Sleeping Arrangements

Mistress and Slave tried to do our best to make up for a buys week, and an even busier week to come by lolling in bed a bit longer yesterday morning. There were morning papers to peruse, but it wasn't long before Slave deployed Mistress's favorite power tool to ply her clean shaven folds for a lovely mega-cum before I exploited my privilege of fucking her with robust abandon.

By the time we were done, it seemed our morning had been very well spent.

After that there was a nice bike-ride in unusually cool summer sunshine, breakfast out on our deck that Mistress prepared, and a variety of home and yard projects for me. We even crammed a nap into the late afternoon fun before I prepared dinner for Mistress and our two cute Co-Eds.

Both of them have guests coming later this week. The older one has his frat boy boyfriend coming for a weekend visit. The younger one has an exchange student from England coming in with plans to attend some huge music festival in Tennessee the following weekend.

Mistress is the consummate planner around here so she was already disclosing the arrangements she planned to make for our house guest.

"Georgia can sleep in the blue room upstairs. And I'll get linens out for Mike for the fold out couch in the room in the basement".

But this got Co-Ed No. 2 all a twitter.

"She's 21 you know...."

The implication was that our older daughter should be able to decide where and with whom her boyfriend will sleep.

I was a little startled, since We've never attempted to dictate sleeping arrangements with our teens, even when the oldest was still in high school. There were many nights when her boyfriend would spend the night in our lower level without any barriers placed to prevent a visit from our daughter after the parents adjourned to the executive suite. At the same time, Mistress made sure that she was fully contracepted. (is that a word?)

"No one's going to be checking on who's in who's bed.... just that .... well....."

Slave had a little trouble articulating our variation of the "don't ask, don't tell" policy with both of them sitting there, and the oldest, who was the purported subject of this conversation, making no comment at all.  I mean, I didn't want to say "If and when she so desires, your sister can sleep with her boyfriend downstairs, where they won't have to worry about waking up the boring parents in the next room."  But I suppose that's what I was saying. There are some details a father just does not want to know about the sex lives of his daughters. Just like the daughters don't want to know about the sex lives of their parents.

The younger sister wasn't getting it though... sticking with her theme that we had no business suggesting that Mike's "place" would be downstairs when he visits this weekend.

So, dear readers,  you have one more example why we miss our empty nest. Any thoughts on how Mistress and Slave handle this conundrum?