Crazy Post-Covid Weekend: Melissa & Pat - Listen to Podcast - Sunday Morning  Waking with Corrine. A day with Melissa and Pat. Corrine pulled us away from the water, squirting shower gel into our hands. She started washing me; me, her. We became a soapy slippery couple, pushing, pulling, turning, lifting, rubbing, massaging each other. Corrine pushed me against the wall, staring into my eyes washing my cock, balls and ass very thoroughly. “Let’s make sure all your delicious parts are spic and span for Melissa, because she is a crazy woman if she doesn’t find some way to play with these at some point today.” I put my hands on Corrine’s tits. No sooner had I touched her tits, then Corrine grabbed my hands, pinning them against the wall. “No. Wait your turn.” I wasn’t going to argue. “So. Is Melissa a good lover?” “She is.” “Does her sex get nasty?” Corrine continued washing my crotch and ass, her eyes never leaving mine. “Define nasty.” “Has she ever stuck a finger in your ass?” “If you consider that nasty, then yes, her sex gets nasty.” “Mmmm a girl after my own heart”, Corrine said sliding a soapy finger into my ass. “Let’s make this canal nice and clean for Melissa then.” “Thank you. Wow. Eric. Wow. Again. Is there room for three in your car today?” “My pleasure as much as yours Corrine. While I would love the picture of you and Melissa squeezed into the passenger seat in my Elise, I’m not sure Melissa would think she signed up for that.” “Hmm. Melissa is pretty cute as I recall. I would let her sit on my lap for a couple of hours. Who knows? Maybe she would like it too. I haven’t tried making love to a woman, but with all the changes in the world due to COVID, maybe I should give it a try. Stand up. Let me finish you.” I walked through our backyard gates stark naked, happily not seeing any neighbors, not that I would have cared all that much if I had seen anyone. I checked my phone. No messages from Melissa, which was good and bad. We were still on, but Melissa wasn’t running late. My house had been left empty and unlocked all night. All seemed to be in order. I went to the kitchen, put water on for coffee, grabbed two energy bars for breakfast, and hit the button on the coffee grinder. Think. Think. Half an hour to get ready for Melissa’s arrival. Wine and a box of incense for a hostess gift. Some fruit and nuts for the ride there. Iron clothes. Get dressed. Pour coffee for the road. My body felt good. I had slept well. My cock felt tired. I felt it, squeezing it a little to get sense if I had any life in it in case Melissa arrived horny. Maybe I could get it up but my testicles felt numb, empty, slightly abused. So maybe not. I went downstairs into the garage. I took the cover off my orange Lotus Elise, removed the soft top, opened the garage door and backed the car out. As I exited the car, Melissa pulled into the driveway, parking behind my Countryman. I stood waiting for Melissa. She got out with a huge smile on her face. “WOW. Now this is an unexpected ‘Good morning.’ Nice outfit. That’s what you’re wearing today? Patricia will be happy. Me too, though I was hoping you would be going commando. But this works. Hello handsome.” Melissa opened her arms for a hug. “Hi gorgeous.” It was our traditional greeting, Melissa calling me handsome, me calling her gorgeous. Melissa was wearing sandals; a light pink tank top and her crotch was sporting a nice camel toe in tight white shorts. I bent my knees to give Melissa a good hug, aligning our heads and shoulders. Melissa is short, about 5’-2". She has a naturally beautiful face on top of a toned torso with perfectly formed A-cup breasts, an exceptionally tiny waist with curved hips and ass and exceptionally nice legs holding all that up. “Mmmm. Nice hug. Nice underwear. Tailor made? They fit you really well.” Melissa said squeezing my butt. I have always loved Melissa’s quit wit. She never misses a trick, is never at a loss for a response, and can be self-deprecating a