock. I felt my hips responding and as she sucked they lifted, making a fucking motion. Her hands held my hips.
When I was hard enough for a different action she guided Kasumi's hips and my cock to meet and greet each other. As I started to penetrate Kasumi's puss she sat up, freeing her breast from my mouth and she said, "Ann, I love you! Ben, I love you!"
Ann swung a leg over my head and said, "I love you both."
Her open, wet vulva lowered itself to my waiting mouth. They kissed and as Kasumi rode me I ate Ann.
I'm sure if we had been paying attention we would have heard people packing up, trucks and RV's starting and driving away. We didn't hear any of it.
In the afterglow of our romp we were snuggling in bed together and heard someone pounding on the outside of the other motor home. A voice called out, "You can't stay here tonight! You have to get out by midnight!"
It was clear to me that we were next. I got up, pulled on some clothes and said, "Ladies, stay in bed. I'll take care of us." I swung the door open just as the man wearing a Patriot's parking uniform hit the side of the motor home.
"I heard you when you woke my brother." I said. "Give me a few minutes and we'll be on the road." He nodded, got back in his golf cart and drove towards two more RV's.
Jose' and I high fived each other, readied our vehicles and climbed into the driver's seats. Almond came flying out of Jose's motor home. Her Miata was parked between the RV's! She yelled, "Go! I'll follow!" She started the Miata and put the top up.
Jose' laughed, put his RV in Drive and she followed. I followed her. Jose' headed south, knowing that in the morning Almond needed to go back to D.C. and her cover job with a magazine. He drove for almost an hour, saw a Wal-Mart from the Interstate and ten minutes later we were parked.
Crawling back into bed with Kasumi and Ann was a joy. They had stayed very warm and willing to share their warmth and more. In the morning Almond came to us and kissed all three of us "good-bye for now". Then she drove away. I wondered how long it would be until she was with us again. A month? A year? Ever?
We got together for lunch. Jose' asked, "Who is number three?"
NUMBER THREE
Diane smiled and said, "I am."
Kasumi asked, "Where are we going?"
"North east. Boston, Maine, New England. I want to learn about cooking seafood. Chowders, lobsters, crabs, fish, cioppino."
I said, "I want to learn how to appreciate fish, lobsters, crabs, chowders, and that cioppino stuff, whatever it is!"
"It's a tomato based sea food stew with clams, lobster, fish, scallops, crayfish, corn, onions and spices in it." Kasumi said.
Jose' got out some maps and we planned the next five days travel. Our first stop was Boston. Kasumi and Diane really learned chowders. Red ones and white ones. Ann found a place that taught her Italian pastries. Jose' and I enjoyed Boston.
Our next stop was north towards Portland Maine. Less than two hundred miles between the two it still took us three days to make the trip. Diane was in charge. This was her trip and any whim she had was followed by us and enjoyed to the fullest. We turned north from where Almond left us and by mid-day we were slightly north of Boston. At Diane's direction I headed towards the ocean and when we saw it we saw plenty of big, fancy restaurants and Bed & Breakfasts advertising lobster and chowders. Diane ignored every one of them. We drove along the shoreline seeing boats and docks, trucks and stacks of lobster traps. Suddenly Diane saw a small shack of a restaurant. It was smaller than the cottage I had lived in when I managed the F&G. The building was painted white a long time ago and some of the white was still visible, but mostly it was bare wood. The weather beaten sign above the door said, "Jenny's". There were eight vehicles parked nearby. All were local trucks for workers; fishermen, plumbers, electricians, two different construction companies and a truck from the City Parks and Recreation Department.
Diane said, "Find a place to park. This is it."
She radioed Kasumi that we were stopping for lunch. We found places to park and walked a block back to Jenny's. Opening the door was like stepping back in time. Formica tables washed and scrubbed until the color and pattern were gone from the Formica, matching chairs with plastic seats also worn smooth. Chrome napkin dispensers on the tables. The menu was a chalkboard on one wall. I held the door and Diane entered followed by Ann and Kasumi. A woman about fifty smiled and greeted them. She commanded three of the men customers to put two tables together and they jumped to as if she was "Mom." I knew Diane was right. This was the exact place Diane had been looking for.
Diane and Jenny bonded in microseconds. None of us ordered. Diane told Jenny what she was up to and Jenny accepted the challenge. She turned to head for the kitchen. Diane, Kasumi and Ann followed. Fifteen minutes later they came back, carrying plates of food and looking as if they had been steamed as well. Diane's sleeves were rolled up to her elbows, her eyes sparkled and she was in heaven. She put a sandwich and slaw in front of me and said, "If you don't have an orgasm with the first bite I'll be surprised!"
