I'm Mel's Dad 26 Last Welcomers

TWENTY SIX

Last Welcomers

I hand out the controllers to each of you.

"It is entirely up to you, now. Do as you will. She will feel it."

You all immediately push the 'ON' and dial up to 'peak'.

The office door opens and you all cut your eggs.

I dial mine back to 'low'.

Your mother is led into the office by the woman that lives in the small house set well back from the street.

The yard is surrounded by a two and a half meter tall fence made of barked ash branches, weathered to a greyness of timeless beauty.

Apparently, she has never talked to anyone in the neighborhood - she rarely even leaves the house.

Every ten days a black box truck pulls up and a strong young man wheels in a load of boxes. And leaves.

She wears a white, mid-thigh sleeveless bodycon.

And wears it well.

She is very tall, even wearing flat-heeled sandals she stands at nearly two meters.

She is imperious.

She moves to sit in the overstuffed chair, regally crossing her legs.

"Undress. Perform for me."

Your mother very deliberately, slowly undoes the bottons on her muslin peasant blouse - before untying it from the knot snug against the bottom of her tits.

She opens the placket and holds it wide, displaying her rope-enhanced torso, our handiwork augmented by the Professor's butchers markings.

"Very nice. That must be hurting quite a bit by now. Is that permanent or merely for the celebration today?"

Your mother says nothing.

As is appropriate.

The woman laughs.

"Can't say, eh? Guess that's part of your instructions. You are doing well."

With a soft, yet insistent voice, she serenely confident, "Step to me. Stand here."

Your mother moves, an automoton, to stand before this woman.

The woman taps your mother's thigh with the toe of her sandal dangling from her crossed leg.

"Shoulders back. Further. Come now, dear, you're not even trying."

Your mother's shoulders could not go back further if her elbows were bound together, but her efforts cause a sweat sheen which the woman from the small house seems to approve.

She reaches out to delicately trace the ropes and cords with a long forefinger. Examining a valuable work of art.

"I like these mats," She slips a finger under the one lying over your mother's left tit.

She pulls it out, which tightens all connected lines.

Your mother sighs, moans.

The woman slaps her tit.

"Sweet." She is delighted to see the extreme reddening of the bulging rows between the deep grooves cut by the cords.

She pinches one of those protrusions and tugs.

Your mother makes a sound I've never heard, I don't know what it means, pleasure? pain? both?

The woman laughs and slaps her face softly.

"OK - finish undressing."

The muslin top slips down her arms to the floor.

She turns her back to the woman from the small house and undoes her skirt.

She wriggles to get it over her hips and ass and as she lowers the skirt, she bends at the waist, stiff-legged.

The woman fondles the twin globes and notices the rope splitting that peach.

She digs it out and tugs it.

Your mother screeches in pain at the effect of those cords on her clit and cunt lips.

The screech of pain mellows into a lustful moan and she wriggles her ass in encouragement.

The woman laughs and pulls your mother closer by the crotch ropes.

"Stand up straight."

Your mother obeys.

"Turn around."

Your mother obeys.

"The butcher's marks are also a curious enhancement. Are we to carve you up for the feast?" she laughs.

The woman uncrosses her legs, grabs the waist rope under the navel and jerks your mother to stand closer to her.

The woman grabs the ropework between your mother's tits and uses that as a pole to pull herself up to stand, bodies pressed together.

"Undress me."

Your mother peels the tight, white dress over her tits, which, unsupported, stand high and firm.

The woman cups her own tits and diddles with her nipples.

Your mother peels the tight, white dress over her hips, exposing her ass, high and tight.

The woman turns her back and lays a hand on each of her own ass cheeks.

"Kiss me. Kiss my ass."

Your mother leans down, takes a step back and tenderly kisses the beautifully full ass.

On her own, your mother works her face between her cheeks and obviously is tending to the woman's asshole. And leans in deeper and kneels to work her cunt.

The woman spreads her legs and leans forward, giving your mother easier access.

Your mother eagerly answers the implicit request.

Or was that her demand?

The woman steps forward.

Your mother shuffles to keep her face embedded.

She steps again, she shuffles.

The woman gets to the overstuffed armchair, turns and sits.

Tapping her lap, she says, "Assume the position."

Your mother drapes herself over the lithe thighs, legs hanging loose, hands on floor.

The spanking is as rapid and hard as any hand spanking I have witnessed.

Harder than any I have administered.

Your mother howls out her grateful pain.

A song I enjoy.

You clutch at my cock and dig into your own cunt with three fingers.

Charles has flipped Saisha to kneel between his knees and she lunges repeatedly onto his cock, turning her ass to the scene on the big screen.

Your mother's ass goes quickly from scarlet to a dark violet.

Her howls have changed to pure screams of delight.

"MORE. PLEASE! HARDER, HARDER, PLEASE!"

She breaks the code I've laid down.

This pleases me.

I take note of this for her future punishment schedule.

The women (from a sense of cruelty?) stops her brutal spanking and lifts your mother to her feet by the ropes laced across her back.

"Go the desk, press your thighs against the top and put your palms in the center of the top."

Your mother, of course, complies eagerly.

The woman strides imperiously across the room, walks around the desk, searching.

She unplugs the computer power cord from the wall and the tower.

She stands beside your mother and folds the cord in two.

She lashes her back, ass and thighs viciously with the cord, laying down red stripes, raising welts and, in the crossings, occasionally tearing small openings in her skin.

Her high keening moans become continuous and very much louder.

The woman releases the loop of the cord, shortens her grip and uses the tower plug to pummel your mother's flaming ass, raising a dozen or so square bruises.

She tosses the cord away.

She moves around the desk to search the drawers, finds a box of thumb tacks and dumps them onto the desk top.

"Turn them all points up."

Your mother, realizing the end, trembles, whimpers and complies.

The woman dumps the pens and pencils out of the porcelain keg holder.

"Lay your tits down onto the desk. Note where they touch the desktop.

"Group the tacks into those two spots."

Your mother obeys.

"Lean forward and snuggle down onto your new tiny little sharp friends."

Your mother obeys.

"Spread your legs wide."

Your mother obeys, which lowers her center of gravity and shifts her weight forward onto her tack pierced tits, driving the tacks deeper into her soft and tender fleshy mounds..

"Pull your ass cheeks apart - show me your starfish."

Your mother obeys.

The woman moves rapidly and jams three fingers mercilessly past the cords and into the still come-filled asshole.

She drives in deep and withdraws several times.

She jerks the cords aside and lays the glazed keg against your mother's weeping asshole.

She rotates and pushes and angles the pen holder until it suddenly is forced a couple inches deep.

The woman begins to rapidly force the fat holder into the loosening ass.

Your mother attempts to accommodate this assault, twisting and lifting and thrusting back.

The woman lays a hand on your mother's shoulder blades and shoves down hard.

We know that forces the tacks to pierce completely to the head into her tightly bound tits.

Your hands both speed up and you and I both get closer to coming.

The woman stops the keg attack and lets loose a storm of hand-delivered spankings on the tortured ass.

Your mother is howling her violent pleasure.

"YESSSS! YESS! Pound me. Pound me. Thank you."

She again breaks the code I've laid down.

I like this.

I add another level to plans for her future punishment schedule.

The woman stops, flips one of the wood chairs over, and leads your mother to it.

"Turn around."

Your mother obeys.

Both tits are decorated with tack heads in the bulgings between the ropes digging deep to groove her tits.

"Back up."

Your mother obeys.

"Get that leg into your cunt."

Your mother does not understand.

The woman smashes her palm into your mother's face.

She grabs the crotch cords, pulls them aside and forces your mother's pussy to line up with one of the upturned legs.

"Get it up you, cunt."

Your mother struggles to force the square shaft into her open and dripping slit.

The woman begins to slap her face repeatedly.

"GET IT IN!!"

Your mother tries.

"GET IT IN!! GET IT IN!!"

Suddenly, something gives and your mother slides back several inches.

The woman grabs her head and forces your mother to suck her tits.

Impatient, she forces her head down and jams her face into her crotch, demanding she suck her cunt.

Your mother collapses, exhausted by ecstasy.

She hangs limply by the leg of the overturned chair jammed cruelly into her cunt.

The woman resumes her rapid and vicious spanking of the unconscious body.

Compelled to intervene, I rush in.

The woman turns, her firm and naked tits flipping with her torso, then bouncing quickly to rest.

I move to her quickly, hug her sweating, panting body and crush her to me.

She kisses me, and I kiss her back hungrily, my stiff cock trapped between our abs.

I break our embrace.

I pick up her dress and hand it to the woman from the small house, "It's time for you to dress."

The tall woman wriggles into the dress, a most enticing sight.

"It's time for you to go."

She nods and, still adjusting the bodycon, she exits the office.

I pull your mother, returned to consciousness, off chair leg she's now humping

I readjust the ropes grooving deeply into her tits.

I tighten the cunt cords. As tight as I can.

"Dress quickly and get back out."

She nods and moves to gather her clothes.

"I heard you talking."

She looks at me startled.

Scared.

I like that and put on my most angry mask.

"I will not forget. Don't you."

She nods.

And begins to dress.

I still have the controller of one of the eggs stuffed into her cunt.

I turn it on and walk out the door.

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By the time I get back to the living room, you three are in the middle of the floor.

You are on top of Charles, scrubbing your tits over his chest and driving onto his cock deep and hard.

Saisha is leaning back against her arms, planted behind her. Her head is thrown back, her open throat the highest part of her body.

Her hips are tightly wedged between your faces.

You are deep into her cunt with your mouth; She is grinding her ass on his face.

Your mutual pleasure can be smelt from the door.

Before I can cross the room, a pair of giggling, excited girls burst into the office.

I watch as your mother follows them in.

The are the Hofster twins, back from college. They are short, just over five foot.

Jodi and Juli.

They are very pale, that porcelain skin white as milk. Their straight thin hair is also white, cut identically, bangs touching the eyebrows, hanging down from their temples to their colorbones and straight cut to rest just on their shoulders.

They have arresting ice blue eyes, that seem lit from within.

They are gymnasts and their smooth, toned, full bodies show that.

Their firm tits, each a large handful, stretch the circular logo of their college into an oval on their tee-shirts.

Most exciting - especially with the finger-tip nipples poking decoratively.

They wear red runners' shorts, with white piping.

Both are barefoot.

I remember them.

They were a couple years ahead of you in school.

Cheerleaders - of course. And memorable for their acrobatic extremes on the sidelines.

Made everybody drool.

The erotic temperature went up wherever they appeared.

They were always working out and practicing.

Never seen at parties or with boys.

They had kept to themselves.

They are whispering to each other, I strain to hear, but they are very soft.

And the three of you are very noisy as you pursue your carnal pleasures.

I love those sounds.

They move to your mother and stand, one pressed against each of her arms.

She is held between them - their heads barely cresting her shoulders.

They whisper to her, high spirits.

She nods nervously.

She glances up at the camera.

She turns to Juli and speaks softly to her.

I take note.

Juli takes a step back and Jodi reaches around your mother and begins to undo the buttons on her top.

Your mother had not bothered to retie the top under her breasts, nor had she buttoned the lower buttons. So there are only three buttons - the three between her tits.

Jodi opens her shirt and holds it wide.

Juli quietly appraises your mother's body.

"Gosh."

She reaches out, manual inspection.

She presses her tits flat, releases them. She pinches your mother's nipples and pulls them out between the tight ropes.

She releases them. They are held out - stretched- trapped between the cords grooving into her mounds.

"Wow."

Jodi, from the back, only notices the ropes wrapped across her back and does not realize the implications.

She moves her hands down and, pressing her abs against your mother's ass, she releases the skirt. She pulls it down.

Your mother steps out of the cloth circle.

Juli has been marveling at our rope work that Jodi only now realizes decorates your mother.

"Wow. Look at this. Rope underwear."

Jodi reaches around and explores the channels and bulges, particularly fascinated by the nipples, elongated and swelling with the stricture.

"These are amazing."

"Yes."

They giggle at the butcher lines, framing the various cuts of meat.

They bite sections, calling out each cut as they do.

"Neck."

"Shoulder."

"Jowl."

"Backfat."

They laugh.

"Too raw."

"Under cooked."

"For now," they laugh.

Juli spreads her feet wide, which lowers her mouth to the level of your mother's nipples.

She toys with them with her tongue, flicking, poking, mashing.

And sucking, elongating those nipples, increasingly engorged with blood.

Your mother's moanings ripple through the office.

Jodi notices Juli's widespread legs and, hands on your mother's shoulders, spreads her own feet to the sides - wide - slowly reaching the floor in a splits.

When her cunt reaches the floor, her mouth is at your mother's ass and she immediately sets to work.

She licks along the ropes guarding your mother's sphincter, unable to enter.

Your mother shifts her hips back encouragingly.

Juli notices that Jodi is outspread, cunt to floor.

"Great idea. Love it."

She slides herself apart into a mirror of her twin, and sets to work on your mother's cunt.

She is also denied entry, but she treats the clit like she did the nipples.

Sucking and tugging it out to be stretched and trapped between the tight cords.

Your mother screams.

That's her song of delight in the pain.

From the volume, it must be intense.

I like that.

Jodi wraps her arms around to hug Juli. Tightly.

Your mother's legs are forced to spread and the Twins' tits crush in contact between her knees.

Juli responds by reflecting the hug.

She also scoots her crotch forward, bumping her sister's pubic bone with her own.

Continuing their assault on your mother's cunt and asshole, they grind themselves between her feet.

You mother attempts to push her nipples back between the cords.

She flinches and jerks with the effort and the pain she treats herself to.

She stiffens and begins to shiver.

To shudder.

To shake.

To collapse as her knees give way with her raging climax.

The Twins catch her as she falls and lay her aside, a quivering puddle, at the base of the wall.

Still grinding in their splits, they kiss.

Mouths fresh from their laving, they share the flavors of your mother's cunt and ass.

They hug tightly, rubbing their tits against each other.

Juli grabs the hem of Jodi's T and lifts it slowly.

Jodi reaches down to help.

Together, they lift the shirt to her rest in her armpits, exposing her tits with their pale, puffy areolas, tipped with dark button nipples.

They quickly repeat with Jodi's T and, still bumping crotches, writhe and wriggle to mash and slide their tits together.

Intriquing to watch.

And exciting.

Each pale body an identical mirror of the other.

They hug and kiss.

Your mother watches their erotic action, lying weak and exhausted, cunt dribbling her juices.

Then, a miracle move, in perfect unison, they both rise from the splits without bending knees by sliding their feet together, lifting to a stand.

These girls have POWERFUL adductors.

I like that.

Stiffen at the thought of being vised by those powerful thighs.

They quickly drop their running shorts and return to their writhing hug.

This reveals clean-shaven cunt mounds, the tight slits glistening.

Draped over the tops of their ass cheeks are matching tattoos: each sporting a garland of holly, dipping in the center to hold a bouquet of mistletoe flowers and berries which hang down between their tight mounds to nearly touch their assholes, a small black dog footprint nestled in the hollow on each cheek forms a dangling tassle at the ends of the garland.

Standing, crotches pressed together, they lean back so that their puffy nipples just touch.

They giggle as they swipe back and forth, teasing their tips.

The Twins straighten up enough that they are slapping their tits together.

It is a delight to watch these sisters relate in what is an obviously well-practiced routine.

They enjoy it.

I enjoy it.

Jodi breaks away and moves to stand beside your mother and leans to set both hands on the wall.

This thrusts her ass out and Juli quickly kneels and takes advantage, pressing her face between Jodi's cheeks and working her mouth deep to lick and suck her pussy.

Your mother snakes a hand up Jodi's left calf and strokes the well-muscled leg as high as she can reach.

She guides Jodi's foot to bridge her tits. Jodi presses down, mashing those firm and full tits.

Your mother reaches up to stroke the shaven pussy.

Her fingertips are quickly moist.

Juli reaches round Jodi's hips and slips her fingers between her thighs.

Standing briefly with one foot on your mother's tits, Jodi slips her other foot between your mother's thighs and presses it against her pussy.

Your mother flinches her cunt up against the Twin's instep repeatedly.

Juli slides her hand down Jodi's left leg and lifts her foot off your mother's tits.

She keeps lifting, folding Jodi's leg against her torso, then straightening her knee.

Juli continues sliding along Jodi's calf until she has lifted her sister's left foot high against the wall beside her hand, raising Jodi into a vertical splits, opening her pussy, allowing your mother freer access to the increasingly glistening cunt.

Once Jodi is stable in the extended position, Juli lifts her own leg and holds her raised ankle high with an upstretched hand.

She scootches across the carpet by swiveling heel-toe, which imparts a most intriguing shimmy to her entire body, a vertical snake dance.

She maneuvers herself to match her sister and press her pussy against her twin's.

They scissor, with your mother's hands trapped between their cunts.

(Is it scissoring if all blades are open?

Is it cunnyoni?

Whatever it is called, it is intriguing to see these gymnast sisters at play.)

I slowly pump my rigidity, leaking from the tip.

I glance over and see Charles lying on his back dazed, cock and face glazed and shiny, eyes rolled back and half-lidded.

You and Saisha lie on your sides, each head resting on the other's inner thigh, exhausted and sweatsheened.

I like to see that.

I notice that the three egg controllers are lying abandoned on the table.

I reach over and turn them all on at once.

Your mother shudders and collapses limply on the floor at the Twins' feet.

As I feel pressure building I increase my speed and concentrate on my own impending climax.

I come, not shooting, but overflowing my slit and coating my cock with my own lubricant.

My eyes close, my back arches and I scream silently with release.

The world greys a bit and I lay back on the tabletop, looking vaguely at the ceiling.

When I raise my head and look back at the screen, the scene has changed dramatically.

I must have been out of it for a short bit.

Jodi is arched into a back bend bridge, hands and feet on the floor, abs and hips high. Her small tits are stretched flat against her ribs, her puffy nipples, now colored a darkened rose, stand out.

Juli is kneeling beside her sister, her right hand stroking her back, her left patting and stroking her upraised pussy.

Jodi pumps her hips an inch or two, responding to her sister's ministrations.

The kneeling twin moves her right hand to her sister's packed ass and circles her palm over those tight mounds.

She begins stroking along the slit, tracing it with her finger tips.

Jodi increases the speed of pumping her hips, then freezes as Juli slips two fingers into her.

Juli holds her fingers still and Jodi lifts and rotates her hips, swirling her cunt around her Twin's digits.

Juli works three fingers of her right hand into her sister's ass. Jodi swivels on the double penetration.

Her back bridged up arching and writhing.

Panting, moaning

Juli withdraws her fingers from her sister's cunt.

"No - don't - please..."

Juli swivels over her sister's leg to rub her tits against her thigh.

She takes to her knees and leans down to lap and gnaw at her twin's raised pussy.

Jodi stills herself and quietly enjoys the workings of Juli's lips, tongue and teeth.

"Ahhhh... Jeez, Jules... Annnggh."

"Mmmmm - ya taste..."

Jodi lifts her right leg, to stretch the foot towards the ceiling.

Juli responds by shoving her fingers up into her sister's ass and redoubles her efforts to send her sister well over the edge.

Jodi lifts her other leg and, standing on her hands, turns herself to face her sister.

Juli kisses and licks her abs, her tongue swirling in her twin's navel.

Jodi lowers herself down slowly into an elbow stand, while Juli keeps mouthing her sister's pussy.

She spreads her legs wide, horizontal, opening herself to the activities of her sister who eagerly chews her way into the dripping slit.

I notice your mother massaging one nipple, tightly vised between the ropes I'd bound her with hours ago.

Her other hand rests, without moving, on her cunt mound.

I start rotating which egg is turned on, toying with her.

She looks up to the camera with a weary smile.

Damn it - she's enjoying this.

I turn off all the eggs as punishment, wishing I could turn off the vibrator in her ass.

I turn my attention back to the twins and am astonished - and stiffened.

Juli is now on the other side of Juli - which is not that incredible - she is on her knees, leaning forward, her torso horizontal, again working on Jodi's pussy.

Jodi is face down, her chin pressed into the carpet between her sister's knees.

It takes a moment to suss out what's going on.

When I do, I get stiffer and squeeze myself in amazement.

Jodi has lowered herself onto her small tits, flattening them against the carpet.

Her back is arched back so far that her feet dangle over her own head. That's an impossible position - is it called 'the fish'?

These girl's are fantastic gymnasts.

And they are using their skills to good erotic effect.

I like it.

Juli's ass is pressed against her sister's shoulders, her legs split by Jodi's head.

Jodi kneels down, straddling Juli's head. She rubs her cunt against the back of Juli's head, pressing her sister's face into the carpet.

She wraps her arms around Juli's hips and dives in to tongue and chew her upturned pussy.

Suddenly, Juli's legs shoot up, toes pointed to the ceiling, her scream of ecstasy muffled in the carpet. She shudders and, her strength draining, collapses face down onto the floor.

Her twin lies down on top of her and plows her face between the prone gymnasts tightly packed ass cheeks, snuggling in deep and using her talented mouth to good effect on her asshole.

Your mother, wedged tightly to the wall is working her fingers deep and fast in her cunt.

I turn on one egg. She stiffens. I turn it off.

She resumes her self-fucking.

I turn on another egg. Again, she stiffens. Again, I turn it off.

I cycle randomly through the eggs stuffed into her, singly and in groups.

I notice her quickly reaching a crisis and I turn off all the eggs.

She relaxes, disappointed and returns to watching the Twins.

And fucking herself with her fingers.

I turn on all the eggs at once and let them play.

The sisters have rolled to the couch.

Juli leans back against the couch and slowly spreads her legs, acheiving a full 180 split.

Jodi snuggles her back against her sister and matches that spread, her arms loose, her hands resting on her thighs.

Juli reaches around and rotates her palms over her twin's puffy nipples. Then captures them both in her fists and pulls her sister to lie, her face again pressed into the carpet.

She pulls her back up and hugs her tight, one hand moving to her neck, the other to her cunt.

Jodi's mouth opens slackly as Juli tightens her grip on her throat.

Juli works four fingers of the other hand into her sister's pussy.

Juli abandons her twin and scoots herself up onto back of the couch, leaning against the wall and making a split along the top

Jodi turns to see what's happened and popping up onto the seat of the couch, she lays back, resting the back of her head in her sister's wide open crotch.

She spreads her legs wide, opening her own crotch, which her twin quickly takes advantage of.

She leans down and using both hands fingers Jodi's cunt, pushing, twisting, spanking and entering her sister's flowing furrow.

Jodi reaches back, behind her head and returns the sisterly favors.

These two have obviously spent many delightful hours together.

I wonder when they first started.

I certainly enjoy the place they've come to.

Jodi turns around and sits on the seat before her sister. She spreads her legs to rest on the arms of the couch where they corner into the back.

She reaches up to her twin's tits and batters them gently.

She moves in to eat at her sister's glistening gash.

Her head shakes and wobbles vigourously as she works.

Juli cries out, a low gutteral moan, and wraps her legs around her sister's head.

They both collapse, laughing, and tumble off the couch to wriggle together on the floor.

You mother crawls over to them and rubs and pats their muscular bodies.

The twins sit up, hug your mother, stand and collect their clothes.

She watches, a sadness flowing over her like heavy rain.

Now dressed, the sisters walk out the door, arms around each other's waist, their hair pasted to their heads with sweat.

You mother sits, leaning against the couch.

I turn off all the eggs.

I look at you, lying on your back, your hair spread beneath you like a sheet.

Your legs are wrapped around Saisha's waist.

She is lying on top of you, both rapt in a deep kiss.

Charles kneels beside you one hand stroking the back of her neck, the other between your legs - three fingers in your cunt, his thumb in Saisha's.

I move over to stand beside you, looking down, watching.

My cock stiffens.

He looks up and leans towards me, taking me in his mouth.

Neither of us has experience with men, but his clumsy mouthing is still quite effective.

I rest both hands on the top of his head and just stand there, enjoying the sensations.

I quietly come.

He gently swallows.

I withdraw.

He returns his attention to the two of you.

I look to the screen.

Your mother is slumped against the couch, possibly asleep.

I move to join the three of you.

I lie on top of Saisha, slowly lowering my whole weight onto the two of you.

She spreads her legs wider to allow my cock, wet from her husband's mouth, to hang between her thighs and rest against her engorged cuntlips.

I lower my lips to yours and lick your quiescent lips into a smile.

I wedge my hands between the two of you and clutch her tits.

I roll her off you, depositing us both face-up and cross-wise across Charles' lap, me underneath.

I roll again, forcing him to lay supine on the floor, his wife sandwiched between us under me.

I release her and reverse my roll to lie on top of you.

We smile at each other, eyes locked.

I snuggle down and your smile broadens.

The four of us are exhausted and just lie quiet, in two small piles.

"Wonder what's happening in the yard?"

Saifa answers me, "There's a yard?"

We laugh.

We all struggle to get up, gather up our clothes and get dressed.

I am first and step out through the door into the remnant tatters of the neighborhood Welcome BBQ.

It is surprising how long a backyard party can last after the hosts disappear into the living room.