I awoke around noon, in time to cancel my only appointment for the day.

I knew it was one that could have waited, as the issue wasn't urgent.

Then I went back and rejoined Lolita who was just waking up.

"Mmmmm...." she cooed. "I thought I was dreaming... Is it really you?"

"In the flesh." I replied.

"You know, it's not often that I share a bag with anyone..." She

continued: "In fact, this was the first time."

"I know," I replied, "And I appreciate the privilege."

Lolita kissed me again, deeply.

"I don't want you to feel like you're being pressured, but the selfish

side of me wants more of you." Lolita declared. "In all fairness,

though, I guess I won't attach any strings to this thing we have going."

"No strings." I said. "The same goes here, though I don't envision

changing much."

"Would you like to move in here?" It was more a statement than a

question.

Before I could answer, the phone rang. Lolita looked at the caller ID

display, and said one word: "Angie."

She punched a button and said loudly: "Angie! How are you?"

Angie's voice came over the loudspeaker: "Lolita! I'm sorry to bother

you." She continued: "I just was feeling a bit blue since we parted last

night. I just wanted to talk."

Lolita looked at me questioningly. I felt my face soften and I nodded to

her.

"Angie, Nick is here! He has some news to give you!" Lolita said.

"Angie! How are you?" I said.

The conversation continued for some time, during which I told her of the

turn of events which had just occurred to me, and which had so abruptly

changed my life. I also told her that I was considering moving in with

Lolita.

"Can I move in too?" Angie asked, with a pleading voice.

Lolita and I looked at one another, and we both shrugged in a 'why not'

signal.

"Why don't you come over, and we can discuss it. OK?" I said.

"Give me a half an hour!" Angie replied excitedly. "I'm on my way!"

Dolores and I dressed, and then adjourned to the living room. After

serving ourselves a libation, (Lolita had wine and I had beer) we

settled down to a serious discussion about the future.

We agreed that a 'no-strings' philosophy was in order, for the time

being, at least, so one party moving in with the other should not

involve burning any bridges. A light bulb came on as the obvious concept

came to be that one of two residences could become a source of income,

yet could still be a 'fall back' place if things didn't turn out.

The doorbell rang. Dolores and I were reminded that we were expecting

Angie. Our suspicions were correct, as when I opened the door, I was

assaulted by Angie, who threw herself at me and hugged me tightly. When

she spotted Lolita, she released me and did the same with her.

"Ohhh, I'm so glad to be with you guys again!" Angie exclaimed. "I know

it's only been a couple of days, but, like it or not, I've adopted you

two as family."

Knowing Angie's background, I understood where she was coming from, and

as I looked at the expression on Lolita's face, I knew that she

understood as well.

I escorted Angie into the living room, and bade her to sit down. Lolita

went and got her a glass of wine.

Once we were seated, the serious discussion resumed.

"The reason Lolita and I are considering cohabitation," I started,

"Could be obvious." I continued: "But I, for one, can't understand why a

young lady, as vital and vibrant as you, would want to live with us."

Angie paused. Then she said one word: "Family." she let it sink in, then

continued. "I feel that, even as we've only spent a short time together,

we qualify as a family." She added: "Civilization be damned, and

structures be damned, as well. I think the three of us make a good

family, and I want to be a part of it!"

I glanced over at Lolita, who looked back at me, glassy-eyed, and

nodded, a faint yet warm smile on her face.

"I have to be honest with you, Angela. Dolores and I had a serious

dialogue before you came..." I Paused.

Angie held her breath as she awaited the rest of my statement.

I continued: "And I believe I speak for myself and Lolita, as well, when

I say that you hit the nail right on the head when you said 'family'."

At that, there was an audible sigh of relief from Angie...

"But there is one proviso..." I added, "Ours is to be a

'no-strings-attached' relationship. We all need to have a 'fall-back'

place to go if, for any reason, things don't work out."

"Agreed." said Angie, "I can always go back to Aunt...er...my house."

It was then that I suggested that we could put two houses up on

short-term rentals, and have a decent source of "mad-money". Angie and

Lolita agreed to the idea.

Then we began discussing accommodations. It soon became evident that,

nice as it was, Lolita's house was inadequate for what we were to embark

upon.

It was then decided that mine was a better-suited house, if for no other

reason that it had more rooms.

I had bought the older house as a "fixer-upper" and had enrolled in a

neighborhood historical preservation program. The exterior of the

three-story house was now in pristine condition, but the inside still

had work that needed doing, but that was good, as it would be easier to

adapt the house to our purposes.

The house had been built as a large single-family home around 1908. A

spacious veranda straddled the entry from the street. Entering the

house, one finds him/herself in a large foyer with a staircase leading

to the floor above. Under these stairs is a door leading to other stairs

which descend to a full, though unfinished, basement.

A left turn from the foyer takes one through double pocket doors into a

spacious dining room suitable for a table for twelve. Towards the rear

of the house from there is a single door which goes through a

walk-through pantry into a large eat-in kitchen. If one went to the

right from the foyer, he/she would pass through double pocket doors into

a spacious parlor, then to a smaller "quiet room" which also gave way to

the gargantuan kitchen.

Nestled in one corner of the foyer is a small washroom.

The second floor sports four nice-sized bedrooms and two bathrooms. Each

bathroom is accessible from two bedrooms. From the second floor hallway

there's a smaller, spiral staircase which leads upwards to a very large

finished attic, to which I had planned to add a bath.

The back yard, which housed a separate garage, was even larger than

Lolita's, and it would afford enough room for the addition of a pool and

spa. Access to the back yard was from the basement, the kitchen and from

the garage.

Lolita, Angie and I chatted and planned excitedly, and before we knew

it, the time came for Lolita to go to work. Before leaving, she handed

Angie and I each a key to her front door, and gave us the alarm pass

key. I didn't envy Lolita one bit at her departure, as she had had only

a few hours' sleep.

Then Angie and I were alone. I too was tired, but nervous energy kept me

going. Angie approached me.

"Have you had your enema yet today?" she asked, softly.

"Umm...yes." I replied.

"I haven't..." she remarked, "Will you give me one?"

I rolled my eyes back in mock exasperation. "Well.." I said, "If you

insist." Then we chuckled together.

Angie and I retired to the master bedroom where we embraced and gently

kissed. Between kisses, we undressed one another, our hands roving over

each other's bodies. Once bare, we climbed on the huge bed for a bit

more play prior to the main event. In my mind, I marveled at the idea of

myself, at mid life, making passionate love to this beautiful creature,

which only a couple of days earlier I had deflowered.

I got up to prepare Angie's enema.

"Just a regular size one," she said, a twinkle in her eye. "Nice and

warm."

I returned to the bedroom and hung the prepared bag. Angie placed

herself on all fours and looked back at me, a wanton expression on her

face. I approached her and rubbed her bottom, running my finger between

the cheeks of her rear, gently teasing her waiting rosebud. I kissed her

buns, then used my tongue to wet her anus. Angie willed herself to relax

and allowed my tongue to further tease her rectum, entering it a bit. I

could hear her sighing her pleasure. I retrieved the K-Y and after

lubricating the enema tip, I squeezed a dollop on to my finger and

proceeded to rub Angie's rectum with it. Angie took my finger inside her

with enthusiasm, moaning as she attained an orgasm.

"Okay..." she whispered. ”I'm ready."

I inserted the nozzle in Angie's bottom and started the flow. She

signaled that she wanted me to lie down so she could straddle my face. I

obliged her and gladly began giving a tonguing to her swollen clit,

eliciting moans and sighs from my young lover, who enthusiastically was

giving my own member its share of attention with her mouth. The pressure

in my loins began to make itself evident as I moved to meet Angie's

mouth, expressing pleasure with involuntary sighs and animal sounds of

my own. I sensed Angie had arrived at another orgasm, which only briefly

interrupted her attentions to my penis. Then we both heard that final

gurgle come from the now empty enema bag. Angie reached up and cut the

water off. Then she deftly removed the nozzle from her anus. Then,

before I realized it, she was rubbing jelly on my swollen member.

It came as a surprise to me when she turned around, and, still

straddling me, slowly impaled herself on my member. This was a first for

her, as she had taken me, with a slight wince, into her back hole.

The warm water which was still inside her heated the head of my penis to

a height I had never before enjoyed. Angie slowly started moving up and

down. Her muscle control was a source of amazement to me, as she

tightened her sphincter as she rose, relaxing it as she once more

engulfed me. I reached down and entered her vagina with my finger, and

sought to locate and rub her 'G-spot'. I must have been successful

because, once again, Angie expressed her pleasure with a loud animal

moan, as her sphincter began twitching uncontrollably. It was then that

the pressure within me finally sought and achieved relief, as I released

my jism into Angie's bowel.

I lay there, covered with sweat, as Angie still sat astride me, also

glistening. As we caught our breath, my member retreated from Angie's

anus, and she got up to go expel her water.

"I'll be outside." I said, as I rose to retrieve some wine and a couple

of glasses, which I took out to the hot tub.