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[Satoire]

“Hell, Covems”  I say to him, while propping a foot up on his knee.  “I wasn't even in line for a kiss, but I'm getting in it now.”  I smile at him, a big, “cat who ate the canary” smile.

His gaze goes from my eyes and wanders lower.  I realize that my coat is open and my body is exposed to him.  I pull my coat closed and do up a couple of buttons.

Covems starts to say something but I press my hand across his mouth.  “Shhhhhh.”  I say quietly… “no talking from you.  Remember what happened to you in the Ice House?”

He nods his head.  “You don't want that to happen to you again, do you?”  He shakes his head “no”.  “Good.”  I continue.  “Now you just keep quiet and get your lips ready, because we all want a kiss.”  I pull my hand away.

“Oh.”  Pafe says.  “And just to make it interesting, I have this.”  She reaches into the pocket of her coat and pulls out a tube of bright red lipstick.  “Got this from Mollie.  You remember it, don't you Covems?”

“Oh crap.”  He mutters again and his eyes roll up.

“Moonie.”  Pafe says.  “Would you like to do the honors?”  And holds out the tube of lipstick…

[Satoire]

“Yay!”  I shout, clapping my hands together when Pafe says she'll run the race naked. 

“Better give me your coat now.”  I say to her.

“Oh no.”  Pafe replies and goes over by the bar, while unbuttoning her coat.  She opens it wide and flashes me.  For as old as we are, Pafe is still in great shape.  She is small in stature at only 5 feet tall, but she's busty as hell, and her hips have that flair to them that most women would die for.  It will be fun to watch her run side footed with those big tits flopping.

She calls out to Covems, who's been up to his usual tricks.  He's holding a cute shewolf in his arms when he assures Pafe that his promise of the donation is true (I mean really true… real life true).

It's hot in the bar, and this naugafur coat I'm wearing is becoming too warm.  I can feel myself beginning to perspire.  I can see Pafie's starting to sweat, too as she begins to stretch.  I undo a few buttons on my coat.  Pafe asks me to hold her shoes while she runs the race.  “You taking off your coat too?”  Someone asks as they walk by.

“I just may.”  I reply, not looking at the person.

Brandybee has put names up on a chalk board for the order of the races.  I'm going to have to decline.  Part of the contest is to guzzle a beer, and I just can't do that.  I'm a grateful, recovering alcholic/drug addict, and I can't afford to even write about doing it.  And to run the race without all the obsticals would be unfair.

This is so much fun.  I smile and get that warm feeling from being amongst friends.  People I care about.

There are some new people I haven't met yet, there's a fellow with sparkling blue eyes and a smile that means trouble.  The shaply shewolf in Covems' arms.  Another fellow and his girl slipping out the door.  I don't know them all,  but I wave and smile at each one. 

[Satoire]

Pafe and I sit at one of the tables near the stage, and take in all the action.  Her coat is open just enough to show a good amount of cleavage.

We look around and take in all the familiar faces.  Some we know, some we don't, some we have been intimate with, some we haven't.  Everyone's costume is magnificent in their own way, and they sort of reflect the personality of each individual.

All the chattering in the bar, the music, the atmosphere.  It's a nice feeling to be in a place where everyone is comfortable being themselves.  “Satoire.”  Pafe says to me, “it's so nice to be back amongst our friends.”

“Yes it is Pafe.”  I say to her as we clink our glasses together.  “I've gone ahead and restarted my subscription.  Covems told me that I actually disappeared from his friends list.  That's how long I was gone.”

There's the baby being taken out by his grand mother.  I'm so happy for them with their young family.. there are so many new things they will experience, and I hope they remember to take a moment and remember to breathe.

We get a hug and a kiss from Lover and he inquires about us being warm.  We open our coats and flash him.  “We can cool off in a hurry.”  Pafe says to him.  “Or heat it up as the case may be.”

We see Sexilicious in her cute Raccoon costume.  “Pafe,”  I ask.  “Have we ever tossed Sexi?”

“No.”  Pafe answers.  “Pity, but no, we haven't.”

We watch as Tango dances with his HB pet.  Cute, and so nice to see them finding each other.

JCM.. Freddie all faces we've seen but as of yet haven't met.

Stone and Jayc, two more that we know.  Jayc makes an announcement that there's a round of drinks on his team from the Paper Chase Game.  Three cheers are given.

“I think we should just keep putting ours on Covems' tab.”  Pafe giggles to me.

“Good idea, Pafie.”  I say.  “Won't he be surprised.”

MrSexLover and Sexilicious sneak off somewhere.  We notice as they disappear, then reappear in a puff of smoke on the stage.  “Nice touch.”  I say to Pafe.  “There's nothing like a good entrance.”  We watch the collaring ceremony.  Not exactly my cup of tea, but to each their own, and I'm happy for them both.

“Fly me to the Moon” starts to be played by the band.  One of my favorite Sinatra songs.  I have the urge to get up and dance, but Pafe puts a hand on my forearm, holding me down.  “Let the lovers have the floor Satoire.”  She says.  I sit back into my chair.

We see one of the proprietors, Brandybee flittering about the bar, chatting with everyone.  She does well with this establishment… she never misses a person, or fails to chat.  Friendly and courteous, a delightful personality.  I wonder if she would enjoy a tossing.

A few more new faces enter and have a seat at the bar.  An Old Goat, around our age,  and one, a stunning young lady in a she-wolf costume.  She's small, petite like we are.  “Pafe,” I say, “I bet she would be fun to toss.”

Pafe giggles and says, “Satoire, we really need to catch up here.”

“Agreed.”  I say as there's a tapping on the microphone and a familiar voice starts telling jokes.

“Where does Covems get ALL these jokes.”  I ask Pafe.

“I don't know Sat, but he is a gem.”  She says.  We laugh out loud at the Monkey Farts song.  “Leave it to Covems to find a song about farts.”

We watch as others enter the bar.  One woman, beautifully dressed in the lastest fashion.  Stunning.  “I know we haven't tossed her.”  I say to Pafe.

We hear the bell behind the bar ring.  “Free Drinks!!”  We both shout.  Then Brandybee makes an announcement about posting milestones.  “That's fabulous,” I whisper to Pafe, “but I bet she doesn't know that ringing the bell in the States means the person is buying a round of drinks for the entire bar.”

“Maybe she does.”  Pafe says.  “Maybe she's putting them all on Covems' tab, too.”  We both giggle.

Lover gets on stage and announces that Jayc has won the egg hunt and will receive the handsome sum of 1500 A dollars.  Well done!  Then Lover issues a challenge for his game of “Fast Run” and explains the rules.  It's simple enough… just a timed race with drinking a beer.  I can't drink the beer, so I will not take part.  Then a thought runs through my mind.  “Pafie can do it… hmmmmm… and to make it interesting….”

I reach into my Naugafur coat pocket and pull out some bills.  Taking a 50 I slap it on the table in front of Pafe.  It's loud, and all eyes turn to us.  I stand and announce in my loud, stage voice….

“Pafie… I got fifty dollars if you will run the Fast Race.”  I take another 50 and slap that down on the table, too.  “I have another fifty for you if you'll run it BARE ASSED!”

Pafe looks at me with that blank look she sometimes gets.  “What's the matter?”  I ask loudly… “Not enough for ya?  Here's another fifty.”  And I slap another 50 dollar bill down.  “One hundred and fifty dollars, Pafie… and all you gotta do is run the race without that coat.”

[Satoire]

I have a quandry here… I should probably withdraw from the secret valentine. 

I don't know if I'll be able to fulfill my valentine or not, as I have accepted a role and we begin 4 weeks of rehearsals in the next week.  After that there might be filming… which would take probably another 2 weeks.  So I don't know when I'll be able to find the time for the Valentines.

Of course, I could ask Pafe to take care of my obligations if I can't. 

I will appeal to the forum for an answer to this.  Thank you.

[Satoire]

okay…  I'll join this list, too

Rukya…. HB… I haven't forgotten about Santa with you.  I'm in between jobs right now, so just let me know what date and time is good for you and I should be able to accommodate you. 

[Satoire]

Getting onto my knees I pull the rest of the torn bra from me and toss it at Pafe.  She catches it, I rush her again and push her onto her back, feeling a bit self conscious with my boobs out in full view.  I wrap an arm around Pafe’s shoulders, pressing her down, while my other hand picks up one of her legs and I pull it up.  This causes Pafe’s shoulders onto the floor of the putting pit.

Covems get on his knees, feeling for Pafe’s shoulders.  His hand finds my breast.  “Hey.”  I say.  “Wrong woman.”

He finds Pafe’s shoulder and starts to count.  “One!”  “Two!”  “Three!” 

Covems slaps the pudding, sending some flying around the pit, and tell us to break, separating us with his hands.  I get off of Pafe and stand, getting into a crouch to start again.

[Satoire]

“DING!”  The bell rings for round two.  This time I go straight for Pafe and grab her around her legs.  She’s near the edge of the pit, so I drop to my knees and pull her forward… she falls onto my back… I rise up slightly, tossing Pafe over and onto her back, splattering spectators with some pudding.  I pounce on top of her, with my feet near Pafe’s head.

I spin around on top of Pafe in a quick move and straddle her and try to slide my knees up to her shoulders, but her big boobs are in the way, causing me to stop my slide.  Instead, I lie prone on her and grabbing Pafe’s hands, raise them up over her head.  I take a big lick of the pudding on her face.

Pafe’s legs come around my body and she starts to tug me down.  I let go of one of her hands and push her leg from me.

[Satoire]

I know this is off topic… and I don't care. 

When we had to evacuate from our home because of the hurricane, we get into the car… the wind is howling… it's raining cats and dogs… the surf is pounding.  Stuff is being blown all over… What does Pafe say when she gets into the car???

“Oh no… my shoes.”

Back on topic:  A nice thing about this forum Patricia… there are a lot of people willing to help.

[Satoire]

Winding up with just bra, I toss it to Doc in my corner, and while doing that Pafe rushes me, knocking me back into the pudding.  Pafe climbs on top of me again… straddling me and slides her knees to my shoulders, while holding my hands up over my head.

I’m trying to get my legs up around her to pull her off but her body is too slick to get a good foot hold.  Pafe manages to get hold of one of my legs and pulls it up.  I can feel my shoulders touching the floor.

Covems drops to his hands and knees feeling my shoulders touching the floor… he starts a count “One!”  Pafe’s pulling of my leg causes her to slide up further, her crotch is at my chin… “Two!”…

I bite Pafe’s pussy through her thong.  This causes her to let out a high pitched shriek and she jumps back which allows me leverage and I manage to push her off before the count of 3.

“DING DING!”  The bell rings, signaling the end of the round.

I go to my corner and sit on the stool.  Doc wipes my face with a wet sponge.  I adjust my bra, recovering my breasts with it and straighten my thong.

“Don’t let that demur look fool you Doc.” I say.  “Pafe can be one tough cookie.”

[Satoire]

When Pafe slips I rush her, but miss my target.  She gets the advantage and I fall into the pudding on my back.  Pudding flies out of the pit from the impact and splatters a couple of the spectators who were standing close to the pit.

Pafe slides up me and straddles my body, while holding one of my hands up at arms length over my head.  Using my legs, I try to get them up around Pafe to pull her off, but she has slid too far up.  So I use my free hand and grab a handful of the pudding and slap it on the side Pafe’s face.  “SPLAT!”

This knocks her off balance and she falls sideways into the pudding.  I scramble to get a hold of her but all I get is Pafe’s bra.  I keep a good grip on it as Pafe struggles to get to her knees… I use it to push and pull her… to keep her off balance.

[Satoire]

I also climb into the pit and step into the pudding.  Scooping up a finger full, I taste it. Mmmmm… surprisingly good.  I’m wearing a white silk robe Doc brought to me.  It’s very short… the hem coming just below my butt… underneath the robe I’m wearing a white shelf bra and matching thong panties.  The bra barely covers my nipples.

Doc puts the stool into the corner opposite Pafe, and I begin to do some stretching, utilizing the stool to limber up.

Pafe and I both watch as Covems climbs into the pit and walks carefully to the center of it.  He has taken off his trousers, socks and shoes.  Covems begins his announcement…

[Satoire]

“Hell Pafie… I’d wrestle you in the parking lot… bare assed.”  I tell her.  I can see her trying not to smile, because she knows I would do it.

“I’m game for this.”  I tell Covems.

“Let’s do it.”  Pafe and I say at the same time and a cheer goes up from the gathered crowd.

[Satoire]

I feel someone’s arms go around my middle and they pull me into a hard body.  Turning my head and looking up I can see its Lover who has a hold of me.

“Hey sailor… new in town?”  I say while struggling to get free.  Then he lifts me from the floor, my feet dangling… one of my shoes drop off.

“You want us to wrestle to see who gets to go first?”  I say to Covems.  “In a pudding pit?”  Lover relaxes his hold on me and my feet are back on the floor.

“What’s the matter Satoire… chicken?”  Pafe pipes in.  That’s a button she knows can be pushed.

“I didn’t bring any wrestling clothes.”  I say to Pafe, while sliding my foot into my shoe.  “And neither did you.”

[Satoire]

I give Pafe a shove on her shoulder.  “Okay… but I’m going to kiss him first.”

“No you’re not.”  Pafe says to me and gives me a push on my shoulder, causing me to take a step back.

“Grrrrrrrr”… I give Pafe a harder push on both her shoulders, which makes her have to take a couple of steps backward.  I move to get to Tight to kiss him.  I can feel someone grab me by my arms and pull.  It’s Pafe…

[Satoire]

HB… I am so looking forward to this.  I love a good dance.

Rukya… Let me know when is a good time for you.  I'm looking forward to this, too. 

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