Hubby takes nice pictures! LOL
This one turns me on to this day.
It was taken back in 1994. I had been seeing the girl in the pic--getting some oral Lex--for a couple of years. Her name was Jennifer, she was married, couldn't stand her husband, and loved to sneak out and get some girl/girl action--and eventually some girl and guy action.
I met her, I think, in 1992, (not long before I met hubby) at a lesbian bar called "Mary's" in Pomona.
We'd hook up every now and again for sex, and when I met hubby, he started joining us. The threesomes with her were awesome.
Then in 1995, she just split. She called, said goodbye, and told me that she was leaving her husband and taking their kids back to the east coast. Never heard from her again.
Sure was fun while it lasted.
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Nah nah nah nah, hey hey hey, goodbye...
....to our jobs.
Hubby and I have retired!
Several months ago, I was working on yet another on-line training course and hubby was in his office working on yet another legal project and I just kind of stopped.
I was sick of it. After 25 years in the training and development field.....I hit the wall.
We've been very fortunate through the years. We've made great investments, own a lot of real estate, are debt-free, and very financially secure.
Quite honestly, I've developed a huge interest over the years in real estate, and I just wanted to tend to these matters. We own several properties in several states, and we also own interest in several franchises, and have several other financial assets..
So I sat there for a minute and walked into my husband's office.
"I'm so sick of this shit."
He looked up and said, "What did I do now?"
"Nothing, dork. I'm sick of my job. I'm done. I can't take it. What about you?"
He laughed and said, "I'm not sick of your job, so....."
I kicked his leg and he laughed.
"No....I meant YOUR job."
"Oh, yeah.....appeal after appeal....you can only write so many."
"Fuck this. Let's quit. I'll manage our investments and you can go back to what you really love."
"Fucking married women? You let me do that anyway."
"Photography. Don't make me kick you again."
We poured some drinks and spent the evening talking about it. Then we took a break, fucked in the jacuzzi, had some dinner, and talked some more. Around midnight, we were drunk, fucked out, and retired.
I'm managing our assets now and he's opened his own photography business. And no, it isn't boudoir photography. LOL I can't say what he's specializing in, but he's doing well.
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Goodbye Mitzie and CG....
Mitzie and CG no longer live in that garage apartment.
Last year, after over a year of looking, they found a house they just fell in love with. And the best part is that now they're only a few acres away from us.
Our house sits on a few acres. The house they bought sits on an acre and that property is located next to our land.
The good news was.....it needed some work. So with that work, obviously, the asking price would come down from what it normally would be.
But.....eh....the owners really weren't coming down. And there was a risk that it could get snapped up. Houses in our area sell. The inventory is low.
So we met up one night with CG and Mitzie's real estate agent, Katie, who is also our real estate agent on commercial properties.
We all hashed it out: X amount, owners can sell at a lower price if they don't want to do minor repairs. The girls agreed that this was the final offer.
Oh, and sale was pending a home inspection. Anything major regarding electrical, plumbing, structure, mold, foundation comes up, deal is off and it either gets scrapped or renegotiated.
ALWAYS get a home inspection. ALWAYS. If you don't, you have only yourself to blame.
They said yes. The home inspection went fine and showed no major problems. The owners opted to sell "as is" and we negotiated a slightly lower price.
Last fall, the girls started moving into their new house. After over eight years, it was tough to watch them leave. But Mitzie's 30 and CG is 29 now. They've been married for a couple of years now and need to have a place they can truly call their own.
Happily, we still see them all the time--in and out of the bedroom.
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And Hello Bev....
So one Saturday morning last fall, hubby was off with his cameras on an assignment and Bev came over.
We went at it for a few hours and then I ran out and got some breakfast/brunch for us. I came back and we were eating in the jacuzzi and drinking some wine. We were chatting and Bev noticed the girls running up the stairs to the apartment and then down and throwing stuff of one of our golf carts.....and then twenty minutes or so they'd return and get some other things.
"So," Bev said, "What are Bert and Ernie up to?"
"Moving some of their stuff into their house."
"Ohhhhhhhhhh yeah. Huh. So what are you guys gonna do with that apartment? Do Shelly and Janey want it?"
I shook my head. "No, they're looking for a house, too. They're just staying in their suite."
For those who didn't know, when hubby and I bought this property about ten years ago (wow, time flies), it had been a bed and breakfast. Well, it was going to BE a bed and breakfast. The owners ran out of money and had to sell. We got a great price on it and fixed it up ourselves. And Janey and Shelly are living in one of the suites--and have been for several years.
Bev smiled and said, "How bout renting it to me?'
Oh, I did like that idea.
"Just move in," I said. "You don't have to pay us."
She smiled and said, "No, I do. I'm paying a fortune at NoName Apartments. And when my lease runs out, they're going to jack it up to $1500 a month. The place is overpriced. It's noisy, crowded and I need some peace and quiet. And shouldn't you consult your husband?"
Yeah, I'm sure HE'D mind. He loves fucking Bev.
"Fine, I'll text him."
A few seconds later, I checked my phone and hubby's text said, "SURE!"
I held it up.
"Cool! How about $700 a month? Want more for utilities?"
"No....that's more than enough," I said.
"When are the Muppets going to be out?" she asked.
I said, "End of the month. Ryan can put a fresh coat of paint for you."
She shook her head. "No, that's okay, but can I paint it?"
Bev is this uber-artistic type. She owns her own graphic design business and has a ton of clients. And if that wasn't enough, she also does some interior design.
I smiled. "Whatever you want, Bevvy."
Just then, the girls reappeared. Bev yelled over to them, "Hey, Heckle and Jeckle!"
The girls walked over and said hi.
"What's up, girl?" CG asked.
Bev and I explained that she was going to move into their apartment. They loved it. So the girls told us to go up and check the place out. They had one more trip for the day and would join us afterwards in the jacuzzi.
The girls split and Bev and I toweled off and put on our sandals. And that was it. Two naked chicks in their forties walking in sandals to check out a garage apartment. Bev had been in it before, of course, but she wanted to size it up for her stuff.
Bev looked through the rooms.
"Perfect. A room for my office and a bedroom. Love the kitchen. My lease is up at the end of October. Maybe start painting and moving in the middle of the month?"
"Works for me. The girls will be have been out for a couple of weeks by then."
"Awesome! THANK YOU!"
She then hugged me hard. And I hugged her hard. And we left before we ended up 69'ing on the kitchen floor.
"Boy, Frick and Frack really kept that place up."
"Yeah, they've been great."
And the girls were out by the end of September and hubby cleaned the carpets--the girls had cleaned the apartment spic and span--and Bev started painting. And then we helped her move in the last week of the month.
I'll give him credit for his restraint. He's only fucked her about two thousand times since she moved in. In fact, as I write this, I believe he's over there fucking her now.
Which begs the question.....why am I here writing this entry when I should be over there?
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For Whom The Shell Tolls.....
First off, Shelly wanted me to mention that she's been trying to update her blog. But Google for some reason won't let her log into her account. And you just get canned responses. Lori dealt with this issue a few years ago and after a few weeks was finally able to log in successfully. But Shelly's still trying to get in.
Way to treat your members, Google.
Janey and Shelly have been together now for, wow....something like six years. They are in a civil union now, as well.
And yeah, they're also trying to find their own house.
Janey graduated from medical school a few years ago and is working as a physician's assistant. Shelly is still a vet tech, and is the supervising vet tech at her practice.
