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[The mini-series “Mount Bliss” continues from “Quick Anal Hookups.”]

Lo sat down. Lilly looked up and took out her earbuds. Suzanne smiled a disingenuous smirk. I looked guilty, though I was not.

“Good morning, Lo,” said Suzanne. “Sleep well?”

“I did,” replied Lo.

“The rain didn’t bother you?” asked Suzanne.

“Rain? Did it rain?” asked Lo.

“There was a brief shower,” said Suzanne. “I thought you might have got caught in it after you left my room.”

Lo said nothing.

“What’s the plan for today?” asked Suzanne. “Maybe some more water sports?”

Clearly she was speaking to Lo. Teasing her? Trying to push her buttons? Lo was firmly in control of her temper.

“Not sure,” said Lo, right back at her, “will you be exercising the dogs? They look like they have a lot of pent-up energy.”

“Only Bandit. Shadow is looking spent from burying his bone yesterday.”

Lo was about to say something when Jim joined us wearing only his bathing suit.

“Morning!” he said cheerfully oblivious to all the tension.

At the sight of him, Suzanne stood up and said that she was going to run the wash so that she will have a clean comforter in case it gets cold tonight. She added, “Anything you’d like me to wash? I’m sure you’re eager to get home, but if I can help you clean up.”

“Was it something I said?” asked Jim, suddenly sensing the chill in the air.

“Don’t worry about it,” said Lilly. “It’s Suzanne. She’s still hungover from last night and she’s just darkening our day with her storm clouds.” Lilly never referred to Suzanne as “Aunt Suzanne.”

Lilly rolled over on her back and proudly displayed her still virginal pussy. Lo caught me stealing a glance at it.

“Can I talk to you for a moment?” she said more than asked.

Time to take my lumps, I thought.

I went with Lo to the front of the cottage and, before she could begin to scold me, I professed my innocence.

“Forget all that,” she said to my great surprise. “I want to go. Are you ready?”

“Yeah, whatever you want,” I said. “But what about Collin? He’s not even up yet.”

As if he had heard me, he appeared in the front door saying, “There you two are!” He was as genial as ever. “Sleep well?”

“Fine,” said Lo, flatly.

“Good, good. I’ll have breakfast ready in a little.”

“I think we’re just going to get on the road,” said Lo.

“Nonsense! It’s a long drive back. I can’t let you leave on an empty stomach.”

There was no denying Collin when he was hospitable.

“HH, will you help me get some wood? I think we’ll cook breakfast over the fire.”

I went with Collin to the wood stack and along the way he said, “You know HH, Lo has been nothing but kind to me. I am sorry that I have to apologize for my wife and the way she has treated Lo. I would love to see you both again.”

“That’s all up to Lo,” I said. “I don’t make those sorts of decisions for her. She’s her own woman, you know.”

“Oh, I know. And what a woman she is!”

“You don’t know the half of it, I’m sure.”

“What do you mean by that?”

“One day Lo might let you in. But, until then, just use your imagination.”

For once, Collin seemed speechless! Advantage HH!!!

“I like a little game,” he said.

Game on!

After that, there was not much more to report. The six of us had breakfast. Collin tried to figure out the riddle I had hinted to him about Lo. Suzanne insisted that Lo return soon “because the dogs are just crazy about you. . . and so am I!”

With a peck on the cheek, Suzanne wished Lo and me safe travels. Collin gave me a firm handshake. Too firm. He hugged Lo affectionately. Too affectionately and too long.

Then Lo and I were off in our car back to the city. Along the way she filled me in on all the details that were missing from my knowledge of the week and that I have just relayed to you, dear reader.

It was a lot for me to take in, but luckily it was a long and bucolic drive. After her stories were at an end, we both settled into a pensive silence. I was thinking about how, no if I could write these stories. It would be a tall order. A real challenge.

I began to ponder, what’s this blog about? What am I writing about when I write about my sex life with Lola? It’s about sex, yes. That much is clear. But it’s really about so much more than that. It’s about psychology. About Lo’s psychology, for sure. But, more than that, it’s about the psychology of women. For years of my long life, women were the cliché mystery wrapped in an enigma sporting a thong and a bra. But then I met Lo and everything changed. She, more than anyone I’ve ever met, opened up — in more ways than one — and let me in, let me explore, let me discover, let me uncover, let me wander. The more I sought, the more seemed hidden. She has depths beneath her depths and her surfaces are sublime. I’m fascinated and intoxicated by her charisma, power of seduction, and her embrace of her inner slut.

The reason why I can write seemingly endless tomes about Lo, besides the raw material that she provides, is that there is no end to the psychological speculation that manifests in the physical enactment of her libidinous expressions of love and lust.

As I sat silently pondering these fleeting reflections, Lo began squirming out of her short shorts and pink panties.

“Lo, what the?”

“Keep driving,” was all she said. She began by fingering her clit. She progressed to penetrating her cunt. Her bare feet went up on the dash and she spread her legs. Her digital manipulation and escalated to open hand slapping her pussy. I had seen her do this before, many times, but this time there was something more violent about it. It was as if she was punishing her pussy for being so sinful. Slap, slap, smack, whap! Down her open palm went sadistically spanking her vajayjay with unrelenting physical rebuke. Masochistically, that very same cunt she was clobbering was simultaneously showing signs of sexual stimulation. With each violent vaginal clap, I could hear her getting wet and each slap sounding more like a splash.

Her legs were spread as wide apart as they could be in the confined space. Her left foot was close to the steering wheel and her right up in the corner by the passenger side window. From between her legs she suddenly let out a long, forceful spray straight up onto the windshield coinciding with a loud, “FUUUUUUUCK!”

When she was done and her legs were crossed and her breathing heavy, but not panting, I simply said to her, “You know, I didn’t get the interior windshield wiper option when I bought this car.”

“Sorry, Daddy,” she said, using her shorts to mop up the mess.

Once we were back home, I, with a new understanding of Collin and his predicament, took some pity on the old chap. In my moment of sympathy, I ordered a larger than life photograph of Lo for him to add to his art collection. A few weeks later, when he had received it, he sent back a photo. He had mounted it just above his bed. I guess that was his mount bliss.

[Visit mysexlifewithlola.com to see Lola Mounted.]

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