Larney posted: " Untitled has met my oldest sister, the one who lives almost an hour away but he had not met mean sis. The one I literally live with. The last time there was an opportunity to meet her she said she was looking crusty and no way meeting him. I made an excu" Oh Larney!
Untitled has met my oldest sister, the one who lives almost an hour away but he had not met mean sis. The one I literally live with. The last time there was an opportunity to meet her she said she was looking crusty and no way meeting him. I made an excuse and off we went. This past Saturday, we had plans to drive down to his friend's farm an hour away, with about 20 other people for a memorial of this said friend. He passed in 2016 and was buried on the family farm and every year around his birthday, the friends do this. So because Untitled was picking me up, it was another opportunity to meet mean sis, trust me, I had procrastinated this too long. It was looking like I was hiding him but the truth is, I was hiding mean sis. Anway, I told mean sis that I was planning on introducing Untitled to her in the next 10 minutes when he picked me up. She refused, said she wasn't looking ok for public view, the thing is, that's how she always looks at home, and that's how he'll always find her and I don't expect her to put on a wig and lipstick just for him and I've met his mom and brother also dressed down and you know what? I don't care! I'm doing this for him and not her, I didn't tell her this last past though. Besides, we won't go out with her just to chill because I don't do that even with just her...
She still said no! So I text Untitled to come up to meet her and told her that's that. He indeed does come and she puts on a smile (shock!) and knowing him, he attempts to go in for a hug ( awkward!) but she doesn't stand but extends her hand for a shake, long story, the meet happened. Done and dusted!
Off we go to the farm, it had rained and the land was wet! muddy!! As we trek to the graveside, I hop into someones truck because my boots were not meant for walking! And then what happens? The truck gets stuck in the mud, that's how bad it was! The guys pushed and pushed and someone with a Jeep came and saved the truck! Apparently the truck had road tyres and not off road ones... We got there, paid our respects and I got triggered. Clearly still not ready to go to my mom's graveside, 3 years later! I can't believe it's been 3 YEARS! anyway, we were headed back to go eat and drink and chill.... The truck got stuck, again!!! The Jeep person was over it and so didn't come back to help this time. They pulled out the big farm guns out and sent the tractor! The tractor got stuck! It was at this point that we HAD TO WALK BACK. So we jumped in the mud and walked about 500m back to the house. What a horrible walk, luckily I had changed to my leather boots for this, got back to steady dry land and changed to my suede thigh high boots, it was FREEZING cold. My 'friend' underestimated the wetness of the ground and her suede boots are dead now.
Untitled being the sweetheart he is, he went back to help, they gave up on the tractor and pushed the truck. Imagine when you can't even have traction and sliding on mud as you push but you don't quit... They pushed and pushed and 2 hours later when it was dark, they got back.
I dished up for him and when he finished eating we had to go! It was cold, he was dirty and wet! We left...
Off to book at a hotel! He tried a 'new place' and the regret kicked in the second we walked in. Nope! I sat on the bed and it made a noise, nope!! As we head to reception for hand back the key, there's a woman who's bleeding to death in a pool of blood. Ok it wasn't that bad but she was bleeding from her arm, apparently she just got stabbed and robbed of her handbag literally out the gate. NO ONE knows what to do or who to call and I grab the dusty almost empty first aid box and get to work. She had layers of clothes on and I instruct her to undress. The wound it DEEEEEEEEEP! I clean it, close it and tell her she needs stitches TONIGHT!! When I turn back, Untitled says the bags are in the car, we are leaving.
I guess I was there to save that woman's life, I prayed for her and hope she did indeed go get stitched up.
Off we went to the real luxury or a hotel and showered, and had shots and wine and sex....
Woke up with clit rubs, followed by tongue and rounds! Amazing!
Then we went to pick my car and we went to his house. His mom had cooked and she's always happy to see me. Her hugs feel like home and it makes me teary when she says 'welcome home my baby' because that's what my mom would say....
We chilled and napped and ate and drank and poof! I had to go home.
The end
Wait, mean sis kept texting me: "where are you?" "come home it's cold" "I can't believe you went to his house"
Sigh, I don't have the energy to explain mean sis drama! Come home and do what exactly?? She's 39 years old!!!!! I'm 35 soon! If only she knew we are planning to move in together!
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