[ModelT-MsDollie]

-CONDO #17 or the House on Maple Lane--But First!

--- July, Summer 1986. I was 46, Dollie 44.
---Since I am now a dirty ole man we no longer play many games, I often lie awake nights remembering the past. Sometimes I jump up and make notes. A mind is a terrible thing to waste but we do overfill it and push things out of our minds. Unless we have Alzheimer’s, our minds are like computers, crap may be buried but it’s still hiding somewhere. Just one little memory can bring other things to the surface. Try it!

---I made a few minor mistakes in the details in those strip club and Condo stories. Nothing really affecting the stories but now things make more sense. Rather than go back and change everything this is what I discovered. After beginning yet another story about camping near the Wisconsin/Illinois/Lake Michigan lines I realized I was a little off. Okay, you noticed that long ago! I was questioning how so many men in pick up trucks and a kid on a motorcycle could see Dollie’s tits and sometimes beaver while in our pick up truck. We owned a motor home from 1978 until son scrapped it recently.
I’d traded our truck in 1980 for a nearly new 1980 Malibu coupe. It was a V-6 three speed. Not what I wanted but a good deal and perfect for towing behind the motor home. Also very easy to see down into a Chevy Malibu. So rethink all those encounters in parking lots and other places.
---While starting Condo story #17 I realized that it was taking place in 1986. Therefore all of those strip club/condo stories happened in 1986. D’oh! As I wrote several times before by 1987 Dollie was feeling ill and I was way too busy with work and real life. After that any vacations were “normal people” vacations. Yes, we’ve always wondered what “normal people” do. Especially “normal people” without kids??????
----I drove the Malibu, mostly towed it, from 1980 till sometime in 1987. A coworker wanted my 1977 Ford super cab 9MPG 460, down hill. He had an almost new “salesman’s special” car he bought just because it was cheap. That’s how I ended up with the Chevy Malibu. 18-20MPG. Didn’t like it but the car proved to be a great work car and towed super. Motorhome Dodge 440-9MPG with or without Malibu behind.
---While looking for a VW, I ended up buying an almost new 1987 Ford Escort 2-door! Shit happens. I hated that even more than the Malibu. But an honest 50 MPG made me learn to love it. Took that Escort on many vacations with and without the motor home. Even drove it to Pa in 1987 and Florida Dizzyworld in 1989.
---So it was the white 1987 Ford Escort 2-door we were in when our last visits and games happened with friends Hank, Helen, and the boys. Both of these cars made looking inside easier for others. None of this changes our fingerfucking adventures. But don’t ya feel better knowing this?


-CONDO #17--- or The House on Maple Lane

---July 1986, an unbelievable sex filled summer vacation, breaking all records, was over. Hank and Helen, and a few of the young boys we kept in contact with were begging us to return for a few weekends north of Chicago, near Lake Michigan. It was getting cooler and we wanted to play our games with as many as possible before winter.
--- September, 1986 we stayed in a home on the edge of town Helen had listed for sale. Four day weekend. Off Friday thru Monday. No work until Tuesday late evening. Left early Friday to make the 200 mile drive. No camper to worry about so maybe a four hour trip in the Chevy Malibu. Lots of small towns and two lanes. It took awhile. The house was furnished, Helen and Hank were going to have the fridge and cabinets filled with food.
--- Mikey and a few of the other boys were expecting us and ready to play. Mikey had a girlfriend to share and was hoping Dollie and Helen could train her well. I explained over the phone I was a better teacher! Mikey laughed but agreed. Mikey was around 22 by now. He’d learned a lot about having sex without intercourse.
---Friday, Must have gotten to the house on Maple Lane around 2PM. Had the garage door code and the house keys were hanging on a hook near the house door, in the garage. Drove up, punched the code, garage door opened, parked the car inside, shut the garage. Dollie found the key to the house and we were soon inside. Nice place. Started looking around.
One of us opened the bedroom door. Scared the crap out of us. SURPRISE! Hank, Helen, Mikey, Mikey’s girlfriend, a couple of Hank’s strippers, even Jerry from the condo, and a few other guys we’d played games with back in July. Maybe ten, most naked people yelling and laughing.
---They led us to a king sized bed. We were stripped. I was masturbated by several pretty little girls. Dollie was masturbated by Mikey, Jerry, and others, one after the other. Hank and Helen had a few hands in there someplace. The rest of Friday was a little hazy. Lots of sex, all without intercourse. I did get a few blowjobs from some of the young girls, but it was mostly masturbation and hugging. After we finally got to sit and relax, thanking everyone, all we could get out of them was “this is what friends are for!”
---Someone unpacked the truck and emptied our cooler things into the fridge. A few hours later everyone dressed and most of us went out for supper. They’d parked down the road. Ended up at the strip club just watching the strippers. Minor flashing by Dollie and Helen. Then back to the house to rest alone. That was only Friday. We still had three days! We were told not to make any plans. Just expect more fun and games.
-----Saturday no one showed up at the house or called. We began wondering if they forgot about us. Maybe noon Helen called. “Don’t eat lunch or go out. We’re takin you to lunch. Dress decently.” I told Helen we always dress decent but all I got was a laughing woman’s voice. It was actually chilly. Everyone wore jeans, heavy shirts, and jackets .
-----Hank and Helen picked us up around 1PM, starved. Took us to the Mexican restaurant where we got to see our two older friends. Hugs and tittie squeezes then we ordered. Complaints by the two Mexicans about no tits or ass showing. Pretty much a normal lunch and then a scenic ride up the Lake. We may have taken a walk in some Lakeside park but I remember it being cold and windy. We were north of the Windy City in the fall.
---Helen and Hank wouldn’t answer anytime we ask “where we headed?” Toward evening we ended up at Hank’s strip club. Dollie and I soon realized this weekend was going to be our surprise weekend. We had a beer, maybe. As I visited Hank and Helen one of the stripper/waitresses led Dollie to a playroom. I started to get up and was told to sit. I learned the following story 30 minutes or so later.
-----Dollie was taken in a playroom by the little stripper and Dollie was stripped. After the girl teased her and felt her up a little, Dollie was taken out of the room…………. In full view of anyone looking that direction. Apparently several dirty old men were looking that way, I heard whistling and yelling. In awhile Dollie was taken into the next playroom. Inside were two of the old men who used to stare at her and give her money. Dollie was laid on the bed and both old guys fondled and fingered Dollie for maybe a half hour. Her first time without me. She said she loved it and wasn‘t worried because the old guys couldn‘t get erections! Also the stripper was still there.
---I was sitting in the bar worried. Finally Hank told another stripper wearing only pasties and G-string to take me back to where Dollie was. The other gal had just gotten off stage. I was shocked at seeing two old men working on Dollie and her enjoying it. (I say old men when they were probably 60-65. Hell we’re way older than that now.) They thanked me and Dollie then left. I remember both strippers telling me Dollie needs a good fuck. I sort of remember telling them Hank’s rules. I think they said fuck Hank’s rules just fuck your wife!” They left. I did! No one bothered us.
---Maybe 15 minutes of steady fucking then we dressed and went back to the table. Embarrassed! The bar room was full and it seemed everyone was clapping and yelling. Several asked “did ya give her a good fuck?” We drank and visited then were left off by Hank and Helen at the house on Maple Lane where we fucked again.