“We wants to come visits you!” said Sara. The two boys nodded.
“When we have all the construction done, Unky Pattie and Awnty Ginny will bring you up,” said Angie mimicking the children’s names for Patrick and Ginny.
“Yeah!!!!” the three of them said and then wiggled out of their arms and back inside.
“You know, I miss them and yet I don’t!” said George.
“Oh yeah. We had the big seasonal picnic a few weeks ago and while it was good to run, it took some of us three hours to round up the pup pack that decided to go ‘splorin’,” said Patrick. The adults watching the children hadn’t seen Sara, the boys and a handful of their friends creep out. Patrick and Luc had finally found them down by the river. No one was hurt, but they all got a long lecture on how to stay safe. Patrick swore he had more gray hair from that than anything else.
“Feel good to shift?” George asked noticing that they both looked more relaxed than the last time he’d seen them.
“Damn right!” said Ginny. “You?”
“Yes. Two days after we buried Buster I went for a long run. Those fast shifts back and forth wear you out far more than one big shift. Plus, I’d had to act feeble. Now however, I go for a run about twice a week. And, we reinforced the floor in the back bedroom of the B&B. I will enjoy my bed tonight. I can shift and not worry about it snapping like a toothpick,” said George.
That made everyone laugh.
“‘Solda is watching the kids and we’re going to go up with you to unpack. Cal and Kevin are already on their way. Luc was going to come, but Meg isn’t feeling up to the trip,” said Ginny.
“How much longer does she have?” asked Angie.
“Well, she passed the seven month marker, and the doctor said every day is a bonus from this point on. The twins are huge. So, she nibbles, moves around as best she can and ‘Solda helps around the house. The nursery is finished and if Luc gets any more twitchy, Jeff is going to sedate him,” said Ginny.
Angie laughed. “Are you going to ride up with me?” she asked Ginny.
“Sure. Let’s go and leave these two to drive the big truck,” said Ginny.
Angie got the keys from George, kissed him and got in the truck. They were on the highway in twenty minutes.
*
George and Patrick pulled up to the gates of the B&B around sunset. They got out of the cab to find Angie, Ginny, Cal, Kevin and some others eating barbecue and drinking beer.
“I hope you saved us some,” said George.
“Plenty on the grill and beer in the fridge,” said Angie.
“Hope the meat isn’t too overdone,” said Patrick.
“It isn’t. Sheriff Dobbs called us about ten minutes ago and said he saw you make the turn. That’s when we put your steaks on. They should just be ready,” said Ginny.
George and Patrick ate and after a beer, they began to unload the truck. The last thing out was George’s bed. The frame was massive and instead of empty space under the box spring, there were slats with an inch between each one.
“You know, I think you could park a tank on this bed,” said Cal. He was teasing George, but admiring the bed at the same time.
“Yes, and next time you break your bed because you shifted in your sleep, just remember that it will never happen to me,” said George with just a hint of sub-vocals.
Cal laughed and they started moving it into the bedroom. Ten minutes later, it was set up and Angie and Ginny started to make the bed.
“I never thought I’d miss a piece of furniture,” said Angie. “But after months of sleeping nearly alone for fear George’d crush the bed, I’m happy to see it.
“I know what you mean. Mine is a version of this one. Too many broken box springs for me not to do it,” said Ginny.
“Did George design it?” asked Angie.
“No, this design has been around for hundreds of years. You can see examples of lighter models if you look up Viking beds. Ours just don’t have the fancy posts,” Ginny said tucking the last corner of the sheet into place.
“Okay. Now to see if we can get anyone to go to bed,” said Angie. She was looking forward to going to bed.
*
George came out of the bathroom and flopped on his bed. “Ah, it has been way too long,” he said. Angie giggled and he scooped her up and pulled her close.
“You’re in a good mood,” she said.
“Of course! I have my bed, my woman and I even have a lock on the door so that no one bothers me while I ravish her,” he said kissing her all over. Angie giggled and enjoyed the kisses. George sucked a nipple into his mouth and tongued it until Angie gasped. He ran his fingertips across her belly and then down between her legs. She was soaked. They’d tried having sex on the B&B bed, on the floor and even outside. It just hadn’t worked very well.
Angie reached down to stroke George’s cock. The size of it still amazed her after all this time, although she had gotten use to his girth. George moaned as she touched him. She wiggled around on the bed and took his cock into her mouth as best she could.
“Oh,” moaned George. He didn’t move for a few moments, just savoring the feel of her mouth on him. Then he gathered a few brain cells and started moving his fingers in and out of her pussy. She wiggled and moaned, which vibrated against his cock. A few more groans like that and he wasn’t going to last.
Angie tasted the pre-cum on her tongue. She would have smiled had she been able. She kissed his cock on the very tip and then tried to turn around so that she could mount George. He held her by her pussy, his fingers still plunging in and out making it hard for her to think or move.
“Gggggeorge,” she gasped. “Let me,…”
“Noh, Whhant to try,” he said. With that, he turned Angie until she was on her knees.