“How’s it going?” Sandi wanted to know.



Sandi was wearing a colorful sarong and a black bikini top, her brunette with blonde-streaked shoulder-length hair done up in a bun, bejeweled flip flops and a necklace the boys had given her just recently for mother’s day. She looked stunning and I smiled as I took her beauty in.



“A lot better now,” I replied.



She rolled her eyes. “Wrapping things up? Can I start the food lines?”



“Sure. Let Cara know here special dogs are just about burnt beyond recognition.”



Sandi gave me a smile, then sauntered up close to me. She wrapped her arms around my waist and nuzzled in. “Thank you. Thank you working so hard to make this weekend happen,” she whispered into my lips.



My lips grazed hers and I fought the urge to kiss her hard. We still had a lot of party to go. “For you, anything. Besides, you’ve been right by my side the whole way. And if you’re feeling anything like I’m feeling right now, you’re exhausted.”



“Labor of love.”



“Something like that,” I chuckled.



“So, for me anything? Did you mean that?”



“Within reason.”



“We’ll see about that.”



“Yes we will.”



She leaned in close to my ear, making sure I was the only one to hear what she whispered: “Will you take me later? Will you make this naked pussy yours? Will you claim it as your own?”



Not giving me a chance to reply, she pulled away, gave me a smile and sauntered off. Sandi was gone for the rest of day and well into the early evening. I would see her from time to time, in this pod of people, laughing with that group, moving fluidly through the yard like a grand dame moved through a dinner party. She was in her element and she shined like a diamond...