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Grey I’m glad my husband’s BMW6 series has darkened windows in the back.I take a deep breath, ring the doorbell, hurry to the backseat and gaze at your front door. Finally it opens. You take two steps look around and shrug. I can’t breathe. I see how resilient you walk, your youthful appearance and the intensity in your eyes.My face starts glowing and I feel shivers covering my body and wavelets running through my abdomen. My sensual pearl tingles. Involuntarily, I tilt my pelvis and spread my knees, but as soon as I realize it my body cramps. Softly I whisper “Never… sometime will never be.” Tears run down my heated face.You spot the Christmas present hanging from your doorknob, look around again and tear away the paper. When you open my wedding-ring box and take out the ‘mood-ring’ – it is grey. You fall apart, aging 20 years in one second. You too can’t hold back your tears. Less than ten feet apart we mourn Erenköy escort in solitude of what never has been. Green Actually I didn’t want to join the reunion of the Seaside High School. I had nothing in common with those people I didn’t speak to or saw in the past 25 years. Besides, I had loads of work to do as solicitor. Two inheritance cases, a nasty divorce and a complex property transfer. Not to mention my voluntary work for the Presbyterian community at the immigrants care. However, my assistant called off the divorce-meeting, so I had a couple of hours to spare.Sighing I checked my make-up and drove to the diner. Everybody was already there, talking about the old days and boasting how well they did. A soft touch, your hand on my shoulder. “Eve, would you care to dance with me?” “Rudolf? What are you doing here? Surely you didn’t attend the ‘Seesight’?” “As a matter of içerenköy escort bayan fact I did, I had classes in the old building while you…” Unbelievable, you looked the same! More masculine, intense, but as youthful and sparkling as twenty-five years ago. The love of my youth, my ballroom dancing partner. I blushed spontaneously. So often I abused the electric toothbrush with you in mind!You asked what I wanted to drink and in a few moments we leaned on a table and talked about our work (you are a music director), our marriages (both in a rippling wedlock), well, just about everything. I felt the warmth of your presence, your attention invading my body. Delightful. Then you said: ”To be honest Eve, the reason why I came was my silent wish to see you. As a boy I was too shy to tell, but, I was deeply in love with you. To dance a rumba with you was the highlight of Escort Tuzla the week, Rudolf-fine.” I could hardly swallow and looked down. I whispered: “Rudolf-fine… I also was deeply in love with you.”I looked up, right into your eyes. I was lost, the earth dropped beneath my feet, everything twirled around me. You picked me up and carried me to a bench outside. Gently you laid me down and held out a glass of water, letting me drink sip by sip. I was the shy, seventeen year old girl again and so in love. “How are you feeling?” “Well, fine, I just didn’t have lunch, too busy.” “Please, take good care of yourself,” you said smiling. “Let’s have lunch together next Friday. I’ll pick you up at your office say, 1 P.M.?” “No, maybe, well, yes,” I mumbled. You bent over me and we kissed, our lips barely touched but I was nothing but lips, my lips on yours. “I’m sorry, I’ll have to go, there’s an orchestra waiting for me.” You walked away, almost danced, made one-and-a–half turn, rushed back, put something in my hand and closed my fingers around it. “A little something for you, it was gathering dust in my cupboard for the last twenty-five years or so,” and you danced away… In my hand a mood-ring decorated with dolphins.

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Dear Judith,It was good to have that brief chat together in the interval at the concert the other evening. I would certainly like to know more about you, but ‘breaking the ice’ in a noisy and crowded theatre crush bar is not the best place to do it! I’ve only been a member of the local Singles Society for about three months and you are the first person I’ve really had a chance to interact with. Would you, I wonder, be interested in coming out for a pizzeria supper one evening next week? There’s a new place which has just opened in town called ‘The Air Raid Shelter’ (very trendy but rather noisy, I gather).Sincerely, Nicholas………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………….Dear Nicholas,Thank you for that short (but not very informative!) note, following our chat at the choral concert. Yes, supper at ‘The Air Raid Shelter’ sounds fun. Shall I wear my tin hat and do you suppose Dame Vera Escort Anadolu yakası Lynn will be signing for the diners? To ‘break the ice’ as you put it: I am now a committed singleton, after two disastrous engagements, one to a control freak and the other to a two-timing (multi-timing, probably) cheat. Thank Heaven I didn’t marry either of them! I’ve tried social website dating – from the staid to the downright raunchy – but it looks like the Singles Society will be the most promising place for me to hook up with someone interesting. See you Friday!Sincerely, JudithPS: If it’s ok with you, I’d much prefer our correspondence (if it survives our first date) to be by this old-fashioned form of communication. I just can’t be doing with texting and emails. I much prefer to see hand-written words on notepaper!………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………Dear Kurtköy escort Judith,I greatly enjoyed our supper together last night, even though we were reduced to lip-reading at one stage! Next time (if there’s to be a next time), I’ll try to choose somewhere a little more sedate.Your work for that international children’s charity sounds fascinating, though I was alarmed to learn that you might be posted to Africa for a year. And just when we were getting to know each other. My own three love affairs – as I hinted at supper – were hardly roaring successes. All intense romances which ended in tears. Two upset me greatly, causing me to retreat into my shell for several months. The third was a merciful relief, as the woman in question was a deranged red-headed plate thrower – with an extremely accurate aim (ouch!), though physically she was unquestionably the best lover I’ve ever known. By way of recuperation, I took myself off to a tiny Greek island, spending most of the time on a Maltepe escort bayan naturist beach with a very attractive local youth (more details of which I will reveal when we know each other better).Looking forward to seeing you next week for our trip to the cinema.Yours, NicholasPS: Entirely agree with you about the dying art of letter-writing!…………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………….My Dearest Nicholas,I can’t wait until Friday to learn more of your sojourn on that Greek island and what you got up to with your youthful companion! To tell the truth, I had you as bi from that time we first met at the choral concert. Don’t get me wrong: I don’t have a problem with that. In the same way, I imagine you aren’t the sort of prude who would be shocked if I told you I’d had a brief fling with my secretary at work (as it happens, I haven’t, even though she’s extremely fanciable). Live and let live – within mutually defined limits – is my mantra. Nevertheless, I’m dying to know what you two got up to on that naturist beach (I’m sure it wasn’t restricted to rubbing sun oil over each other’s shoulders!). If it’s too difficult to whisper about it in the cinema, save the graphic details for your next letter.

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O, love and summer, you are in the dreams and in me.–Walt Whitman, The Sleepers Wednesday was the last day of my little lawn service business. It was like so many other days in that summer of 1979, hot and close, the air an atomized poison of car exhaust and dew steaming off roof shingles. I was nervous about seeing Eleanor Kaminski one more time, afraid it was going to be awkward. I had already begun to feel a certain amount of affection for her, and after her graciousness and understanding on Saturday night, that had only deepened. At the same time, I felt ashamed: ashamed that I had once dismissed her as some big, dumb, busty broad, a shallow cocktease—to use Sally’s phrase, just another “Youngstown hump.” She was more than that, despite her lot in life, and I couldn’t help but think that she deserved better. I wondered if she would ever get it.She didn’t come out to greet me as she regularly did when I showed up in her back yard and started banging around in the garden shed, dragging out the mower and gas can. The milkweed in the beds against her back porch bloomed white, cloudy clusters so still in the breezeless humidity they seemed painted on the air. A stand of arbor vitae that separated and concealed the Kaminski’s yard from the neighbor on their left was hectic with overlapping birdsong. I yanked the mower cord twice, three times; the machine coughed and belched and then rumbled to life.Their yard was one of smallest and least strenuous to mow, and that was always a small mercy at the end of a long, drenching day of such business. When I finished and cut the engine, I expected her, hearing that, to finally appear bearing my little folded up ten-spot. But she didn’t come out. I swept some grass clippings from the porch steps, then hauled all the equipment back into the shed.She came into the shed almost immediately after me. She must have been watching, waiting. I turned and looked at her as the door banged shut behind her. She was wearing her denim cut-offs and that orange tank top, the outfit she’d worn the day she’d given me that flaunting, purposive show.“Are you defiling my garden shed, young man,” she said.“No ma’am.”She pulled off the tank top. There was a tiny window in the shed so grimy that only the faintest amount of summer sunlight passed through, but even in that dimness her big, pale breasts seemed to almost glow. The top button of her cutoffs was already undone. Which meant I was undone.“I’ll just give you your money and go if you tell me to,” she said.I didn’t say anything. I wasn’t going to resist her because I didn’t want to. Her forwardness and her physical beauty were riveting. Sexiness like static crackled around her.I suppose a person of greater virtue would have reminded her that I was eighteen and she was a married woman. That these were issues of morality and self-control. That desire, lust, and temptation would confront us throughout our lives, and how we responded to them was a measure of our character. But I wasn’t that person. Not on that day. And Eleanor Kaminski… She was a person of more quality than I, I’m convinced. But at that moment, all she wanted was a little more attention. And probably a couple of orgasms. And what was wrong with that?She stepped toward me until we were toe to toe, and I immediately took her breasts in my hands and began to fondle them. She opened Escort Pendik my painter’s pants and reached in.“Isn’t this what you thought about?” she said, stroking me to a quickened hardness. “You told me. Me letting you play with my big, soft tits while I jacked you off? This was what you fantasized about?”“Yes,” I said. “This,” and bent to lick and suck one of her breasts as she continued to stroke me.“Suck my big tits while I pump you,” she said through clenched teeth. “Suck them.”But I couldn’t content myself with only that. That undone button of her cutoffs was an erotic trigger for me. I lowered her zipper, theatrically slow, tooth by tooth. Then I slowly slipped my fingers inside.“Oh my,” she breathed.We stroked each other. Eleanor Kaminski looked at me in the dim light of the shed and I looked straight back. She nipped a corner of her plump lower lip beneath her front teeth—that kittenish little heartbreaking tic. She pushed her free hand up under my sweat-soaked t-shirt and lightly raked the sharp tips of her fingernails down my chest. Then she dropped to her knees on the hard-packed dirt floor and took me into her mouth.She worked my jeans down to below my knees and then took my ass in her hands as she sucked me. The whites of her eyes shone as she looked up at me while her lips moved along the length of my cock.“I want to fuck you,” I said.At that she stood up. Her knees were black. She waggled her hips back and forth as she shimmied her cutoffs down far enough for them to fall to the ground on their own and stepped out of them. Then she turned around and got down on her hands and knees in the dirt, looked back over her shoulder at me. “Right here,” she said. “Do it.”I knelt behind her and placed my cock beneath her upturned ass. The shed smelled of earth, gasoline, and fermenting grass clippings. But the shed was plainly where Eleanor Kaminski wanted this last assignation to happen, if it was going to happen. I drew the head of my cock through the dense thatch of her pubic hair until I felt folds of warm, wet flesh, and pushed myself inside her. She moaned and pitched forward slightly.I clutched her hips, fingers sunk hard into her ample, yielding flesh, and pulled her back against me as I thrust forward. She gasped from the force as my abdomen thwacked against her ass.I fucked Eleanor Kaminski. She knelt on the packed dirt floor of the shed, and I fucked her. She grunted and cursed. She told me to fuck her, to keep fucking her. She told me to pound her wet pussy, her wet whore pussy, repeating it. In the dimness, I could only just make out her big tits swaying heroically beneath her as I thrust in and out of her. The ends of her hair swept the dirt floor. I told her to take my hard cock, to take this hot, dirty fucking. I palmed the cheeks of her ass and spread them to get a better view of my cock drilling her cunt.“Oh, yeah, spread me open and fuck me,” she growled, keeping her voice pitched low.“You’re going to make me come,” I said. “Where do you want it?”“Oh fuck, in my ass.”I slowed down.“Really? I’ve never done that before.”“Neither have I. Please?” she said. “Fuck me up the ass? Fuck my big ass. Come in it.”I withdrew slowly from her pussy and dragged my cock up between her ass cheeks. I may have never done it before, but I knew enough from the plentiful Beykoz escort anal stories in Suzie Bowen’s collection that more than a little slowness and care was in order. I pressed my slickened cockhead against the tight star of her asshole.“That’s it… that’s it,” she said. She looked back at me over her shoulder, then tossed her head to get the hair out of her eyes. I watched intently as her ass opened slowly and took me in. She squeezed her eyes shut and faced forward again, muttering something that I couldn’t really understand; it sounded like she was saying “Stick it, stick it,” but I couldn’t tell for sure.“This is so fucking tight,” I said under my breath, but in the silence of the shed, she had to have heard me.“Uhhhh… more,” she said.I pushed a little deeper, the head passing beyond her muscled ring.“I’m so full,” she gasped, and began rocking back and forth against my erection. I leaned forward over her sweat-slick back and reached under her belly to find her clit. She gave a tiny, high-pitched cry and her ass and legs began to tremble.“I’m fucking your big, beautiful ass,” I whispered into her tangle of hair and inhaled: some type of herbal shampoo, and just the faintest must of warm scalp that reminded me of the smell of the construction paper we would use in grade school, cutting out our Halloween pumpkins and Thanksgiving turkeys.“Yes,” she said, still in a tiny high voice. “Fuck it. Fill it.”I backed out a little, enough to feel her asshole clench at the head of my cock, and rocked in and out of her gently, using that hard friction to finish. After another minute or two of fucking her like this, I began to come.“Oh, fuck,” I barked against the hard, half-strangled spasm of my spurting prick, and pumped my load in her ass. She grabbed at my hand stroking her pussy and pressed it hard against her mound, and started coming herself. Her own spasms forced my cock from her ass and my last spurts landed on her quivering bottom.Sweat poured down my forehead and stung my eyes. I slumped over Eleanor Kaminski’s back, breathing hard, and rose and fell along with her own attempts to catch her breath. After a minute or two, we gingerly peeled apart from one another. The inside of the shed was stifling, airless, the metal walls radiating a summer’s-ful of heat. I helped her to her feet. She was completely naked; I still wore my sneakers, and a pair of dirty painter’s pants shackled my ankles. Otherwise, we were both filthy. Our exertions and sweat had slow-churned the shed floor into mud, and our knees and hands and arms were caked with an earthy impasto. Eleanor Kaminski, being on the bottom, was much dirtier than me, which is why, examining herself once she’d given me the once-over, she grabbed me and wrapped her arms around me, and ran her mud-caked hands up and down my sweaty back and over my ass.“That’s better,” she said. We dressed, but only because we had to walk across the yard. Eleanor Kaminski led me to the laundry room off her kitchen where we stripped again, and she put our clothes in her avocado-green Kenmore washing machine. She found a pair of tube socks from a laundry basket and pulled them on over her muddy feet so she wouldn’t track mud through the house, and led me upstairs to the shower.I stepped beneath the shower spray and she came in right behind Cevizli escort bayan me. The tub bottom immediately filled with a dark slurry around our feet. Brown water streamed down our legs, spun into spirals like galaxies forming and then coming apart from the pull of the drain. Even her hair, from sweeping the shed floor, sent dark rivulets down her back and breasts when she stood under the spray. We took turns with the soap, washing ourselves and each other. She gave my balls and cock some long, leisurely attention until I was very clean and very stiff, though a little sore from fucking her ass. Then she knelt and took it between her lips. She gently sucked and licked and stroked me until I spilled a load in her warm mouth, which she received with a murmur of pleasure and effortlessly swallowed.Then, once we’d dried off, Eleanor Kaminski spread out on her bed and I ate her pussy. Even though I used only my tongue and licked her softly and slowly, she came quickly. I didn’t stop, however, and after a somewhat longer and, ultimately, more animated spell—her hands clutching my head, my fingers buried in her cunt while I rimmed her squeaky-clean asshole—Eleanor Kaminski came for a second time: a protracted, mattress-thumping orgasm, and the last one I would ever give her. Though I like to think that I played some small part in future such occurrences.I often wondered if Big Ed Kaminski experienced the benefits of his Eleanor’s newfound adventurousness and sweet skills. If he felt a renewed sense of gratitude and appreciation for his charming, desperately sexy wife when, for the first time ever (if she’d told me the truth), she knelt before him one morning when he stepped from the shower and took his cock into her mouth, sucked and stroked him and bid him to come there, looked up at him with that kittenish gaze as he groaned and unleashed his torrent of cream that she—making the pretense of apprehension and some effort that accompanies a first oral load—swallows for him, telling him that she’s always wanted to do that.Would he marvel at his good fortune when she takes charge one day and tells him she would be on top for a change, and rides him hot and hard, her big breasts in hypnotic motion, until he experiences the loud satisfaction of her orgasm? And—both a little drunk and horny some hot night—would she call his dirty-talk bluff and tell him to stop threatening to fuck her up the ass and just do it? Fuck her big, beautiful, Polish ass. Fuck it and come in it.I really did hope so. He might be wary about how his wife had experienced such a transformation. But Eleanor Kaminski was a smart woman. A few strategically placed Cosmopolitan magazines left open to a certain kind of article would be enough to allay any of his suspicions. Maybe then he’d undergo his own transformation, and return to giving her the kind of attention that she deserved.Before I left that afternoon, Eleanor Kaminski dropped five little folded up squares of ten dollar bills into my hand.“Mrs. Kaminski,” I said. “I can’t take all this.”She took my hand in hers and closed it around the money.“It’s not like that,” she said. “Don’t think it’s about… you know, that. You’re going off to college. I planned on giving you a nice tip at the end of the summer no matter what. You’re going to need the money. Just take it.”She opened her arms and we embraced on her back porch, her big soft breasts pressed to my chest.“Just promise me one thing,” she whispered.“O-o-okay,” I said. I wasn’t sure what she was going to ask of me, but how I could refuse her anything at this point?“Don’t spend it on cigarettes,” she said and patted my ass. .:.

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I woke to hear my alarm clock radio telling me the weather forecast for the next district, having just missed my district. The weather forecast should come on just after I get out of the shower, so I can then decide what I need to wear for the day. But it should not be already on when I wake up. I had slept in again, and I was running at least twenty minutes late.I quickly dived into the bathroom, getting the shower running as I made my way to the loo. I simply could not afford to be late for work again. I had been late a few too many times lately. Somehow I managed to pull back almost fifteen minutes, but it was still a few minutes later than I’d like.I made my way into my garage, slipped into my car and turned the key. Nothing. I tried again, still nothing. I swore, tried a third time, not a flicker of life from my car. I sat for a moment dumbfounded, pulled the catch for the bonnet, and then had a quick look at to see if I could find out why it would not start.After another couple of minutes, I knew my car was going nowhere. My next best option was to catch the bus that passed two blocks away. I knew I was going to be late as the bus took twice as long to get into town. I scurried out the door and down to the corner, along the next block then around the corner towards the bus stop by the shops.I watched in dismay as the bus I wanted, pulled out then moved on through the lights ahead of me. If only I had taken the time to swap out from my heels for my sneakers, but then, I might have missed the bus anyway. I knew the bus ran on a fifteen-minute schedule. I was going to have to wait, and now there was nothing I could do about it either.Fifteen minutes full of self-doubts. After a rather nasty split with my boyfriend a few months ago, my life had been turned upside down, in and out and generally not making any kind of sense. While I had paid the rent, he had purchased most of the things we had together, and he decided to take more than his fair share away.I didn’t really want to be at work, the day had started out bad, and I would get a formal telling off for being late again. Adding to that was my car troubles, I had no idea what was wrong, and I couldn’t really afford to get it repaired.What I needed was a Knight in shining armor, to take me away from my dull and meaningless life. Just someone nice, modestly rich, that would help, but not a cheater, I had more than enough of them. Just someone who could hold and hug me, kiss me when I needed it, just someone sweet. Yeah right, like that was going to happen. NOT!The bus arrived and I joined the queue to board, I found a seat near the back and hunkered down to ride out the journey until I was at the stop closest to my work. As I tried in vain to ignore most people about me, I noticed most had jackets. Having missed the day’s forecast, I had hoped that today would be much the same as the previous day, mostly warm and sunny, and I had dressed accordingly.Quite a few minutes later, I was at the stop where I needed to get off and head to my work. As the bus pulled away, I felt a cold draft about my knees as the wind began to pick up. I gave a quick shiver and then hurried along with the wind whipping in behind me. I didn’t give it that much thought until I reached the small bridge over the local stream. I moved as quickly as I could, but there were some road repairs going up and onto the footpath, making the pathway quite rough.Disaster struck me as I tried to quickly make my way over the rough area. The wind suddenly picked up, a powerful gust caught me, swirling and curling about my legs, lifting my skirt right up and slapped it hard against my face. As I staggered back half a step, my heel slipped on the rough stones, my right foot twisting one way as my body twisted the other way.As I tumbled down, there was a horrible cracking noise from my right ankle. I crashed down, landing hard on my hands and knees, before nose-diving into the ground. I was stunned by the impact. I shook my head to clear the moment of dizziness, then I squealed as the pain in my right ankle shot right up my leg.I began to untangle my skirt from around my chest, hoping that nobody had seen such a display. But looking up, I saw a few others staring at me, clearly, they had seen my sudden upheaval, and now unsure of what to do. I tried to sit up more but my ankle gave a horrific jolt of pain. I squealed again.I heard someone come up behind me, calling out to me, “Whoo, whoo, take it easy. Can I help you?”A man’s voice came closer, just too awkward for me to turn and face him. I heard other more distant voices, calling out… “Are you hurt?”, “Are you alright?”, “You will be fine.””Can I help you,” the voice restated, this time much closer, and I could begin to see his shadow coming closer. Then he knelt down next to me, and I briefly saw the face of a rough young man. “Don’t try to get up, I think you have broken your ankle.”A woman then approached, “Are you alright. Can I do anything?”Before I could get my wits about me, the man answered for me. “Yes, can you please call for an Ambulance for her, suspected broken ankle. Please let me know when you have made the call.” His voice strong, clear, and straight to the point.I slowly turned my head towards the stranger beside me, he looked into my face and I back into his. In spite of his rough exterior, his eyes smiled and sparkled concern towards me. He moved closer, and helped me sit up, but stopped me from trying to get to my feet.I heard the woman again, telling us that an Ambulance was now on its way. She came close to me and held my hand, her hands so warm against mine, I didn’t realize that I had become so cold. I gave a shiver and sat staring at my ankle which was twisting out at an awkward angle.My mind seemed to go a bit numb, I could hear voices about me, asking me questions, but I was unsure who was wanting to know. I gave a shiver again, and then I felt a warm jacket being placed over my shoulders. I felt tired, confused, bewildered, I was at a loss to know what was going on any more.The woman next to me said that she needed to get to her work, but she could hear that the Ambulance was on its way. That left me with the young guy next to me who was trying to reassure me that I was going to be fine. No, I was not going to be fine, I knew that I was going to be in a whole lot of trouble with my work.I looked down at my ankle again, the pain had dulled to a soft annoying throb. Why did it not hurt? I shivered again as the cold wind made goosebumps on my exposed legs. The young guy stayed next to me, again trying to tell me not to worry.My mind drifted again, then I realized the guy was asking me my name.”Oh, I’m Jane, Jane Gray,” I hesitated to see if he picked up on my usual nick, “Plain Jane”.”Well, Jane, I’m Kelvin, Kelvin Johnstone.” He replied, his eyes sparkled as he told me. “Do you need anyone to stay with you when you go into the Ambulance? I don’t mind helping if you want.””Umm, I don’t know, you must have things you need to go and do. Are you going to be late for work?””No,” He chuckled, “No, I’m not really working today, just got to run a few errands, as well as met my wife.”Oh. Okay, he was married, why did that make me feel glum? I felt somehow disappointed. “Nice,” I replied. “Umm, how long have you been married?””No, no,” He chuckled again. “No, I’m not married, I came into town so I could find and meet my wife today.”This just turned very weird, I was totally confused now. I tried to say something a few times but changed my mind about what to say. Finally, I decided to tell him, “I don’t understand.””That’s alright, I live out on our farm, Fleece Hills. My Gran and Uncle mostly run the place, and I work with them. I don’t get out and into town that often, but my Gran told me it was time for me to get into town and find a nice girl to marry, so, here I am.””Oh,” I had no idea what to say then, I looked at him to see if he was joking, but he was serious. I was still feeling quite confused, why would he just turn up in town and expect to find a nice girl? This was really messing with my head.I looked at him again, trying to figure out what to say, then asked. “What do you do on the farm?”He smiled, “We do all sorts, we have sheep and cattle, some cropping for winter feed. I look after fences, moving the stock about, tractor work, making sure things run smoothly, we work as a team most of the time.” He looked at me again, his eyes sparkling as he did so, “Have you been out on a farm before?””Not for about fifteen years, when I was ten, our class did a farm visit, I honestly don’t recall much about it at all.” I looked down at my ankle, “I doubt I’ll be going anywhere near a farm for quite some time.”Something made me look at him again, and he looked back at me.”A broken ankle shouldn’t really stop you if you decide that you wanted to come and visit.”Did I really want to visit his farm? Did I really not want to visit his farm? Confusion struck me again. Until a couple of minutes ago, I had no idea about visiting any farms anytime in the near or distant future. The thought never occurred to me.”Are you sure, I would just get in the way, I wouldn’t be of any help at all. What would your Gran say if I turned up? Would she think I was going to be your wife?””Well, Gran is Gran, and if she thinks you are going to be my wife, well you just could be the one she sent me into town to find. And, I think, I would like that very much.””Wow, wait, hang on a minute, Me, your Wife? I, I…” My mind spun, I looked again at my ankle, I was totally helpless here, and I kind of just got the impression he was wanting to know if I was going to be his wife. And now part of me grabbed hold of that idea and began to send wild and weird thoughts racing through my mind.”Well, that is really up to you, if you want to.””Are, are you, asking, asking me, to, to be your wife?” I stuttered for the first time in my life. Shock must have been setting in.”Yes, I guess I am asking you to be my wife if it is okay with you.” He looked at me and his eyes looked deeply into mine, I felt the sparkle bridge the gap into mine. Then he looked serious, “Jane, will you be my wife?”Oh my God, Kelvin just asked me to marry him, hardly romantic, but the way things were going on in my life, not really that unexpected. Did I want to marry Kelvin? I knew almost nothing about him at all. Half of me wanted to jump at the chance, while the other half was trying to scream at me, don’t be so stupid. But before I could answer, the Ambulance had arrived and two medics approached us.It didn’t take long for them to confirm the I had a broken ankle, it seemed a straight forward break, but I’d need to get it seen too and put into a cast. The officers took my details and then the next thing I knew, I was being moved onto the stretcher to go into the Ambulance. I looked about to see if Kelvin was waiting, but I could not see him close.With the stretcher in place and secured, I looked up at the medic and burst into tears. My emotions overwhelmed me for a minute or so, it was just too much happening for me to comprehend. I felt a small bump as we began to go to the hospital, after that, I had no idea what I was going to do.I finally managed to get a few thoughts together and rang my work, telling them I had a broken ankle and would let them know as soon as I could when I could get back to work. My boss did not sound at all impressed. Then I tried to ring my sister, but there was no reply as she usually had her phone off during work hours. I let a message for her hoping she might be able to come and collect me if she found the message in time.In due course, I had my ankle in plaster, I had also been poked, prodded, and otherwise thoroughly checked over, along with Anadolu yakası escort bayan my knees bandaged. Looking and feeling somewhat worse for wear, the Doctors and Nurses had done their best, and it was time for me to go back home. It was then I realize I still had the jacket that had been placed over my shoulders to keep me warm.I slipped the jacked off for a moment, and began to look at it. Inscribed on the front right breast was Fleece Hills, while the left side was inscribed, Kelvin. I had Kelvin’s warm jacket, and I had no idea how to let him know that I would not need it anymore. I slung the jacket back on and dug my hands deep into the pockets, I quickly discovered the jacket had numerous pockets.I found a rather battered business card, but one with Kelvin’s number on it, and a note, “ring me”. I hoped that I could arrange for him to get his jacket back and to thank him for being so kind. Then I recalled what he had asked me just before the medics arrived. Did I have an answer ready for him?Twenty minutes later, Kelvin was helping me into his four-wheel-drive truck outside the hospital. It was somewhat awkward, but I realized it would have been much worse in my sister’s mini. Then we were on the way back to my place, Kelvin seemed to be good at not making me bump or twist about at all as we maneuvered through the streets till we arrived outside my place.Kelvin helped me out of his truck and inside my flat. He made sure I was as comfortable as possible and then made me a cup of tea. Then he did a double check of me, to make sure I was going to be all okay, then he asked if I would like him to visit later in the day. I thought it was a good idea.Then as he was heading out my door, I had a sudden crazy moment of reckless thought. I called out to him.”Kelvin! Yes, the answer is yes.”There was a pause, then Kelvin returned back to look at me, “Are you sure?””Yes, I’m sure, I want to be your wife.”Kelvin walked back over to me, then he very gently kissed me, “That is wonderful, I know you won’t regret this.” He kissed me again. “I need to get a few more things done, but I will be back later and we can discuss how and when you would like to get married.I began to stretch out on my sofa, starting to slowly relax. The pain killers had finally kicked in. I closed my eyes for a moment, sucked in a deep breath and slowly blew it back out. I woke nearly four hours later, as I needed to pee. I hobbled off to the bathroom, then hobbled to the kitchen, putting on the kettle for a hot drink, then I returned to the lounge and straightened the cushions on the sofa.I never knew just how heavy the plaster would be on my leg. I slowly returned back to the kitchen, making myself an instant coffee, then started back to the lounge.There was a brief knock on the door, so I hobbled over and slowly swung the door open, Kelvin stood there grinning at me.“Hello again, are you feeling a bit better now?” He asked as I ushered him in.“Not too bad now, I actually fell asleep for a while.” I hobbled back to the sofa. “The kettle just boiled if you want a drink.”“Thanks, I give it a miss this time. I just really wanted to see how you were and if you still stood by your decision.”I thought for a brief moment, trying to get my thoughts into some kind of chaotic order. I looked at Kelvin.“Yes, I stand by what I said, I do want to be your wife.” I took a deep breath, “Do you want to be my husband?”“Yes, I do wish to be your husband, thank you for accepting my offer.” He smiled at me then took a couple of steps closer and kissed me. I kissed him back. God! It felt good.Kelvin broke the kissing, “So, when would you like to get married?”My brain when it to chaos, a date to get married? “Umm, I think we can rule out this coming weekend,” I pointed down at my ankle, “but, I’m free after that.” Did I really just say that?“Well, anytime soon will be fine with me too. The following weekend, the fifteenth?”“Yeah, The fifteenth sounds good to me. I have no idea where though.”“I guess that depends on what kind of wedding you would like, a church, the registry office, country fair, lots of guests or just a few?” Kelvin grinned at me. “If you like, there is a big hall at Gem Valley, which is about fifteen minutes from our farm. The local Country Women’s Institute would love to do the catering too. I’m sure you would get on well with themThe less I had to organize, the better, I quickly agreed to use the hall. Now I had to get a few friends to attend before I disappeared into the high country.“Just one more thing.” Kelvin asked, “Did you want to come out for part of this weekend and meet up with my family, and I could then meet up with yours too?”Meet up with my family sent a slight chill through me. My sister was okay, but sometimes she bullied me, my older brother was somewhere on a hike in the Andes. My father had passed away, and while I was ok with mom, her boyfriend who she hooked up with since, was a total rotten ass, and he controlled my mother. He had cleaned out most of dad’s inheritance too. He also had tried to take what had been left for us kids too.”Most of my family won’t be able to attend, but I don’t mind, my sister should be able to make it. I’ll see what I can do, I have a brother, he’s off somewhere in the Andes. I can send him an email, but I doubt he will be able to make it.””No worries, just see who can attend. I need to go and get back to the farm. Can I pick you up after lunch on Friday? Bring you back Saturday or early Sunday?””Yes, Friday would be good, I still need to learn to walk on crutches. Sunday morning should be good too.”Kelvin kissed me again then he departed, leaving me with my mind in a whirl. I was going to get married. Oh Yeah, I was going to get married!I found a note pad and began to write down all the things that I was going to need to get done and a list of whom I wanted to invite. I definitely would need a dress, my sister would need to be my bridesmaid, and I would need to get to a beauty parlor to get my hair done. I had no idea how on earth I was going to pay for any of this.My phone rang, my sister was getting back to me.”Hi, Trudy.””Hi, Jane, what on earth have you done now? Are you okay? Where are you?””Trudy, I broke my ankle on my way to work this morning, so I guess not so much okay, but hanging on in there. I’m back home now.””God, Jane, you sure know how to make things difficult for yourself. Are you okay by yourself or do you need me to come over?””I’m currently doing well enough, but I’d like you to come over a bit later if you can. Just one other thing, are you free next Saturday, the fifteenth?””Yes, I think I’m free, but why?””Umm,” I just had to tell her and hope she didn’t fly off the handle at me. “Well, I’m getting married, and I want you as my bridesmaid.””What the fuck are you on about? I thought you ditched that meathead, Caleb. Did you bang your head when you broke your ankle?” Her voice was very terse to me.”I. Yes, no, I, I mean yes, I did bang my head, but no, it’s not Caleb. It’s Kelvin, He’s really nice.” I added hopefully.”Jane, you’re not pregnant, are you?””No, no, I’m not pregnant, Kelvin and I haven’t been together yet.””God! Jane, you didn’t tell me you have a new boyfriend, how long have you known him?”My heart sank, this was not going well. “Umm, I met him this morning.””YOU WHAT?” Trudy began to screech, “You met him this morning? And he asked you to marry him? Are you out of your mind?””Yes, I met him today, and he did very nicely ask me to marry him. So I agreed.””FOR FUCKS SAKE, JANE!” Her voice went up an octave, making me cringe. “Have you totally lost your marbles? That is the dumbest thing I have heard from you in a long time. You can not be for real.””Please, I really want to marry Kelvin, he’s very sweet.””Jane, listen to me, this is crazy, you can’t get married, you have no idea what he really is like. Don’t make the mistake mom did, you will end up being badly hurt.””Trudy, it’s not the same, please, I really want to go through with this.””Jane, you are in shock or something,” She sighed, “I’ll be over in about an hour, we can sort this out then, Okay?””Yes, I think you need to meet Kelvin, then you will know and understand how I feel.”Trudy hung up the call. I slumped back down on my sofa. Was I really crazy? I guess a bit. Was it a really dumb thing for me to do? Well, looking back at my past boyfriends, this seemed to make a lot more sense that the runabout I had from most of them.Did I really want to marry Kelvin? Yeah, I did, I had no doubts about that one. Something about him made me trust him, the way he was kind to me, and how he helped me when I took the tumble. Ok, it was really weird being asked to marry him inside five minutes of meeting him, but he was honest about it. And, when he kissed me, that sparked like nothing I had ever felt before.I went back over my list again, then I decided to email my brother, hoping that somehow he might be able to make it, or at least send a card. I hummed and hared about inviting mom, I knew she would be put out if I did not ask her, but I also knew that her partner would just cause trouble if he attended. I decided it was too hard to figure out now, and I would decide to follow up in a day or two.I had to keep reminding myself I just wanted a simple country style wedding, nothing flash. I had no idea about getting a dress, did I still need to wear white? What should I do about flowers? in the end, I decided to put my list down and come back to it in the morning when I had a chance to clear my head some more.My sister arrived, we did a fair bit of yelling at each other, then I cried. She finally agreed to reserve her judgment until after she met Kelvin on Sunday. We hugged and then got a bottle of wine. The evening seemed to rapidly disappear, and then I went to bed.I woke the next morning feeling kind of fuzzy, still in a dither from my fall and the following events. I wanted to shower, but had no idea what to do with the plaster, I didn’t think it a good idea to get it wet. In the end, I gave myself a sponge bath and hoped I didn’t miss too much.Getting dressed proved to be somewhat awkward, I had wanted to wear my track pants, but I realized they would not go over the cast, and for that matter, I struggled to get my panties to go on as well. Finally, I was dressed in a baggy top and a longish skirt. I organized some laundry, knowing my usual weekend days were going to be too busy.I fluffed about for some time, trying to figure out what I should do first, then I settled down and began to go back through my list. I contacted a few of my friends, telling them about my wedding. I again hesitated about inviting my mom, but in the end, I sent her an email, letting her know what was going on. Then I began to rework the list adding in more things I needed to do, or things that both of us would need to do over the weekend to get everything ready.I went out for a brief walk just to try to get used to using crutches. I made it as far as the corner shop, I bought a couple of bars of chocolate, then I hobbled back home again. I slept for a couple of hours in the afternoon, then it was dinner time, and soon after I was in bed, quickly falling asleep.I woke up late the next morning, Friday morning, Kelvin would arrive just after lunch. I had to get myself ready. I needed to pack as well as get myself dressed again.I checked my emails, I had a few replies about my wedding, most in a similar vein to my sister’s reaction. Was I crazy? Quite possibly. There was no reply from neither my mom, nor my brother, but that was to be expected. I hobbled about trying to get ready, but in my usual style, I still managed to waste a fair bit of time on details Escort Kurtköy before I knew what I was going to do.All of a sudden, it was time, where on earth did the morning get off to? A knock on the door and Kelvin was there ready to help me. He kissed me and I kissed him back. Yeah, it sure felt good again.Kelvin carried my bag out to his truck, then he helped me hobble out as well. He asked about my car, and I told him it was broken, again. He promised to look at it when we got back. I swung up into the passenger seat, then Kelvin climbed up into the driver’s seat. Then we kissed again. Bliss.As we drove out of town, we began to talk. We ranged in topics and viewpoints, but all in all, we got on very well together. Then we talked about the wedding. We discussed several ideas and what we both wanted, agreeing that the hall at Gem Valley would work out fine, we could even have a look at it on the way.We turned off the main highway, then began to climb into the ranges of hills that bordered the province. Soon we arrived at a more rural town, where we stopped for refreshments and trip to the bathroom. Kelvin explained this was the last town before we entered the high country. There were a couple of villages, but none with shopping. We still had over half an hour to go.For the next twenty minutes, we listened to some music, singing and clapping to songs, it seemed we both liked the same kind of music too.We then walked slowly about the Hall at Gem Valley, it was one of those old-time kinds of halls that dotted the rural landscape. It looked wonderful. The only downside was the lack of accommodation close by, but there had been a couple of good motels back down the road at the town, along with some bed and breakfast stays.We then headed for Fleece Hills. The road wound its way up through a narrow valley, before opening out into a broad plateau. there was a big gateway with a sign for Fleece Hills. We wound our way alongside a river then the homestead came into view. I was quite impressed.We pulled up and Kelvin helped me out of his truck, then took me around the big wide veranda to the other side where the view overlooked the river beyond a lush green lawn. Several large and broad trees skirted the view, but in the distance were snow-capped mountains.Kelvin got me seated at a table and made sure that I was comfortable, then he told me he needed to unload his truck and let the others know he was back. For a moment I was alone, admiring the view.”Burrow!”I looked down, I saw a large grey and white cat looking up at me, checking me out. Then with a quick flick of its tail, it leaped up and landed on my lap, and burst out purring. Growing up, we did not have pets, so it was only at my friend’s places that I had anything to do with cats, and that really wasn’t that much. I began to slowly stroke it, and the purring increased.A couple of minutes later I heard footsteps approaching, I looked about and saw Kelvin and an older woman approaching.”Jane, his is my Gran, Isobelle, Izzy for short.””Hello,” I replied, not sure if I should move or not. “Thank you for letting me stay. It looks like a wonderful place to live.”To say that Kelvin’s Gran looked anything like a Gran would be a total understatement. She was tall, taller than Kelvin, a slender build and she wore overalls and boots and had a beaming smile on her face, and short golden hair pulled back. She and Kelvin walked step in step, and it was clear she carried herself in total confidence, and dare I say it, she was in command.”Hello, Jane, wonderful to meet you. You are very much welcome here.” She beamed at me, I knew then I had made the right decision to come out to visit and then to get married.Then she noticed the cat on my lap. “Oh my goodness, is that Jojo on your lap? You really are honored. That’s a first, Jojo usually keeps her distance with strangers.”Jojo purred louder at hearing her name. Izzy chuckled and shook her head. It was then I realized that Izzy did not have short hair, but her hair was in a long plait down her back to her waist.Izzy sat next to me at the table, while Kelvin went inside to get us some refreshments. Jojo purred even louder, then stretched up and put her paws on each side of my neck and kind of gave me a hug.”Well, I think that settles that. Jojo has already decided that you are here to stay.” Izzy smiled at me.Kelvin returned with refreshments, and sat on the other side of me, looking quite sheepish.”I must admit, that when I sent Kelvin into town, I was only just kidding about him finding a girl to get married. But, I must say, he did rather well, although I didn’t quite expect him to want the wedding next weekend. We will, however, look forward to that.”We chatted for about half an hour before Izzy showed me to the room where I was going to stay.Something here just felt right to me, this was where I belonged, not the city where I currently lived, I was just out of step with it. It seemed as if all my cares and worries no longer existed here. I sat on the bed, trying to think about what I should do when Jojo jumped up and sat next to me purring again. Maybe doing nothing was the best idea.Having a broken ankle is hard and tiring work, and with Jojo snuggled up next to me, I quickly fell asleep. I woke when Izzy came to tell me dinner would be ready in a few minutes. I freshened up and then went to the dining room to see if I could be of any help.At dinner, I met Ivan and Daphne, Kelvin’s Uncle and Aunt. They were pleased to see me and were very friendly to me. They were looking forward to having the wedding as it was quite rare for there to be a wedding in the area now. We chatted about all sorts of things over dinner, and I quickly began to listen and absorb all that they said.After dinner, I was taken by Izzy to a different room where there was some clothing laid out, including a rather stunning wedding dress. Izzy explained that some of it belonged to Kelvin’s mother, and it was too good to part with and it may just fit me.I stripped off and with Izzy’s help, I pulled on the wedding dress, I was a bit of a different shape, but with a bit of care and attention, it could quite quickly be made to fit. Izzy told me that it would be an honor if I could wear the dress, I agreed. We arranged to use Saturday afternoon to make the adjustments and ensure it fitted correctly.I stopped and took a good look at myself in the mirror, I had a wedding dress, and in just over a week, I was going to be married. It kind of hit me hard, this was actually happening, and somehow I was very happy for it to be happening like this.I slipped off the dress, then put on my own clothes again. I thanked and hugged Izzy, then we went back to the lounge to chat with Daphne, as she was chairwoman of the local Country Women’s Institute. She would be the one who would organize the Hall and the catering for the wedding. We all talked deep into the evening.Kelvin then escorted me off to bed, as I was getting very tired again. We kissed and cuddled for a few minutes before I changed ready for bed. For a minute, I wasn’t sure if he was wanting to get into bed with me or not. He grinned at me, then told me that I looked beautiful. I giggled. I had never been told I looked beautiful while in my nightie before.Kelvin pulled me close kissing me passionately, his body firmly against mine. “Jane, I know you are very tired, and we will have quite a busy day tomorrow, while I think both of us would like to be together a bit longer, we both are a bit too tired and need to rest. I will see you in the morning. Now would you like toast or cereal for breakfast?””Umm, a couple of bits of toast would be wonderful, thank you. And, Kelvin, thanks for being so sweet too.”I snuggled down in the bed, quite exhausted. “Burrow.” Jojo arrived and settled next to me.I woke the next morning as the sun began to stream into my room. I heard voices coming from the kitchen, and decided that I needed a bathroom visit first. I found a dressing gown over the end of my bed and pulled it on. Then after the trip to the bathroom, I hobbled out to the kitchen.I was promptly offered a cup of coffee and directed to sit at the kitchen table. Izzy and Daphne were there, the guys had already headed out for the day. They chatted over breakfast, talking about the farm, what stock they had, the different parts of the farm and some of the future plans that they had.After breakfast, I had my cast wrapped in plastic, so that I could get to have a decent shower, and also wash my hair. I felt good to be able to shower again. I went back to my room and quickly dressed.I spent the next hour or so with Daphne, going over the details for the wedding, the hall, and the reception after. Sitting and chatting with her made me feel wanted and accepted. But with such a short time frame, I found it hard to know just how many guests that I would be inviting, I knew my sister would attend, even if she did not think it a good idea, and about five had replied to my requests so far, I hoped to at least double that number.Izzy arrived with coffee and a plate of small cakes. We chatted again about the farm, and Izzy suggested that we could take a whirl around the place so I could see just how big it really was. That got me confused, I didn’t think that I could go too far with my ankle in plaster. Daphne chuckled and tried to reassure me that I would be fine.I hobbled as we headed outside then around the back of the house, through a gate in the hedge, and then past a couple of big sheds. As we rounded the end of the closest shed I got quite a surprise, there in front of the sheds was a blue helicopter. I had never ridden in a helicopter before.Izzy grinned at me, “There are a few ways we use to get around the farm. We can walk, we can drive, we can ride, and we can fly. I like flying the best.”Izzy and Daphne helped me into the helicopter and then made sure I was well buckled in. Izzy then went to the other side and swung into the other seat. we put on headsets and plugged them in. “We are prepped and ready to go.”We took off and then flew around the house, then over to the river that ran near to the house and followed it up into the hills beyond. I was feeling ecstatic, looking all around at the different things that we passed over. Then we banked over and went up a side valley. A short distance up there was a pond with a small dam. Two figures waved at us, and I realized it was Kelvin and Ivan.From there, we then flew further up the valley till we reached a ridgeline with a long wire fence, Izzy told me it was the farm boundary. We flew further into the mountains, then again we followed another fence line, back down towards some hills and valleys. Izzy told me the land beyond was mountain reserve, and sometimes hunters crossed over the land to gain access to the reserve.We then flew down a valley, where a hut was nestled against a grove of trees. I was told it was mustering hut with basic stockyards where they would stay while bringing in stock from the surrounding area. There were another three huts located in different parts of the farm.We swung back and followed a river back down out of the hills and then I saw in the distance the homestead. Again we circled over the house and sheds, then we came into land. Daphne was there waiting for us and was ready to help me back out from the helicopter.To say I was giddy with excitement was perfectly true. I just had one of the most amazing trips I could ever dream about. Daphne helped me out and we moved clear, then Izzy went through her procedures to shut down the helicopter. I sure could understand Izzy’s rational about flying.I helped Daphne arrange a light lunch for us all, then helped out in the clean up after. I knew Maltepe escort that I was going to be with Izzy to sort out and fit the wedding dress. I looked about but Izzy was nowhere to be seen.Then about a minute later, Izzy did reappear, but it took me a moment to realize that it was Izzy. She looked stunning. She had on a long, bright yellow sun frock, her hair was loose, cascading down her front, sides, and back, and she had her wonderful grin on her face. Her hair caught the sun and she looked like she was a glowing nimbus of light. The transformation from serious overalls and flight suit to almost hippy dazzled me.I spent most of the afternoon with Izzy, putting on and taking off the wedding dress, then sitting or standing around in my bra and panties while she made an adjustment. We carried on talking and getting to know each other better. All in all, it was a very pleasant way to spend the afternoon.Once the wedding dress had been sorted, We went out for a brief walk to look at what was near to the house. There was a large orchard, vegetable gardens, a stable and yard for horses, kennels with runs for the working dogs, a number of sheds, and a well set out flower garden. As we walked about, I became aware that I was being followed, a ball of grey and white fluff darted about keeping a close eye on me.“Come on, Jojo,” I called out.Jojo bounded up to me, smooched my hand, purring hard out, then with a bound, she took off again to hide amongst the bushes, ready to follow me again.Having Jojo chase after me, made me realize that I was very happy to be here, I felt content for the first time in ages. I just felt like I just fitted in, nobody was trying to judge me, nobody was trying to catch me out. There was just a warm air of acceptance for me being there.Kelvin and Ivan returned late in the afternoon, then we set about preparing to have a nice dinner out on the veranda. Another car arrived; Ivan and Daphne’s daughter Maggie and her husband Mitchell would also be attending dinner. They were both vets at the nearby town. They were very much down to earth, excited at the prospect of the wedding, and were very friendly to me.We again talked late into the evening. I found out what Kelvin and Ivan had been up too. The pond and dam had eroded during a storm a couple of months ago, so they were repairing the damage, and also planting a few trees to give more shelter. I quickly learned that water was critical for the operations of the farm.My leg began to ache, so I made my farewells and went to bed. A moment later, Jojo joined me, then Kelvin came in to make sure I was well settled. We kissed and cuddled for a few minutes, simply enjoying being close together. Then Kelvin bade me goodnight, and I snuggled down with Jojo next to me, happily purring into my ear.I woke the next morning feeling much better. Jojo yawned and stretched, then headed out, no doubt to find something to eat. I decided to do much the same but with a bathroom stop along the way.Breakfast was toast, and everyone was gathered at the kitchen table. We figured out a list of things that we needed to get organized and ready for the next weekend. Then I showered and began to pack, much to the disquiet of Jojo. I tried to let her know that I would be back, but she was unsure and wasn’t quite ready to believe me.All packed and ready to go, I gave both Izzy and Daphne, a hug and a thank you. Then Kelvin began to help me into his truck.“Meow!”I stopped and hobbled over to the veranda where Jojo sat, looking disgruntled. It was hard to pick her up while I hobbled about on my crutches. I rubbed Jojo behind her ears, and she began to softly purr. I tried again to promise that I would be back soon.After a couple of minutes, Izzy came over and took over patting Jojo, allowing me to hobble back to the truck. Once in place, I waved them farewell and then we were on our way again.We called in at the hall again, then we carried on to the nearby town, where we visited the local motel and made arrangements for visitors who were likely to come to the wedding. The lady at the reception was very helpful, offering a group discount, and putting me in the best room for a couple of days prior to the actual wedding, telling me not to worry about the arrangements.After the motel, we had one more person to contact, and we quickly found their address, an old cottage almost covered in climbing roses. There was a sign at the gate, Karen and Oliver Hobbs, JP.Before we could knock at the door it opened and I older woman welcomed us and invited us inside. She looked and me and then at Kelvin, she grinned at him.“Kelvin, wonderful to see you again, and who is this lucky lady?”Kelvin replied, “Karen, this is Jane, Perhaps not quite so lucky.” He pointed to my ankle, “I guess you heard the news about the wedding.”Karen Laughed, a warm and pleasant laugh. “I gathered that is why you came to visit me. And yes, I can do the honors. It’s been a while since we had a wedding in these parts. Come, come through and sit in the kitchen, I will go find the paperwork that you will need.”A few minutes later, we had tea and cake, along with several forms to fill in.Then Oliver arrived, and Kelvin greeted him as Granddad. For a moment I was confused but then it dawned on me that he must have been from the other parents’ family.That made me think about my family again, and I wondered just how many would make it to the wedding. I didn’t recall my grandparents; I only had very vague memories of them from when I was small, but they had not survived the intervening years. No, I didn’t have much of a family left to invite.We chatted and then we were back on the road, heading back into town. Why did I not want to go back to the city? I knew then it was time for me to move on from my life in the city. I still needed to sort out my car, my work, the back rent I owed on the flat. It was going to take a bit of time to get it all sorted out.We arrived and Kelvin helped me out of his truck and inside. The place was still a bit of a bombsite from when I departed a couple of days ago. I headed to the bathroom while Kelvin went to the kitchen to sort out some lunch. Yep, Kelvin knew his way around a kitchen and made us a very nice lunch.We discussed what we wanted to do for a honeymoon, but with my ankle in a cast, I would not be able to do too much. So after a bit of discussion, we agreed to postpone the honeymoon for about three months, so my ankle would heal and not give me any problems. It also would work out well for Kelvin, as it would be a quiet time for on the farm.After that, I began to do a tidy up but quickly began to run out of steam. I told Kelvin I needed a break, and he helped me onto my bed, He slipped onto the bed beside me and gave me a very nice cuddle. Then we kissed and then kissing got heated. We began to rub each other’s backs, then I felt Kelvin’s hand on my breast, God it felt nice.Thirty seconds later, I had Kelvin’s tee off and he had my top off, quickly followed by my bra. His skin on my skin, we hugged each other fiercely, hands running up and down our bodies while we kissed. Then Kelvin lowered his head and I felt his mouth fasten onto my nipple.”Yes, Yes, Oh, Yes,” I groaned as my nipple was sucked firmly into his mouth. I was in heaven again, it felt so good!Kelvin took his time taking both my nipples deep into her mouth, then softly and gently squeezing my breasts, The effect was electrifying, and I started to get really wet.Kelvin helped me take down my skirt, then he ran his hand over my panties. “Mmm, ice blue panties. I’ve got the feeling that I’ve seen these before,” he teased me. “Let me see, you wore these on the day we met.”I blushed and cringed slightly at that thought, recalling that day and having my skirt blown up into my face, leaving me totally exposed from my waist down. “You saw?” I squeaked.”Yeah, I saw, I was walking towards you, about a dozen paces away from you when the wind caught your skirt. I got a good eyeful of the view. Dare I admit, I thought it was a nice view.”I tried hard not to blush even more. “So, so, that’s why you wanted to propose to me?” Then I lost it and laughed. Kelvin quickly joined in as he began to pull my panties down.A moment later, Kelvin climbed back on my bed totally naked. His hand glided over my mound while I reached down and took hold of his swollen cock as we kissed again. Gently we both began to rub each other and our arousal increased. It sure felt good to be touched again.I wanted Kelvin inside me, and he wanted to be inside me, but my right leg and ankle were a bit of a problem, as it lay straight out from my body, and shifting the angle was too awkward. I could ease my left leg wide, but it still meant my body aligned straight on to my right leg, not giving much room for his cock to access my pussy.We tried a few positions and angles but it was still too awkward. Then, at Kelvin’s suggestion, I placed my pillow under me, then I lay back with my legs fairly close together with a small gap in between. Kelvin then straddled me, aiming his cock at the gap between my legs. He leaned up over me and began to push his cock down between my thighs.There was very little I could do then, I couldn’t move much at all as Kelvin’s cock began to press in against me. To say it was somewhat awkward would be an understatement, but we tried, and slowly but surely, Kelvin’s cock began to worm its way into me.Kevin began to slowly fuck me. It felt good, it felt right, it was what I really needed, the position wasn’t the best, but it was better than anything else we could think up. Kelvin’s cock began to go in deeper and deeper, feeling better and better. I began to pant and puff as the euphoria in my lower belly began to spread.I groaned and quivered as I orgasmed, happy to achieve the peak while in the awkward position. A moment later, I felt Kelvin climax as well, I hugged him tighter. It sure was a good result for our first fuck together.Kelvin slipped slowly off me and lay next to me cuddling me, he had a sheepish grin on his face. I felt drowsy, happy in the warm afterglow of sexual pleasure. I began to doze, then I felt Kelvin slide slowly off the bed, pulling the blanket up over me, then heading out from my room.I woke to the sound of my car starting, then being turned off again. Kelvin poked his head around the corner of my bedroom door, looking to see if I was awake. I slowly opened one eye and looked at him hopefully.”Your battery was totally dead, but as luck would have it, I do have a spare you can use in the meantime.””Thank you,” I replied, trying hard not to yawn at the same time.Time was progressing an I still needed to organize dinner for my sister. I went to the bathroom for a pee and refreshed. Then I dressed again. I hobbled out to the kitchen and began to gather up all that I wanted for dinner.Dinner was about halfway ready when my sister arrived, and I introduced her to Kelvin. She eyed him warily, unsure what to make of him. She brightened when he offered her a glass of wine. Kelvin and Trudy chatted and began to warm to each other while I carried on cooking dinner.Over dinner, we all chatted and got to know more about each other, then we began to discuss the wedding plans.Trudy told us that we were both crazy, but she agreed that we were somehow meant to be for each other. She did have concerns about the rush to get married, but then she agreed to be there for me. We hugged as I thanked her. After that, we began to go through all the details that we needed to get sorted for my big day, making lists to ensure we did not forget anything.Trudy departed once we had thrashed most of the details, then I invited Kelvin to stay the night, but I knew he would have to leave very early the next morning. Both of us were quite tired, so we cuddled in bed, promising us a much more fun night after our wedding.We fell asleep in each other’s arms, I woke briefly when Kelvin got up and made himself some toast. He came back to kiss me and we had a good hug before he needed to go, I then went back to sleep.To be continued…

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After I broke up with my live-in girlfriend I was kind of at a loose end.  So I became more involved with the local Rotary again.  I had by that time became one of the ‘old hands’, which was good since the local club had swelled with many new recent college graduates joining at the urging of their company officers.  I became more involved in the service side of the club as well;  volunteering at the local Special Olympics, helping to organize a silent auction and other things.Just after Christmas, I was asked by the club president to help a local high school prepare a team for an academic Olympics.  He was putting together a team of ‘coaches’ who would help the teen AO members in various subjects.  My subject was math and physics, which fit my background as an engineer perfectly.So it was that after work on Wednesday, I was at a local high school.  The other coaches and I were there to be briefed by the faculty sponsor of the Academic Olympic team about what the role of academic coach was all about.  There were five of us chatting casually in one of the teacher’s lounges when the sponsor came in.  The sponsor was a woman, and boy, what a woman!  She stood about five-foot-seven and appeared to be in her early thirties, but what was striking was her figure.  She was just curvy enough to be beautiful without appearing overweight.  She had a curvaceous ass and breasts which were arresting but not overly large.  My mouth ran dry at the sight of her.She introduced herself as Sophia (her last name isn’t important) and she was one of the vice-principals of the high school.  Most of what she said went in one ear and out the other because I spent most of the meeting admiring her figure.  She was wearing a black skirted suit which, while professional, showed off her curves quite effectively.  The shirt under her suit jacket was open at the front and showed a hint of creamy cleavage.  On top of everything else, she had a large, full mouth and a full head of dark, slightly curly hair.  “Any questions?” I heard her say, which snapped me out of my reverie.  I wanted to ask her what her measurements were but fortunately thought better of it.  However, as soon as she said that her eyes locked on to mine for about three seconds, in a glance that I can only describe as ‘interest’.  I was hoping my face remained passive as the look was quite jolting, but I soon was distracted she went on to say, “let’s meet the team now.”We followed her to a classroom where Sophia made introductions to the students.  All seemed eager and intelligent, and all deferred to Sophia whenever she spoke to them, addressing her as, ‘yes, ma’am,’ and the such.  This was a lady who took nonsense from no one, a fact I filed away.For the remainder of the day, Sophia never spoke to me directly, although there were two more instances where I caught the ‘interest’ glance.  I was thinking about approaching her myself, but something about her vibe made me think instead to wait until she made a move.  I could tell the woman liked to be in control.The following week we met again with the Academics Olympics team.  Working with them on math and physics was actually fun, for they were all obviously the cream of the crop in terms of capability, and eagerly took in whatever I told them.  Sophia spoke to us coaches before we left, and at the end spoke her first words to me, saying, “I think you missed your calling as a teacher.”  I thanked her and she smiled and breezed off to tend to more vice-principal tasks.The following week was pretty much the same.  By the way, many of the students on the team were quite attractive adolescent ladies on the verge of becoming adults and further wore pretty revealing clothing.  My mind, however, was on the beautiful vice-principal, who seemed to become more appealing in my mind each time I saw here.  This time, after her usual out-brief to the coaches, before we left, Sophia brushed me on the arm gently.  As the others walked away I was left quite alone with her.  She smiled and asked, “Can I call you Sam?””Of course, if I can call you, Sophia,” I replied.  She smiled and said, “I see you grew up in Ohio.”I was taken aback briefly as to where she would have come by that fact until I remembered we all had had to fill out a fairly extensive form to be allowed to become academic coaches, which was I assume followed up by background checks.  Being a vice-principal Sophia would, of course, have seen all of that.”I’m at a disadvantage.  You know much about me but I know little about you,” I replied.Sophia merely went on.  “Moving to Southern California must have been quite a change for you,” she said.”Well, I’ve been here three years now, so I’m managing all right,” I replied.”Are you currently unattached?” she asked. I felt like she probably knew already, but replied, “Yes, I had a nasty break-up recently, but I’ve made a clean break and am moving on.”Sophia was wearing a dark skirt with a white peasant-style blouse that day, somewhat different from her usual business attire.  For the first time, I noticed the top two buttons had recently been unbuttoned, and the tops of her luscious cleavage were not visible.  “I take it you’re unattached?” I asked.Sophia shook her head.  “No, I’m quite alone in the world.  I’ve never been married,” she replied.  I thought there must be a story there, but thought better to pry.We had been standing near the door to the classroom, and Sophia turned and quietly close the door.  Before I could consider this development she came and stood very near to me, and looked up into my face.”I was wondering,” she said, looking me directly in the eye with a gaze that froze me like a deer staring into headlights, “if you would like to come to my house tonight, for some dinner, and some intimacy.”Damn!  This was unexpected.  I felt for a second like someone who had won the lottery.  It’s not every day that a beautiful, intelligent woman offers to sleep with you.  I paused, which was good so I wouldn’t blurt Anadolu yakası escort out one of my usual immature witticisms.  Instead, I said, “so, you mean…?””Yes,” Sophia said, interrupting, “I’m inviting you to my home, and my bed.”I grinned.  “I don’t see how I could turn this down,” I said.Sophia laughed, which was the first time I had heard her laugh.  “You didn’t seem terribly shocked when I made my proposal.”I shook my head.  “I’ve been in LA long enough I think I’ve lost my capacity for astonishment.”She laughed again and reached into a pocket of her skirt.  “Here are directions to my house,” she said, “about six?”I took the paper and said, “I’ll be there.”  Sophia put her hand on my cheek for a moment, then quickly went out the door.  Went I went in the hallway she was already scolding a group of boys who were hanging about near the lockers too long.  I thought for a moment what I might be getting myself in to.————————————–I arrived at Sophia’s house at 6 pm sharp.  She didn’t seem the type who would appreciate someone being ‘fashionable’.She lived in a very ritzy neighborhood, and her house was large and two-story, with yards and flower beds which were professionally maintained.  As I rang her bell I wondered how she could swing this on even a vice-principal’s salary.Sophia answered the door by opening with only her face around the edge of it, hiding most of her body.  I stepped inside and found she was wearing a silk bathrobe that went just down to her knees.  It only barely covered her breasts and her nipples stood out quite distinctly.  She was also doused in a quite alluring fragrance.  Apparently she had been serious about the intimacy part.She took my hand and showed me around her home.  It was large and very nicely furnished, and she seemed rather proud of it.  After several minutes she could tell what I was thinking and said, “I know, I couldn’t afford this on what a vice-principal makes.  I inherited a great deal of money from my parents when they died.”Well, that explained that.  I started to pay less attention to her home and more to her.  It was clear she wasn’t wearing a bra, and presently (as she went up the stairs in front of me) it was clear she wasn’t wearing panties as well.  As we ascended I could see her spectacular ass, with a hint of lips between her legs.  “There’s less to see up here,” she said, taking my hand again.  She led me into what I assumed was her bedroom.  It was a large master bedroom, nicely furnished.  I could see a large walk-in closet and an even larger bathroom.  Sophia made no attempt at showing me around but led me to her large bed.  I could see that the large comforter was turned down and laid on a large chest at the foot of the bed, and the blanket and sheet were likewise turned down.  Sophia turned to face me.”I thought we could break the sexual tension right off by having sex now, and have dinner later if that’s OK with you.  Do you need anything first, like a glass of water or something?”I said I was OK, to which she replied, “fine,” and with one movement dropped her robe.It’s possible to overuse words like ‘spectacular’, ‘incredible’, and ‘breathtaking’ but not in this case.  Sophia had a body she obviously put a lot of effort into.  Her breasts were not overly large but large enough to hang quite pleasingly and were surmounted by plump nipples and sizeable areola.  Her hips were somewhat wide but framed a pleasing lady nest, which had been cleaned of hair and showed her plump labia quite nicely.  But what I was most impressed by were her abs.”Sophia, you’re quite beautiful,” I said, breathlessly, “you’ve put a lot of work into your abs – they very impressive.”Sophia ran her hands over her abs and down her front and along her hips, while gently shaking her breasts.  She did this while I undressed, but the effect was to make my mouth run dry with anticipation.  As I pulled off my pants Sophia sat on the edge of her bed, leaning back in a quite sexual manner with her legs together enough to appear demure but just enough to show the edges of her lips.  As soon as my stiff member came into view Sophia went, “mmmm,” and leaned forward and gently took it in her hands.  She then reached over to her nightstand and pulled from a container what appeared to be some sort of wipe.  She proceeded to wipe my member, balls, and the base of my penis quite thoroughly before tossing the wipe into a trash can under her nightstand.  “I don’t like penis breath,” she said with a chuckle.  She then stroked it softly and said, “it will be heavenly to have this in my body.”Sophia laid on the bed and I laid next to her.  She propped herself on one elbow and ran her hand along my arm, then down to my waist.  I continued to admire her form, and said, “I see you’ve done that bikini waxing.”She smiled and said, “you’ll like the result, once we begin intercourse.”  “I’d like to touch you there,” I said softly.”Oh, you will, I can assure you,” Sophia replied.  She put her hand on the side of my face and said, “I hope you’ll let me take the lead.  You won’t regret the outcome, I can assure you.”I reached out and stroked her cheek.  “I’m not afraid of strong women.  Quite to the contrary, I find them quite alluring,” I said.Sophia took my hand and sucked on my fingers.  She had quite an active tongue and the feeling was exquisite.  Presently she reached down and began stroking my shaft again.”Tell me,” she said, “do you orgasm quickly or slowly.  It doesn’t matter which, I just want to know.””It takes me a long time to cum,” I said, “although when I do I generate quite a copious flow.”Sophia raised one eyebrow and said, “that’s very good to know.”  She came closer and we wrapped our arms around each other.  “Now, give me your tongue,” she whispered.I did as I was told.  One interesting characteristic about Sophia is she has rather large jaws and mouth for a woman, which nicely accommodated her large, Kurtköy escort bayan sensuous lips.  What this meant is her mouth and tongue were quite active and capable.  She softly took my tongue and began sucking it in a way I’ve never known.  This went on for a minute, and then she began exploring my mouth with her tongue.  I tried sucking it but she whispered, “no, let me do it.”  I relaxed as her tongue scoured my mouth as it had never been.  When she finished she said, “that can make some men cum right there, which is why I asked first.”I smiled and nodded.  I think she was encouraged that I wasn’t cross or unhappy in her direction so far.  I had begun rubbing my hands over her rear and back, which she enjoyed as she closed her eyes and simply breathed for several moments.  Presently Sophia pushed me over on my back and began rubbing my chest.  “I shouldn’t have to mention this, but no cumming in my mouth,” she said, then sensing she needed to soften that, kissed me across the lips, and said, “save it for my vagina.”With that, she started licking my nipples with a quick, darting tongue movement which was incredible, while swirling her forefinger across the other.  I was starting to wonder if my member could get any stiffer;  it was already as hard as a car axle.  As if that wasn’t enough Sophia put her lips over each nipple and breathed heavily.  I was concerned I might orgasm soon – this was one talented lady.Sophia began running her tongue down to my member, and I knew what was coming and that I couldn’t stand it.  I gently put my hands on both sides of her head, and she looked up at me.”Sophia, if you do that, I know I’ll ejaculate,” I gasped, “you’ve totally over-stimulated me.  Maybe I should pleasure you now.”She smiled.  “Sorry,” she said, “I know I overdid it, but you appreciate everything I do so much.”  She sat up on her knees and said, “want to lick and suck my breasts?”I nodded eagerly.  Sophia straddled me in front of my erect member.  She leaned forward and took hold of the bed head.  Her breasts dangled in front of my face.  I put both hands on each and rubbed them around eagerly, pausing occasionally to stop and roll one finger over her nipples.  Finally, I began darting my tongue around one nipple in imitation of how she had licked mine.”Ohh, mmm, you’re a quick learner,” she gasped.  She continued, ‘mmm’ing,’ and sighing as continued darting my fingers and tongue over her stiff nipples.  I did this for maybe five minutes, then Sophia said, “Time to start sucking.  Take one in your mouth.”Obediently, I took one breast in my mouth and started deeply sucking the nipple and end of the breast.  I moved my hands down to her rear and started caressing her rear.  After engorging her other breast I buried my head between them and began kissing and nuzzling the chest between them.Finally, she leaned back and looked deeply into my eyes.”Would you like to finish with fellatio or intercourse?” she asked, “If the former, you’ll need to warn me before you ejaculate.  I dislike the taste of semen.””Intercourse, definitely,” I said, and I reached forward with both hands, reached between her thighs, and began stroking her outer labium.  She cried and moaned at this, and rocked back and forth.”Oh, you’re so wet,” I said as I put one finger inside of her.  After a minute she spread my hands apart and said, “Let me show you how wet.”With that, she took my member, put it between her lips, and impaled herself on it.  Other women would slowly work their way down on to my member, but Sophia went down quickly, almost instantly engulfing my member in pure velvet.I cried out at this, so loudly that Sophia asked, “Did you cum?”  I gasped out, “no, but can’t imagine why not!”  Then I added, “you’re incredible.  I love being inside your body.  Let’s have intercourse.”Sophia laughed and began steady, rhythmic intercourse.  Her legs were strong, obviously, she worked out, and she alternated up and down with forward and back motion, which made me moan with ecstasy.  Finally, she leaned forward and began rapid intercourse.  I reached up to her dangling breasts and began stroking her nipples.  Just then she bared her clamped teeth and began a high-pitched squeal while her breath rapidly hissed through her teeth.  After this, her motion slowed as her mouth hung open and she emitted low growling noises.When she finished her orgasm Sophia came off me and felt her vagina.  “You haven’t ejaculated?” she said incredulously.  I shook my head and she said, “my, you’re a keeper.”  At this, she laid down, spread her legs, and said, “OK, normal missionary position, and be sure and shoot a big wad into me.”I didn’t have to be told twice, and rapidly laid between her thighs and penetrated her.  Sophia put her hands out on either side of her and began breathing hard as I began rapid intercourse.  After about five minutes Sophia pulled her legs up by the knees, and I shifted to the new position as she said, “Deeper entry, now make love and fill me.”It only took a few more minutes before the old feeling went up my spine, and in my next thrust, I grunted loudly and shot deep into Sophia’s body.  As I ejaculated, Sophia began squealing through clenched teeth again, indicating she was having a second orgasm while I grunted through mine.   I finished breathing heavily with my softening member still in her vagina while Sophia caught her breath too.  As I came off of her Sophia used three fingers to clamp her lip shut while saying, “hand me that box of tissues, please.”I complied and Sophia pulled out a fistful of tissues and held them to her crotch.  After a moment she pulled them away and inspected them.”You were certainly right about your copious amount of semen,” she said, “if I hadn’t been fixed I’d probably be conceiving triplets right now.”I noted but ignored the ‘fixed’ remark, for I was more interested in something else she had said.  “So, I’m a keeper?” I asked.Sophia rolled Escort Maltepe over and put her chin on my chest, looking at me with a happy smile.”Oh, it’s an expression,” she said, “it’s just it’s not often I get to orgasm before the guy does.  You can hold your semen quite a while.  That let me have two orgasms.”  She laid the side of her head on my chest.  “I’m not looking for a roommate,” she said with a chuckle.I didn’t say anything more and simply began stroking her hair, which I realized was very soft.  Sophia rubbed one hand across my tummy.  I very much enjoyed this time of intimate cool down.Finally, Sophia sat up.  “I still owe you a dinner,” she said, “you must be ravenous.”  Before I could reply she was up and putting on her bathrobe.  She went to her closet and came back with another robe, this one larger and obviously made for a man.”Here,” she said, “no need to get dressed.”  She winked at me and started down the stairs.I put on the robe and went downstairs, finding Sophia in the kitchen.  I thought about embracing her or kissing her neck, but before I could she turned and said “Hi, that robe fits you well.  Come here and stir this please.”  Sensing what I had in mind with eerie mind-reading ability, she touched my face again and said, “you’re very sweet, but I’m hungry.”I started stirring as Sophia worked on a salad.  She stopped suddenly, opened her robe and spread her legs, and looked down (with her back to me, so I didn’t get a free show).”Oh damn,” she said, “your semen is gushing out of me and running down my thighs.  Just stir the soup occasionally and I’ll be right back.”I was rather embarrassed, for it wasn’t the first time a woman had complained of the volume of my semen production.  I stirred the soup and took sips from an excellent white wine she had on the counter.  Sophia returned about ten minutes later.”Thank God for bidets,” she said laughing. I replied, “sorry.”And she said, “Oh don’t be.  I like virility.”Within fifteen minutes, we had a quite excellent meal on the table, with a shrimp and pasta dish, salad, fresh bread, and starting with a soup I had been stirring and which I couldn’t quite identify, and quite obviously had onions in it, but otherwise was excellent.  I gushed over the quality of the meal as we sat down.”I can’t completely take credit,” she said, “I have a cook who set most of this up, although I did make the soup last night.”We ate mostly in silence – Sophia wasn’t the chatty type;  when she said something, it was meant to be meaningful.  Feeling the silence oppressive, I finally said, “Do you feel me less of a man, that I follow your lead instead of taking charge?””Men who have to lord over a woman I feel are less manly,” she said, “they have to make up for their own perceived shortcomings by always being in charge.  Men like you are more quietly confident of their manhood.  For instance, you’re not hung up on the size of your penis.”I was kind of caught up short by that, but Sophia went on.  “Your penis is a fine size, quite attractive and capable of fulfilling my needs, but most men unless theirs are nine inches or longer try to hide them until they’re under the covers.  I find that behavior most distasteful.”I chuckled, and Sophia chuckled too and said, “I know, I believe I’m an acquired taste.”I shook my head and said, “There’s much more to you than your outstanding body and excellent lovemaking skills.  I’m finding that out more by the moment.”Sophia beamed, for the first time since I met her.  She said, “I know you’re quite genuine about that.  Thank you.”  She took a bite and went on.  “Many of the students at my high schools think I’m chubby.””Many of the students at your high school are adolescent idiots, apparently,” I remarked, “they’ve been time online looking at porn.”Sophia agreed, and this brought on a quite learned discussion about porn which Sophia was already becoming quite knowledgeable about as part of her role as a vice-principal.Sophia brought out a quite lovely cheesecake for dessert, and while we ate I finally asked, “Why is an incredible, beautiful, intelligent woman such as yourself living alone?”Sophia didn’t look up, and it was apparent she had been expecting the question and dreading it.  Finally, she looked up and said, “I have Huntington’s Disease.  Are you familiar with it?”I was taken aback substantially but still managed to say, “I’ve heard of it.  It’s inherited, isn’t it?””Yes,” she said, “and incurable.  I’ll be dead by the time I’m fifty, if not sooner.””Good Lord,” I said.  I reached out and touched her hands.  She patted it, somewhat perfunctory, then withdrew her hand.  She looked at me with a wry expression.”I understand how you feel, but I’m really beyond sympathy at this point,” she said, “since it’s incurable and heritable I had myself sterilized many years ago.  Given that I can’t have a family and my life expectancy is short, I determined not to marry.””Are you happy?” I asked.”I’m satisfied if that’s what you mean,” she replied, “I’m having a positive influence on the young people at my school, and I enjoy the way I live.”I started to say something else, but Sophia cut me off.  “I’d rather not discuss it further,” she said, with finality.  To punctuate this, she picked up the dessert plates and carried them into the kitchen.  We cleaned up after dinner in silence, then Sophia grabbed a fresh bottle of wine and two glasses.  I followed her into her living room, where she gestured for me to sit on a couch in front of a fireplace.  She went over and turned a valve, and in a moment there was a roaring fire in front of us, apparently fueled by natural gas.  Sophia turned and once again dropped her robe.  The outline of her nude form against the flames was a sight to behold.  She picked up the wine bottle and glasses, handed me one, filled them both, then sat down next to me. We drank in silence for a moment.  Then Sophia took my glass and put them both on the end table.  She then sat back and spread her legs.  The musty smell of her lady nest seemed to fill the room.”I think we were discussing touching my labia,” she said, “give me your hand.”I gave her my hand and she proceeded to press it to her lady nest.  It felt warm, moist, and musty.  Sophia took my fingers and proceeded to give me a guided tour of her vulva.

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The watching crows sat cackling in the skeletal trees as a cold October wind blew through the graveyard as Mr. Brannigan was put into the ground and laid to rest.We stood a ways back from the black-veiled widow as she stepped forward and dropped her small posy of flowers onto the coffin as it was lowered then stooped down to grab a handful of dirt and threw it into the grave.My Mother crossed herself as she turned and made her way back to the small white church that sat atop a windy hill surrounded on all sides by the remains of those whose journey had come to an end.Most of the local rural community had turned out to pay their respects to old man Brannigan who had been well regarded in life as a hard working and hard drinking man of God who did right by you if you did right by him. Brannigan had been pushing fifty when he went. He had been a tall, solemn man of few words and who farmed his piece of land from dawn to dusk to make a living for him and his young wife.I looked over to where Mrs. Brannigan stood surrounded by those offering their condolences and our local Pastor who was giving her words of comfort in her time of distress. The woman was dressed all in black from top to toe and only the shadows of her face could be seen through her veil.Mrs. Brannigan had always been in my life. Her family lived about a mile outside of town and my earliest memories of her were of a teenage girl with long flowing sawdust hair when they came to stock up with supplies at McGinty’s General Store in their beat up truck. There she’d be with her folks, the Caulders, and she’d jump down running around helping out as they loaded up.She looked as pretty as a  picture and must have been about eighteen I figured which to a then five-year-old like me made her seem as old as the hills. But even back in those days, I always knew there was something about her.From memory, it was a couple of years later when word went around that she had gotten engaged to someone from way up North. A man called Silus Brannigan who was twenty years her senior. As with most things in a small town like this, rumor and gossip were the order of the day and various tall tales were told about the where and why this had all come about. Their eventual marriage a month later was a private family affair and for the rest of us life pretty much went on as usual as the days turned into months that became years.Her name was Mary Beth. Mary Beth Caulder.***Most of the mourners had moved on as Uncle Joe and I stood there waiting for the Widow Brannigan to finish talking with some of the townsfolk that knew her. Uncle Joe was a gruff man with a buffalo temperament and a build to match. He had moved in a few years back to try and put down some roots. The old man had long since gone to God knows where to leave Mom having to look after our farm and raise me on her own. I had been just twelve when he disappeared one Saturday in June and as the years had passed came to learn that he was a weak-willed man who hated responsibility and loved his drink. The extra pair of hands had been a Godsend and Uncle Joe settled into the routine of farm and rural life.He gave me a nudge and I looked up to see the woman in black and a female companion approaching us as we stood there in our Sunday best holding our hats respectfully in front of us.She took my Uncle’s hand first and thanked him for coming and then she turned as she looked at me through her veil. It had been an age since I last saw her and only had vague memories of what she looked like.”You must be Thomas,” she said, taking my hand in hers. Her grip was firm and strong, “My, you’ve grown,” she smiled, “How old are you now?””Nearly eighteen, Ma’am,” I said as I stood there as red as a pickle in a vinegar jar, “I’m uh, sorry for your loss, Mrs. Brannigan.”She simply nodded and let go of my hand, “Thank you. My late husband always used to say that when God knocked on your door it was time to reap what you had sown in this life and hoped it was enough to get you into the next. For the rest of us, the sun will still come up tomorrow and life will go on. Thank you for your condolences.” We both watched as she turned to walk back to the church where the undertaker sat on the headboard of the wooden wagon waiting to take her back home.”Tough one, that one,” said my Uncle as he pulled on his black hat and began to walk towards our truck, “Never saw much of her when he was alive and will probably see less of her now that he’s dead.” I stood there staring at her with the stiff breeze ruffling my thick black hair. What my Uncle said was true enough. Life was pretty isolated out here Pendik escort bayan in the back of beyond. Neighbours pretty much kept themselves to themselves only meeting up if there was an emergency, a social dance, or if they were in town on business.Schooling and the age difference was also a thing. Thirteen or fourteen years is a big old river to cross all things considered. She would have been leaving school just as I was starting I figured. At seventeen, I had finally finished with school and could now concentrate on the farm full time.I took a deep breath and put my hat on as I gazed around at the rows of crosses and weather-worn stones silently asking those in life to remember them in death. For some reason, I turned and walked back to the open grave as one of the journeymen began to fill in the dirt. Six feet down was a plain, simple oak coffin and I stared at the flowers scattered on top of it.The wind whistled through the trees as I turned my head to watch the wagon carrying the Widow leaving the graveyard and head out onto the never ending road that disappeared into the far distance. My eyes fixed on the small figure sat huddled against the cold and somehow knew our paths would cross again.High up in the branches of the bare trees, the murder of crows watched in silence as the wheels of fate slowly began to turn.***It was three months later when the first Winter storms in nearly seven years hit the region and left a thick quilt of deep snow as far as the eye could see whichever way you looked. Thankfully, we had already stocked up for the season and the barn was full of everything we would need to get us through to Spring.It had gone mid-morning and the sun was bright as it hung in the slate grey skies with the freezing air cold enough to take the breath away. Mom was in the kitchen making a rabbit and potato stew with my Uncle in the shed chopping logs for the fire as I cleared away the snow in front of the house. Suddenly there was a dull  “Honk Honk” in the distance and I looked up to see a battered old Ford slithering its way up the long driveway towards our house.The car pulled up as its hood gently steamed in the cold. It was Ned Beckett, one of the major store owners in town and he got out of his motor looking like an Eskimo. I leaned on my shovel as he stood in front of me jumping up and down on the spot to warm himself up.”Hey, Tom,” he shouted above the grumbling sound of the car engine, “Last night was a doozy, wasn’t it!” He reached into his overcoat pocket and pulled out his pipe and stuck it into his mouth as he tried to light it with a match.”Yes Sir,” I nodded, “Pretty bad. What are you doing out this far?” I asked him.He took a long draw from his pipe that had his ears flapping as he blew out a cloud of smoke that hung in the air for a moment before slowly fading away in the light breeze. “Civic duty, son,” he said firmly, “Civic duty. Checking out the local folk roundabouts. Making sure they’re holding up in this weather. He pulled out a map and laid it on the bonnet of his car, “Done as far north as Pottersville, as far east as Petersburgh and now I’m heading as far west as Burkdale.”I stood beside him and looked at the map. “Burkendale?” I muttered, “Isn’t that the Brannigan place?”Ned, a fifty-three year old ex-railroad engineer, reached up and scratched his head through his thick wooly brown hat. “Reckon it is. What’s it been?” he wondered, rubbing his grey whiskers, “Three months now? Wonder how the Lady is getting on. Can’t have been easy keeping that place going what with losing her husband and this snow and all. Maybe she hired some help though can’t says I’ve heard anything in town. I guess she got a decent sum when her old man croaked. Sensible to see how she’s doing all things considered. I’ve got a bunch of supplies in the back just in case. Cans of beans, oats, and stuff.””Howdy, Ned,” said Mom as she suddenly came up behind us.Ned waved his pipe at her. “Mornin’ Mrs. Cassidy,” he replied as he folded up his map, “Now that just ain’t fair. Shame on you for making an old fella’s belly grumble before he starts his day’s work.” He winked as he sniffed the crisp air and the smells coming from the kitchen.Mom smiled. “Rabbit Stew. You’re more than welcome to sit with us.”He grimaced. “Temptation is a sin!” he laughed as he opened his car door, “Another time. Heading West to check out all the farms as far as Burkdale.”She frowned. “Mary Beth Brannigan’s place?”Ned nodded.”I’ll come with you,” I said as I ran back into the house. Anything to get out of clearing the yard of snow.”Well,” Escort Beykoz said the older man, “I ain’t one to be refusing a bit of company. So long as it’s all right with your momma here.”I came back out pulling on my thick overcoat and hat as my mother stepped behind me and made sure I was wrapped up warm and tight. “Okay, Mom?” I asked her as she pulled me around and tugged my hood up.”You have my boy back before sundown, Ned,” she ordered as the man slipped behind the wheel and unlocked the passenger side door, “As for you, don’t do anything stupid, mind your manners and I’ll keep your dinner simmering in the pot for when you get back.”She reached up and gave me a kiss on the cheek.Jumping into the passenger seat, I yanked the car door shut and settled in for the ride as my mother waved us off with light flurries of snow beginning to fall again.***A solitary raven sat atop the mailbox warily watching us as we turned into the entrance to the Brannigan farm and headed up the snow covered road towards the white house that sat quietly on a small rise with a single wisp of smoke coming out of the chimney.Brannigan had farmed a mixture of wheat and livestock and was thought to be a man of some means when he and his new wife had taken over the place as tenants. Not much was known about him. The odd rumor that he had come down from the North East and was looking to start a new life away from the pressures of city living. It had been through these initial visits that he had met the Caulder family and his eventual wife, Mary Beth.Ned pulled up before the house and we both got out. There was no one around and the only signs of life were a bunch of chickens peeking out of a hen house next to the barn. Stepping onto the porch, I banged on the white door a couple of times and stood back but there was no answer. Maybe she had gone into Burkdale for a food run in case the weather settled in for a stretch. There would be no traveling anywhere if another foot of snow fell in the next day or so. You could practically smell it on the wind as the temperatures began to drop again.I glanced at Ned who went over to the window and peered in. It was beginning to look like a wasted trip which for some reason disappointed me more than it should have.”Can I be helping you fine gentlemen?” said a voice suddenly behind us.We both turned to see a woman walking up from the defilade that was on the far side of the homestead holding a shotgun with the break action open over her right arm. In her left, she was carrying a pair of ducks and what looked like a decently sized goose.Removing his hat, Ned stepped down and nodded as the woman came to a stop and looked the pair of us up and down.”Mrs. Brannigan?” he asked as he quickly replaced his hat due to the biting cold, “I’m Ned Beckett and this,” he said as he turned to me, “is Tom Cassidy. We’ve been doing a neighborly check of all the outlier farms in the district after the storms last night. Making sure that folks are okay and all that. Especially those that are living on their own.”Trying not to stare, I took the woman and her appearance in. She was dressed in a dark grey padded overcoat with a thick black scarf tied tight around her neck, a long black skirt which reached to her ankles and she had on a pair of what looked like brown leather laced ankle boots. On her head, she had a dark tanned cattleman’s hat pulled down tight with her long dusty blonde hair tied at the nape of her neck with the tail hanging down her back.But it wasn’t her clothes that drew the attention. She was a remarkably striking looking woman with a sharply defined facial bone structure that was enhanced by a pair of clear blue eyes, dark eyebrows, a firm nose and a wide set mouth with the hint of a cleft on her chin.I was so surprised at her appearance that I hadn’t removed my hat until Ned gave me a nudge and made a face at me as I whipped it off and gave her an apologetic smile. This made her smile back at me in return and I felt the world sort of fall timelessly away as I stared at her with my heart somewhere down inside my boots before lurching back to thump loudly between my ears. It was a simple smile but it lit up her face in the most stunning way imaginable. Like she had suddenly walked into the circle of God’s light. Even old Ned looked flustered as he coughed and clapped his cold gloved hands together.Mrs. Brannigan nodded slowly. “That’s mighty thoughtful of you,” she smiled as she walked up the steps and stood on her porch next to us, “But things are fine here. Already cleared the yard mostly and spent a couple of Cevizli escort hours with Duke catching the fowl as they head North.” Duke was obviously her hound who was running around chasing squawking chickens and rolling around in the snow looking as happy as a pig in dirt.Ned rubbed his whiskers. “Well, Ma’am,” he said nodding towards his car, “There’s beans, oats, salt, and some sugar in the back if you be needing them.”I kept quiet as I listened to the conversation as they began to talk about the conditions and other things such as how she was on for dried peat and logs for her fire. The Lady knew her business and was considerate and firm in her demeanor and answers as the older man showed her his map and pointed out the roads which were pretty much impassable and the workarounds if she needed to head into town for whatever reason in her truck which was parked over towards her barn.Her attention was on Ned as I came over to stand behind them as they both looked at the map which was on the bonnet of the car. I glanced at her and let my eyes slowly roam over her person as she stood there with her back to me.She was about five-eight and the top of her head was about level with my nose. From what I could tell, she had the build and figure of someone who knew what hard work was. Farming was no life for the faint of heart or for those lacking determination or effort. It was then I noticed her hands as she pointed something out to Ned on the map.Those were hands of someone who was used to the dirt and understood the lay of the land as it shaped you both mentally and physically. As Uncle Joe had said at Brannigan’s funeral, she was tough. As tough as they came.My eyes stopped on the swell of her hips and the curve of her backside hidden under her thick skirts and I felt something stir within me. She really was one fine looking woman and it was a complete mystery to me as to why she was living here in the outback alone.Or maybe she wasn’t alone. Maybe someone was already paying her a visit. Was three going on four months time enough to mourn? Any woman that looked like she did and was now available would surely have every single and not so single man Jack and rabbit knocking on her door in their Sunday best asking for her favor. That thought didn’t sit well with me at all and I frowned.If only I was older.Not that I’d have the gumption to enquire for her if I was. Thirty one was such a long way away in the grand scheme of things. The man she welcomed in her bed was going to be one lucky son of a bitch that was for sure. Not that I was an expert in matters of the fairer sex.Rural living sure did restrict whatever opportunities were available which weren’t many all told. Even school had been pretty barren. There had been a couple of secret kissing and cuddling sweethearts that had been strictly off limits because if the worst thing that could possibly happen did actually happen then me and my skinny ass would be running for the hills full of buckshot.Better to be safe than sorry I figured. I sighed before I realized the conversation had stopped and the Widow Brannigan was looking at me with an amused expression on her face as I stared at her imagined backside.Uh. I jerked my head up and put my hat back on as I stuck my hands in my coat pockets trying not to turn purple.I glanced at her to see her still staring at me as I raised my eyebrows wanting the ground to open up and swallow me whole.”Give my regards to your mother,” she smiled, “Mister Cassidy.”I gave her another quick glance and nodded. “Yes, Ma’am. Will do.”She seemed much amused at my awkward shyness and as she went to open the screen door, she suddenly put a hand on my arm and flashed me a look of understanding that made me shiver from head to toe as I felt her calming touch.Ned, oblivious to my little drama, put his map away and waved at Mrs. Brannigan. “Glad to see you’ve got everything in order, Ma’am,” he shouted as he got back into his car as I did the same, “If there’s another whiteout make sure you stay indoors and keep warm now. Once it passes, I’ll arrange for myself and others to check up on folks again. So if you hear a horn honking you’ll know who it is. You take care now!”The woman gave us a wave as we turned and headed back up to the main snow-covered road. As we headed East, I turned and looked out of the passenger side window at the figure standing there all alone in front of her house.***The dawn awoke from the overnight blizzard as the misty blue sun rose over a pristine landscape that sparkled with black ice, frost and another good foot of snow. Uncle Joe was already out checking the various outhouses making sure that everything was still in one place and that what livestock we had was safe, secure and fed. Mom was making breakfast as I wandered into the kitchen pulling on a shirt and fastening my belt as I stood there yawning as she stirred the big pan of oats on the stove.

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As Carla rounded the corner she immediately saw the row of half a dozen or so urinals facing her, and then adjacent to those were two toilet cubicles. She was relieved that the toilet was empty and all she could hear was the intermittent sound of water flushing through the urinals. She thought to herself how easy it was for men to pee as all they had to do was stand there, unzip themselves and whip out their bits.She hurriedly made straight for the first cubicle. The door was partially open, and it creaked a little as she pushed against it.As soon as she entered she immediately noticed there was quite a lot of graffiti scrawled on the inside of the door and around the cubicle walls. She also noticed some holes in the partition walls on either side as well, but in her desperation to pee she didn’t pay too much attention to any of that and she quickly closed the door behind her and slid the lock across.She lifted up her short skirt and pulled her thong down before quickly sitting herself down Escort Fikirtepe on the toilet seat. She realised that in her urgency she’d accidentally pulled her thong right over her knees, and she could feel it fall down her legs and around her ankles almost onto the floor, but she decided that she wasn’t going to worry about that right now. The sense of relief was amazing as soon as she started to pee! She actually let out a little moan of pleasure and she had her eyes closed as she felt her full bladder gradually empty. As she finally felt her stream of pee start to subside, she opened her eyes. She glanced around the cubicle, looking more closely at the walls and she could now read the graffiti on the inside of the door. Some of it was incredibly graphic and her gaze was immediately drawn to a few of the words which she silently read out.“Suck this big fucking cock.”“Phone this number to get your arse fucked.”“Two cocks up my arse right here.”“Phone Sancaktepe escort this number if you want hard cock.”She noticed there were several female names scrawled in the graffiti and she wondered whether other girls had also had to use the toilet in here as well. She carried on scanning the writing on the walls and the back of the door,“Abbie sucks cocks.”“Abbie got filled with cum right here.”She noticed how the graffiti messages about Abbie had very recent dates written next to them as she carried on reading.“Gemma spreads her piss flaps.”“Spunk on Gemma’s big tits.”“Gemma loves two in her cunt.”Carla continued looking around the walls, picking out more female names as she did. “Fuck Debbie’s holes.”“Debbie is a cum drinking slut.”Carla couldn’t help but picture these other girls in here and what they might have got up to, and she wondered whether people had actually had sex right here in this cubicle. She’d heard about what gay men sometimes üsküdar escort bayan got up to in public toilets but would girls do that in here as well, she wondered.Carla’s mind started racing a little as images of erect penises started to enter her head. Having seen so many dick pics and after having had so much sex with different guys recently it was no surprise that she started thinking about cocks. For the last few weeks she knew she’d been thinking about sex pretty much twenty-four/seven, and she started to feel quite horny about where she was and what she was doing, and what these girls might have got up to right where she was now sat.Just below the writing about the girl called Debbie, Carla noticed the words “Put mouth here”, next to which an arrow had been drawn that pointed directly at the hole in the cubicle wall. This hole was below her eye level as she sat, but as Carla glanced at the similar hole on the opposite side of the cubicle, she knew they’d been deliberately made big enough to fit a cock through.She was staring right at a glory hole.She gasped to herself as she couldn’t believe that she was actually sitting in a gent’s public toilet with a glory hole either side of her, her short skirt bunched high up around her waist, and her knickers down on the floor around her ankles. 

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During my job as a nude male model for an art class at the local college, I realized I loved being naked in front of women. After each class, I would race home and jack off. As I stroked my cock, I would think off the many eyes that had devoured my naked body during the two hours I posed nude. I’m sure some women, judging by the way they had looked at me, would go home, think of me, and masturbate, or fuck their boyfriend or husband with me in mind. The idea that they were getting off while visualizing me in their imagination drove me wild. It wouldn’t take long before I’d shoot a large load of cum across my bedroom floor.If you have read Autograph, the first story in this series, you’ll know I sometimes allowed my cock to become erect in order to liven up the class. The first few times I did this, the art teacher was not happy, and would stop the class until I lost my erection. But as the semester progressed, she became open minded and allowed me to pose with a hardon. She, like me, got a kick out of watching people squirm in their seats, either because they were uncomfortable with my aroused state, or because they were horny from viewing my manhood. Sometimes after class, when everyone was gone, the art teacher would give me a handjob, and once a few coeds helped her. I autographed their art work with my cum. But we had to be very discrete. If anyone had informed the college administration what was going on, she would be fired. As a result these episodes were infrequent, and never went beyond me getting a handjob, much to my regret. However things were about to change. It was at the end of the semester when the art teacher approached me with a job offer. She was holding private art classes in her studio, at her home. She asked if I would work for her during the summer. I readily agreed because I needed an outlet for my need to exhibit myself to women. It became a driving force at this stage in my life, and posing naked for a group of want-to-be artists would be perfect. During Fikirtepe escort bayan the day I would work as a landscaper, two evenings a week I’d pose in her class. The art teacher’s name by the way, is Ms. Purdy. She is about thirty years old. She is a vivacious, short, slim, small busted brunette. Her students love her because she had the knack at putting everyone at ease, and teaches art with verve and wit. Her art studio was located at the back of her house, overlooking the pool in the backyard. It was spacious, well lighted and had the smell of oil paints and crayons. I arrived for the first class wearing only a t-shirt, jeans, no underwear, and runners. There were eight students, all women. They varied in age from twenty to forty-five. Most of them seemed nervous that a man was going to pose nude for them. Since it was a very intimate setting, I joked around, made small talk with them, and put them at ease as best I could. They responded by laughing readily, and joking with me. Out of the blue, I peeled off my t-shirt, stepped out of my runners, and dropped my faded blue jeans to the floor. Ms. Purdy slapped her hands together loudly and said, “Begin drawing ladies.” The women stepped behind their easels and began to work. It was a very informal class. Ms. Purdy chatted with everyone as if they were old friends. As they drew, the more outgoing women would talk to me, ask me questions about myself and suggest poses. During my breaks, I would circulate among the women, naked of course, and look at their work. Many of them were uncomfortable when I did this, but by the end of the evening I had put them all at ease. They didn’t mind standing within inches of a totally naked man. Everyone was on a first name basis, and quickly becoming friends. After the last student left, Ms. Purdy opened her purse and paid me the money I was owed. I picked up my jeans and slipped the money into the pocket. I was a about to put them on but she stopped Escort Sancaktepe me. “You were a very good boy tonight, ” she said. “You put my students at ease, and more importantly, you didn’t develop an erection and embarrass them. Thank you.” She rose onto her toes and pecked me on the cheek. “Does this mean you don’t want me to get an erection in any future classes?” “I didn’t say that, ” she purred. “As everyone becomes more relaxed and familiar with each other, developing an erection will be fun for us all.” I smiled. “In fact, if you develop one right now, I won’t find that upsetting at all.” About ten seconds after she said that, my cock was swollen and standing erect. Ms. Purdy pulled a chair in front of me, sat on it and sucked on my cock until I blew a load of cum down her throat. She wiped her lips with her fingers and said, “That my dear boy, was a bonus for your outstanding work tonight. Keep it up, and there will be more. Class dismissed.” I got dressed and left. As soon as I got home I pulled off my clothes and jerked off again. I arrived for the next class, at Ms. Purdy’s suggestion, at the half way point. The first part of the class was devoted to studying the nude female body, while the second half would be devoted to the male body. I walked into the studio to find Ms. Purdy standing on the small stage in front of the room, naked. My jaw dropped and my cock stirred. She saw me at the back and waved at me. The ladies said hello and continued to draw. I stood at the back and devoured Ms. Purdy’s body with my eyes. After a few minutes, Ms. Purdy put on her robe and yelled, “Break time.” I chatted wth a few of the ladies for a few minutes, then walked over to the stage where Ms. Purdy was seated. She was looking at drawings and giving her students advice. She explained to me that the model she had hired to pose nude for the class had cancelled at the last minute so she had to fill in. The robe she wore was short and üsküdar escort barely covered her closely cropped pussy. I disrobed and stood there talking to Ms.Purdy and the ladies with my cock at half mast. They all noticed. The room echoed with giggles. I knew I was not going to be able to control my cock tonight. After seeing Ms.Purdy nude, it was beyond my control. The class resumed and I began to pose. Ms. Purdy circulated throughout the room, still wearing her robe. At one point, she stood at the back of the class, behind everyone so they could not see her. She opened her robe, exposing her pussy and breasts to me. My cock immediately expanded to its full length and hardness. A few women gasped. Ms. Purdy tied her robe back up and yelled,”Oh my God.” She rushed up to me and threw a towel over my erection. “Ladies, I am sorry this has happened. The models I hire know they are not supposed to get erections.” She scowled at me. I knew it was all an act for her students benefit. “We will halt the class until he regains control of himself. If this happens again, I will find another model to take his place.” A woman from the back of the class piped up and said, “No, no, you can’t do that. He’s a nice guy, we’d miss him.” The ladies agreed with her. Another one said, “As for his erection, we don’t mind; things like this happen.” They all murmurred in agreement. Someone said, “It’s no big deal, we’re are all adults here. If he happens to get a hardon, so what? No harm done.” Ms. Purdy looked at the students and said, “He can stay, only if you all agree.” They all agreed. Ms. Purdy turned around and grinned at me in a very saucy manner. The ladies resumed drawing, I took the towel off my prick and resumed posing. On my breaks, I would mingle with the ladies, looking at their work, as I did last class. Only this time I had a nine inch erection. The ladies did their best to try and ignore it and I did my best to try not to touch them with it. The situation was very awkward, but no one was complaining. However, at one point, I was distracted and accidently poked the youngest of the ladies in the rear end with my prick. She looked to me to be about twenty years old. She jumped a mile. I blushed and apologized, but she said, “Don’t worry about it, it was my pleasure.” Everyone broke up laughing.

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