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Chapter 1

Macarthy Winslow awoke gradually from his sensual dream. In the recesses of his sleep-fogged brain, he could see a pretty woman sucking his pulsing penis. As the cobwebs began to clear and he opened his eyes, he realized that it wasn’t a dream. Without lifting his head, he reached his hand down to the soft hair of the woman lying on the bed sucking him. He heard a moan as his hand began to encourage her movements. Slowly, his memory came back to him.

It had been an otherwise slow night at Jeffrey’s Bar when the sexy woman walked in. Mac noticed her immediately, his radar honed from years of practice. She walked with a confidence that was surprising for a single woman entering a strange bar. However, Mac could tell that it was put on confidence. He could read people well. It was how he had survived in his job.

It took Mac about thirty seconds to offer her a drink after she sat several seats away from him. Several minutes after that, Mac was sitting beside her in conversation.

It was a little unusual for Mac to come on quite this strong with a stranger but tonight he needed someone. Every year at this time it was the same. It was the anniversary of the death of his wife and their unborn child. Although it had been ten years since Sally’s death, Mac relived it often enough that it seemed like yesterday. The image of the exploding car was etched in his brain forever.

Mac took a drink of his rum and coke as he talked to the sexy woman. She had on a red velvet dress that was cut so low in front that it barely covered her nipples. When he gazed down past her soft and gently heaving chest, he could see a large expanse of bare thigh, because her skirt had slipped almost to her crotch. He liked what he saw.

It had been a few months since Mac had a woman, but not because he didn’t want one. No, it seemed that at 38 years old, his desire for sex was in overdrive. However, business was so good that he unfortunately had little time for himself lately. Still, he didn’t like one-night stands. But, he knew that he might have to make an exception tonight because none of his “regulars” were available.

He looked at the woman’s well-manicured fingers and saw the indications that a wedding ring had recently been there. Probably hastily pulled off and pushed into her purse. She appeared to be in her mid twenties—too young to be discouraged with a marriage, he thought. It didn’t bother him anymore that she was obviously married. He couldn’t have cared less tonight. That was someone else’s problem. He guessed that she was out for revenge, and he would be happy to help.

Mac smiled across his raised glass at his new companion. She smiled back, appearing to be slightly nervous but still with obvious lust in her eyes. Mac discovered that her name was Jennifer but she wouldn’t tell him much more than that. Her reluctance to talk about herself made him certain that he had been right about her motivation.

Within a few minutes, Mac had the lady on the dance floor. As he pulled her to his strong chest, she tensed and pulled away slightly. He smiled and opened his jacket to reveal the 9-millimeter pistol in the holster. When her eyes opened wide in surprise at the sight of the large pistol, he whispered, “Private security firm.” While the woman looked skeptical, she nonetheless melted back into his arms and he felt her shiver in excitement. Mac could have that affect on women.

As Mac guided the woman slowly around the floor, his hands inched down her back until they were at the tops of her buttocks. He hesitated for only an instant before slipping them lower until he was cupping her firm ass cheeks. He felt her tense again but then she let out a sigh and relaxed. With that, his hand began to roam freely, cupping and kneading the soft cheeks. When he didn’t feel any panties, his penis began to harden. Probably lying on top of the ring in her purse, he thought with a smile. He pressed his now pulsing erection into the young woman. She moaned quietly and returned the pressure. Now he knew he wouldn’t be lonely tonight.

Fifteen minutes later, Mac was in the front seat of his car on the parking lot, locked in a passionate embrace with the pretty woman. The passion in her kisses told him that, like him, it had been a long time since she had been intimate with someone. Her tongue was wild in his mouth and her breasts heaved as they pressed to his chest. A little moan escaped her as his hand found its way to her soft breast. Slowly, it moved down and under the low cut top. Now, it was Mac’s turn to moan as he felt her warm flesh in his hand. He tweaked and pulled the nipple as his tongue pushed hers back into her mouth. A low-pitched wail escaped from the woman’s throat and she shuddered as if she had just had a small climax.

Soon, Mac’s hand was pushing the woman’s legs apart. She opened them willingly, forcing her skirt high on her thighs. Slowly, his hand worked up the silk of her nylons until he reached warm bare skin. When he felt her legs open a little wider, he moved higher. Just as he thought, she eskişehir escort wasn’t wearing panties. His finger found the swollen sex lips under the soft down of wet and sticky pubic hair. She moaned as his finger moved slowly into her willing hole. Within seconds, the woman was a raging tiger, squirming on the seat and moaning in excitement. Mac’s hand was inundated in her juice as she suddenly climaxed again.

“Oh God,” the woman moaned when her climax waned. When her body relaxed, her head turned away from him in embarrassment.

Mac was surprised at the woman’s quick reaction to his fingers. However, he figured that she had been neglected for some time. She probably caught her husband with another woman, he concluded. Now that she had climaxed, Mac thought that the night might be over.

However, Jennifer turned back to him, her face showing indecision. She bit her lip and then whispered, “Can we go somewhere?” Her face turned a darker shade of red.

Mac felt his penis jump in excitement. “Sure. I only live a few blocks from here.”

“Okay,” she whispered and sat back on the seat, pulling her impossibly short skirt demurely toward her knees.

Mac smiled at her as she stared out the front window in silence. He could see a steely determination in her face as her chest heaved up and down in renewed excitement. The lights of the parking lot shimmered off the exposed flesh of her breasts above her dress. Suddenly, he realized that he was staring and he turned and started the car.

A few minutes later, Mac led the nervous lady up the steps of the old brownstone house where he had an apartment. Before his wife’s death, they had planned on buying such a house and fixing it up. Maybe that was the reason he had rented the apartment not long after the tragedy. He knew that he couldn’t live in their apartment any longer. There were far too many memories.

Mac lived on the third floor of a four-storied apartment house. Unfortunately, there wasn’t an elevator in the building. However, for the first time that seemed like a benefit—he got to watch the woman’s sexy buttocks as they swayed in front of his eyes as he followed close behind her. When Mac reached his door, he stopped and pulled her to him, kissing her passionately. She responded with a moan of pleasure and melted into his arms. Mac almost sighed when he realized that she wasn’t going to change her mind.

As soon as the door was locked behind them, Mac pulled Jennifer into an embrace again. Slowly, he pushed the shoulder straps of her dress down her arms, letting it fall at her feet, leaving her in just a pair of thigh high nylons. He felt her shiver as her now naked body pressed to his. Then he lifted her and carried her up the spiral steps leading to the loft where a freshly made bed awaited them. She felt like a feather in his strong arms. Mac, who was six-foot two and almost two hundred pounds, outweighed her by ninety pounds at least.

After he sat her on the edge of the bed, he stood back and began to undress. He could feel her eyes on the pistol in his holster as he removed his sports coat. He smiled at her and pulled the holster off, placing the weapon inside a dresser drawer and out of sight.

Jennifer almost sighed in relief when the gun was safely in the drawer. She didn’t like guns. However, the fact that the handsome man carried one made her adventure seem that much more exciting, even dangerous. The scar on his cheek added to his mystique and it complemented his rough good looks. Wouldn’t her husband be surprised if he could see his timid wife with such a dangerous person? she thought as a little tremor ran through her. It served him right for what he had done to her she fumed and steeled her resolve to punish him.

Jennifer smiled self-consciously as Mac walked back over and began to remove his clothes in front of her. She watched as he pulled his turtleneck shirt over his head to reveal a strong and hairless chest. She noticed the circular scar on the side of his stomach and wondered what it was from. However, she knew it was not the time to ask as she watched with fascination as he unbuckled his belt and dropped his pants. A little moan escaped her lips when she saw the tent in his underwear. It looked quite large to her. She felt her heart rate increase. Her husband wasn’t very big but that never mattered to her. However, she never really had anything to compare it too until now.

Slowly Mac pulled the underwear down his legs, letting his throbbing erection spring out.

“Oh my!” Jennifer gasped and her eyes opened wide in amazement. She began to tremble in excitement.

Mac could see excitement and a little fear in Jennifer’s eyes as she stared at his long, hard penis. He stood in front of her for a minute, letting her look at his body as he did the same to her. Her body was perfect, showing no signs of ever having a baby. Not that having a baby was a problem. No, Mac thought pregnant women and mothers were very sexy. He loved the maturity that came with motherhood, both gaziantep escort mentally and physically. He and Sally had wanted ten kids if they could have them. It was always a joke with them that he would keep her barefoot and pregnant for the rest of their married life.

Jennifer’s breasts were large and firm, with pretty pink nipples. Her stomach was flat and smooth with just a hint of very light blond fuzz, leading downward to her blond and sparsely haired pubic mound. He could see that she was a natural blond.

Now, Mac was the one staring. He could see a glint of clear liquid trickling from between the swollen inner lips of her vagina.

Mac went slowly to his knees in front of Jennifer. He saw a look of surprise on her face as he bent his head and began to kiss the inside of her knee and then up her silk covered thighs. He heard her moan in excitement as he pushed her knees apart, kissing higher and across the warm flesh of her inner thigh. He loved the smooth skin high on a woman’s thighs. There was something special about the feel of the protected soft flesh between the nylons and panties. It was a secret place, so warm and inviting to his tongue.

“What… what are… are you doing?” Jennifer whispered breathlessly.

Mac looked up in surprise. “I’m going to eat you,” he said.

“Oh God. Ralph… my hus… never… uh… I’ve never had that done to me,” she stuttered.

At first Mac thought that she was kidding. He couldn’t imagine a young woman now days that didn’t give and receive oral sex. It suddenly dawned on him that this young girl was almost a virgin; something he hadn’t counted on. A smile crossed his lips and he said, “Well, I’m going to do it now.” Then he pushed her legs further apart and lifted them, forcing Jennifer back onto the bed.

It was Mac’s turn to groan as he looked down at Jennifer’s swollen sex. Almost a virgin! he thought as he began to kiss down her thighs again. His eyes stared at Jennifer’s spread sex as his lips worked gently on one thigh and then the other. Now, he could clearly see her sex juice as it bubbled from between the swollen inner lips. Mac could even smell her excitement. She smelled so sweet that Mac’s mouth began to water.

With an animal moan, Mac dropped his head and brought his mouth to Jennifer’s pulsing sex lips.

“Ahhhhhh! Oh my God!” Jennifer screamed as she felt Mac’s lips and tongue on her sex. She had always wanted Ralph to do this but he refused. Sure, he wanted her to do him but he would never return the favor. Now she knew what she had been missing.

Suddenly, it felt like Mac’s mouth was everywhere at once. When his tongue penetrated her hole, fireworks began to go off in her head. Jennifer wanted to make the oral treatment last but it felt too good and almost immediately, her body began to tremble as her legs wrapped around Mac’s neck and her hands grasped his head. “Oh yes! Oh yes!” she moaned as waves of electric shocks rocketed up her thighs and across her trembling body. “Ohhhhhh!” she hissed as a kaleidoscope of colors exploded behind her tightly closed eyes.

Mac’s face was deluged with fluid as Jennifer began to climax for the third time that night. He was shocked again at the speed and intensity of her climaxes. Still, he hung on and kept sucking as she bucked and screamed in pleasure. Even when Jennifer began to settle down, Mac didn’t stop. He was relentless in his oral ministrations and he loved to please a woman this way. Sometimes he thought he could do this all night, forsaking his own pleasure.

Jennifer kept moaning as her body responded to him with climax after climax. When she finally began to come down from her long climax, Mac pushed her until she was lying in the middle of the bed. Then he crawled between her legs and brought his dripping mouth to her sex again.

“Oh Jesus,” Jennifer screamed as Mac began to suck her with renewed vigor.

Twenty minutes later, Jennifer had to push Mac’s head away or risk expiring. She had lost count of her climaxes after the first four or five. Having multiple climaxes surprised Jennifer. She typically experienced one climax during sex. This night was turning out to be a real education for her.

Mac smiled up at her, his chin dripping with her juice. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and then he got up from the bed and went over to the nightstand. He removed something from the drawer.

For an instant Jennifer felt panic; that’s where he put the pistol.

When he turned around, he held up a condom and looked at Jennifer with a question on his face. Mac saw relief and a moment of indecision in her eyes before she slowly shook her head no. With a smile, Mac threw the condom back into the draw and crawled onto the bed, taking her into his arms.

Jennifer moaned as Mac kissed her lips gently. She trembled, as she tasted herself for the first time in her young life. She moaned and sucked his wet lips between her own and felt the now familiar throbbing between her legs again.

When their giresun escort lips finally parted, Mac moved downward until he was sucking her hard nipples. He worked on one and then moved to the other, sucking like a baby and leaving his saliva shining on the swollen tip. He spent a long time working on her soft mounds of flesh. When he was done, they were heaving and blotched with red from his late evening whisker growth. He squeezed them in his strong hands, enjoying molding the soft flesh.

Finally, Mac could take no more—he had to have her. He pulled back and looked down at the pretty woman again. She was almost shaking with need. Her legs were spread showing that her well-eaten vagina was ready for more. Then he crawled between her legs. He knelt there with his penis throbbing with need. Slowly, he lifted her legs and placed them on his shoulders. He slid forward, bringing the swollen head of his penis to the entrance of her vagina. When he touched the sensitive lips, he felt Jennifer hunch downward, trying to get him inside. He pulled back, teasing her until he couldn’t take anymore himself. Holding her legs up, he moved forward. As the head of his penis slipped slowly inside, Jennifer moaned and closed her eyes in pleasure. Mac watched as his hard flesh was eaten up by the pretty woman’s warm and tight vagina. Then, it was his turn to moan when he saw that all but two inches of his penis was inside her. However, he knew better than to force himself into her. Some women could take all of him and some couldn’t.

Slowly, Mac began to pull himself out, watching the pink lips try to hold him inside. Then he pushed back in as Jennifer groaned in excitement. With each thrust, his penis went in a little deeper until finally, his pubic hair was touching hers. She had taken all of him and was gasping for breath. Mac waited, letting her adjust. Gradually, he began to move until he was sliding in and out at a slow but steady pace.

Jennifer reached up and pulled Mac down until he was lying on top of her. She kissed his lips passionately, almost eating him. Then her hips began to push up into him. She couldn’t believe how good it felt. It was so wrong but felt so right. This was the first man she had been with since she got married five years ago. Before that she had only had one other lover. Based on how she felt right now, this wouldn’t be the last.

Mac began to move in and out slowly at first, building speed. Soon he began to pound into her. He felt her arms tighten around his neck and her legs wrap around his waist. With each push his balls slapped her ass cheeks, creating an echo around the room and splattering her copious juice on their thighs. A smile came to his lips as he worked the married lady to a sexual frenzy.

Finally, Jennifer lost it. “Oh God, fuck me!” she screamed. “Fuck me! Fuck me!” Her hips moved up to meet every downward plunge. She felt incredibly full and stretched. Jennifer knew how large he was, however she wasn’t aware of how much of him she had taken inside until she felt his balls on her ass cheeks. Her body began to tremble as she raced toward another climax.

“Oh God baby,” Mac moaned, “I can’t take much more.”

“Yes, cum… cum in meeee!!!” Jennifer screamed as another climax rushed through her.

Mac felt his testicles tighten as his climax neared. “Ahhhhhh!!!” he groaned as his pent up sperm rushed down the shaft. With great force, his scalding semen shot into her willing hole, splattering against the warm walls and filling her to overflow.

Jennifer felt as if she might pass out when she felt another man’s sperm pour into her hole. The feeling of such forbidden pleasure was too much for her as she swooned into unconsciousness.

Chapter 2

It had been a long time since Mac had been to bed with a woman that was as sex starved as Jennifer seemed to be. When he finished climaxing, he fell to the bed and then realized that she had lost consciousness. He debated waking her up in case she had to get home. However, he decided to let her sleep and gently pulled the sheet over the two of them.

Now, it was morning and Mac was wide-awake and watching her suck his penis. She did it as if she truly enjoyed it. In fact, it was almost as if he didn’t exist, he thought as he watched her lick his large shaft.

Jennifer was lost in her own world as she enjoyed licking the swollen flesh in her fist. She felt a little guilty about how many times she had climaxed last night when he had only had one. However, if she admitted the truth, she was still being selfish. She loved giving oral sex! It was such a thrill for her to feel a penis pulsing in her mouth. She had probably done it for her husband a hundred times. It was so incredibly exciting to work him up to a frenzy and then feel his balls tighten a second before he sent his juice hurtling up the shaft and into her waiting mouth. Now, she was almost trembling at the thought of swallowing the contents of this stranger’s balls.

When Jennifer felt Mac move, she looked up and saw that his eyes were open and that there was a contented smile on his face. She moaned in response and continued to suck him, using her hand to work up and down the shaft. Soon, she felt his balls begin to tighten under her hand and knew that he was close to a climax. She squeezed her thighs together in excitement as she prepared for his sperm.

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Dear Diary,

When I awakened this morning I found my satin sheets clinging to my sultry, moist body. I was confused on how this came to be. As I laid back down to unwind my legs from around the sheet, I began to remember the events from last night.

My first memory was of me in a room. I don’t know where I was but it was not familiar. There was a nightstand, a bottle of Champaign and a beautiful golden wood poster bed in the center. The room was very warm, kind of how I imagine it is like in Mississippi during the late spring. I was dressed in a very petite pair of blue cutoff jean shorts. They were so short in fact that if I were to even hint about bending over my ass checks would peak out as if they were saying “hey”. I was also wearing my favorite white lace midriff shirt. I say it was my favorite diary, because my tits flow over the top to form the most perfect cleavage any man has ever seen.

I began to walk around this strange room running my fingers along the bed, thinking of all the lovely ways I would want be tied and straddled along the wooden posts. I was waiting for something, anything to happen. Then it did. There was a knock on the door. I opened it and there he stood. This man, this man I have never seen before that very moment. He looked so handsome in a pair of tight blue jeans that pressed up against his already hard cock making it very apparent to me how lucky I was. He was also wearing a button up white shirt with the first few buttons undone; his chest was just bulging beneath the cotton covering.

I elazığ escort didn’t seem surprised to see him at all, I must have known I would be meeting him in this strange room and allowed it to escape my memory. He walked right over to me and we embraced each other by wrapping our arms around one another’s neck and began to look deeply into each other’s eyes. Diary, that very next second we began to kiss passionately. Our tongues were mingling in and out of each other’s hot mouths as his hand slid throughout my hair. Every second he touched and caressed my body and mouth he was making the wetness in my pussy grow more and more. I knew I only had moments left before I would lose all control.

We began to tear at each other’s clothes. Quicker than a bolt of lightning, we stood there with our naked flesh pressed to one another. We were breathing as if we just running for our very lives but then, again, we found each other’s eyes. In that very moment we knew we had to have each other right away. He picked me up and carried me to the bed. As I was lying down, he gently brought my arms up above my head. He spread my arms out to either post on the bed and secured them to the wooden post with the rope on the nearby nightstand. With the anticipation of what was to come my pussy burst again with moisture.

He began to kiss down my face to my neck to my awaiting chest. My breasts were heaving with every breath I took. He circled my nipples with his tongue while running his hands up and down my body. This man, this erzincan escort man I still didn’t know began to bite and suck on my tits. He would nibble all along my breasts and then began to suck on my nipples. Back and forth and back again he would go. The pleasure I was receiving sent chills thru my suspended fingertips. My nipples were so hard and I was so wet, I begged him to just fuck me. He didn’t. Instead, he pressed his extraordinarily stiff cock up against my inner thigh. It was as if it were there to lap up the juice’s that were flowing from my burning pussy.

Diary, I thought I was going to be relived at this point. He straddled me and slid his cock thru the lips of my drenched pussy several times. It was just a tease though. He began to move further down the bed. As I wrenched back and forth trying desperately to free my limbs from the ropes so that I could at least touch my cunt myself, I saw him, his tongue began to stroke my pussy lips. He didn’t waste any time. He dived in and began to lick and suck on my lips. He then sucked feverishly on my clit bringing my body just to the point of orgasm and then he stopped. He pushed his tongue far in my cunt, twisting and turning it, while at the same time still massaging my tits. He brought me to the point of orgasm again, only this time he did not stop. He conquered me and laughed gently to himself as he lapped up all the juices my pussy let escape. I began to beg him to please let me go and to please fuck me now. He didn’t.

The stranger untied erzurum escort the ropes, as gently as he had tied them in the first place. He then laid down beside me and once again peered into my eyes. I knew at once, what I had to do. I began to kiss him gently down the chest, the stomach, the thighs and then tenderly all over his smooth stiff cock. Returning the favor, I licked his shaft from top to bottom, around and around. After making my way back to the top I slid his entire dick into my mouth and began to suck and lick all of it, at once. I knew by his moaning, that he approved. I continued sucking and licking up and down and in circles until he came. His salty juices were luscious in my mouth and my throat tingled as it they slid down. He became hard again instantly since this was not near enough to satisfy him fully. I asked once again if I could fuck him. This time he said yes.

I slid my soft supple body onto his. My pussy was so hot and wet that he just slid his cock right into me. His dick was so tight inside me; it filled up every inch of my cunt. I began to rock back and forth on his cock, while he was pushing up being sure that all of him was far inside me. Quickly, he rolled me onto stomach and thrusted my legs up to a kneeling position. He began to pump his cock into my pussy but now from behind. I was feeling the full force of him slamming up against me as his balls collided against my clit with every thrust. My pussy began to quiver and he felt my juices flowing down his dick, he then began to pump his orgasm into me. Spent, we both lied there, silent in each other’s arms.

That’s were it comes back to the beginning diary, waking up in my own bed, not in this strange room with a stranger. Maybe it was a dream? If it was, I wonder whom that is taking a shower in my bathroom? I’ll write again soon…

-P.M.

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The sun was a burning orb rising sedately from the blue waters of the pacific, its rays banishing the darkness of another balmy summer night and illuminating the sandy shore and its gently rolling waves. On that shore, bathed in the first light of day strolled two figures hand in hand. One was a tall, somewhat lanky blonde man decked out in casual loose fitting cargo pants and T-shirt, two jumpers gripped in one hand, now discarded by both in favor of the suns warmth. The second figure was slightly shorter, requiring tip-toes to see eye-to-eye with the man, not that either cared in the slightest about the discrepancy. The golden light highlighted the golden curls and sparkling blue eyes of a beautiful young woman. Her large firm breasts encased in a tight, white, strapless top that drew the eye in a way even more compelling than the dawn. Her long slim legs moved gracefully over the sand, their tops encased in a short black skirt that only hinted and the treasures that it encased.

It is to my everlasting gratitude that the man described was myself; my companion on that fine morning was my wonderful friend Ashley. Words do no justice to her beauty, or the depth of her character. We had only met online several months before, yet had immediately found in each other a person who would be there for us when we needed them most. Neither of us felt ready for a long-term serious relationship at present so we contented ourselves to being great friends.

We came to be together on that secluded beach on that gorgeous morning after a conversation the previous evening that neither of us had taken the time to really appreciate a good sunrise for several years, always finding ourselves too wrapped up in our busy lives to make the effort. Thus we found ourselves on the beach, sand between our toes with not another soul in sight. As we walked along the shore we talked of this and that, or allowed conversation to lapse into comfortable silence as we both admired the beauty of nature.

It was as we neared the end of our beach, where the sand disappears into rocks that Ash turned to me. “You know Karl, this place is so romantic, I feel all tingly inside. Wouldn’t it be and experience to fuck each others brains out, right here, right now!” Now I can tell you, I’ve had a deep felt yearning for Ashley from the moment I laid eyes upon her tremendous body, but it was her mind that drew me in, so I pushed my lustful thoughts aside and focused on her as a person. Hearing those diyarbakır escort coarse words emitted from her usually polite mouth stunned me to the core! I was barely able to nod and stutter and barely audible “yes” in answer. Other parts of my body were not nearly so hampered, my penis became instantly as hard as the rocks strewn amongst the sand around us, and strained against my pants in a way that was immediately noticeable to Ash. With a smile that resembled the Cheshire cat’s she led me into the rocks with an unspoken promise of finding wonderland.

Crossing several sets of boulders we found ourselves in a delightful little den of smooth stones enclosed by weathered rock formations, the open side facing the glorious ocean and the still climbing sun. I was given very little time to appreciate my surroundings as Ash turned and wrapped her arms around my neck, pulled me down and kissed me full on the lips, her full boobs pressing against my chest as her lips met mine. With only a seconds hesitation I dropped our jumpers and wrapped my arms around her, pulling her body tight against mine. Her dainty tongue flicked across my lips only to be met by my own in a wonderful duel of pleasure. With our tongue entwined I slipped my hands down onto her shapely ass, eliciting a slight moan from her as I squeezed her smooth cheeks through her skirt, my hard cock pressing against her crotch through our clothing.

To my disappointment she pulled her lips away from mine, the sun raising a golden halo around her that left me breathless. Yet before I could make a move to bring our lips back into close contact she reached down and gently released her wondrous breasts from their confinement. Upon seeing their perfect form, not a hint of sag, and firm little pink nipples that just cried out to be sucked and worshipped, I was at a loss for words. I have no doubt that my eyes conveyed to her everything I could not say, as she simply smiled as I moved forward and reverently took her globes in my hands. They were too large to fit in my hand fully, yet that did not stop me from trying to grasp all that soft flesh in my palms. I brought my mouth in to suckle on her right nipple, making it harden in a way that brought a sigh to Ash’s lips, before crossing over to repeat the process on the other.

Once again she pulled back from my touch, and once again I marveled at her beauty in the dawn light. This time she had a much cheekier smile in place as she lowered herself to kneel on our discarded jumpers. Agonizingly slowly she reached out edirne escort and drew down my pants, her eyes twinkling with lust at the sight of my 8″ meat. Still moving slowly she gently wrapped her hand around my shaft and gently licked the swollen tip, causing me to groan with incredible pleasure. Locking me with her eyes she bathed my cock with her tongue while gently stroking the shaft with her petite hand. I noticed that her other hand had disappeared under her skirt and was moving rhythmically in the sunlight, her breasts moving in harmony. All thought of this compelling sight was banished from my brain as Ashley sucked my member into the back of her throat and ran her tongue along the underside of my shaft. I was in heaven! She held my like this for what seemed like hours, yet before I could get over exited and end of wondrous outing prematurely she pulled her mouth of my cock and blew a cool steam of air over the head while looking straight into my eyes.

After this incredible sensation I had to return the attention! I raised her up and planted a deep searing kiss on her lips, tasting the saltiness of my pre-cum on her tongue. While her eyes were still closed from the intensity of the kiss I rapidly bent her over to learn her arms against a conveniently located smooth boulder. Raising up her skirt I revealed a skimpy black g-string barely covering her bald and dripping sex, wonderfully illuminated by the warm sun at our backs. Leaning forward I gently kissed the center of her wet crotch, making her moan and thrust back toward me. Not one to keep a lady waiting I swiftly pulled down her panties and thrust my tongue into her wetness, causing her to cry out so loudly that I momentarily feared that other morning walkers would hear. This fleeting thought was quickly dispelled as I brought my fingers into contact with her swollen pink clit, my tongue continuing to thrust into her. As her moans intensified I realized she was getting close. Using my other hand I dipped my index finger into her wetness and began to massage the walls of her love tunnel. With the fingers of both hands hard at work, my tongue found its way to Ash’s tight little pucker, bathing the pink star in spit. All this was more than my goddess could take, with a piecing shriek she came, her pussy flooding my hands with her juice.

Giving her a few moments to recover I pulled her back onto my lap as I sat on our jumpers and held her close. Soon she was trying to kill me with mind-blowing kisses while shifting herself to straddle me and guide my rigid cock into edirne escort bayan her tight pussy. As my penis entered her we both stopped our tongue wrestling and savored the sensation of her tight opening stretching to accept my girth. I reached one hand round to grasp her firm buttocks, the other holding her wondrous breast, as with agonizing slowness she lowered herself onto my rod. The feeling of her pussy around my shaft was incredible, her inner muscles rippled and clenched around me in such a way that made me feel like I would cum on the spot!

Ash soon distracted me but thrusting her tongue into my mouth while staring deep into my eyes. I was so enraptured by those bottomless blue orbs that I lost all thoughts of orgasm and was free to enjoy the pleasure we were sharing as she began to raise and lower herself with increasing speed on my cock. I brought both hand to grasp her tight butt cheeks as I matched her rhythm, spearing deep inside her, causing my beautiful nymph to moan in ecstasy. The golden light illuminating the joining of our bodies out nature made a scene so picturesque I wish I had my camera to capture the moment.

Ashley’s rapid breathing brought me back to the moment, I could tell she was going to cum again with my tight pussy wrapped around me. With my right index finger I pressed gently against her asshole, applying pressure in rhythm with our thrusting, until my first digit was inside her orifice. At the same time I brought my mouth to her breasts and sucked a nipple hard. This intense feeling made my girl arch her back and scream her pleasure to the world. Her pussy clenched down on my cock so hard I could no longer move, while my finger was forced from her rapidly tightening ass. I wrapped my arms around he shaking body and kissed her neck gently as she recovered from that incredible orgasm.

Sitting with my cock buried to the hilt in her warmth I keenly felt the need to cum. Speaking for the first time since we entered this magical place I asked her where she would like my cum. “I want to taste it” came the immediate reply, making my cock jump inside her to her surprise. Lifting her off of me I had her kneel of our abused jumpers once again and press those magnificent breasts around my shaft. As I thrust between her boobs to the rhythm of the surf she stuck out her cute pink tongue to lick the head while looking into my eyes, the suns golden rays making her eyes sparkle and her white boobs glow. It did not take much of this sensory overload for my orgasm to rip through me, Ashley taking my cock into her mouth and swallowing every drop of my seed as I experienced the most intense sensation of my life.

I came back to reality sitting on our jumpers with Ash snuggled against me. As we sat taking in the view and relishing the glow of our coupling we both agreed that we should take the time to watch the sunrise more often.

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First thing in the morning, and I was already half way to my first stop. I had a light day, which I was looking forward to. Mondays could be crazy, what with the weather getting cold.

A call came in over the radio; someone just up the road was having trouble with their heat, and had been without all weekend. I pulled over, took down the address, and punched it into my GPS. Not exactly on my way, but what the hell, I had plenty of time. I made the first turn, and began heading away from the main road. The further I went, the more secluded it became. I’d never been out this way, and it was a little surprising how thick the woods were so close to town.

Another couple of miles, and the voice from the GPS suggested I turn down a narrow, windy road. I was beginning to wonder if there was some mistake in the address, but on double-checking, everything looked right. I turned, and headed on down the way. Thick forest surrounded both sides of the road, which was narrow enough that I couldn’t turn around if I wanted to. So onward I went.

After what seemed like an hour of twisting, turning and bumping down the road, I came to a clearing with a house at one end. It was a rustic place, with a propane tank off one end. Easy fix, I thought, as I parked and stepped out of my truck.

The smell of pie was the first thing I noticed. Apple, if I wasn’t mistaken, and maybe a hint of….cheese?. This trip might be worth the ride out, after all! I walked up the path to the front steps, the smell becoming stronger the closer I got, my stomach growling at me for not having fed it this morning. I could see several pies cooling on the porch, and was tempted to grab one up, when the door opened.

“Thank you for coming!” she said in a voice that sounded tired, but relieved. She was wearing an apron over a loose blouse and skirt, no shoes. Flour was in her hair, which was a bit disheveled, giving her that just-out-of-bed look that always turns me on. A pretty face, and, from what I could tell, a very sexy, full body completed the picture. Not wanting her to get cold, I moved quickly up the stairs, hand extended.

“Morning, ma’am. I’m Greer. I got a call that you’re having trouble with your heat.”

“Yes, it’s been out all weekend. ‘Course, it had to happen the first cold weekend, right?” She took my hand in hers, and gave me such a warm smile, I felt like I knew her well already. “I’m Sherry. Welcome to my humble abode.”

“Thank you, ma’am. Those pies sure smell good. You been cooking all morning?” I asked, hoping she would offer me up a piece.

“Well the oven seems to be working fine, so I figured I’d keep the place from freezing and get a little baking in at the same time. No sense wasting fuel, right?”

“Absolutely! Why don’t we go on inside and talk about what seems to be the problem” I suggested. She led the way in to the kitchen, which was toasty warm, bright and smelled fantastic! She pulled back a chair and offered me a cup of coffee, which I gladly accepted.

“I’ll be right with you. Just got to check the last one. It’s almost done, and I don’t want to burn it.” She turned and bent down to open the oven door. The further she went, the more that skirt rode up her hips….luscious, creamy thighs that looked so inviting I completely forgot my stomach, and moved on to another kind of hunger. The edge was now just barely covering her curvy ass, as I held my breath, hoping for just a bit more. Closing the door, she stood and turned toward me.

“Just a few more minutes before it’s ready. Would you like a piece?” Oh, the thoughts that were running through my head now. “Would I like a piece? Oh my god I want the whole thing! I want to sample you from head to toe!”

I cleared my throat, and chased the thoughts from my mind for the moment.

“You çorum escort don’t have to bother” I said, “although it sure does smell wonderful! You must be quite the baker”. To myself, “and I bet you can cook in other ways too”.

She grabbed her mug from the counter and joined me at the table. “Been baking since I was a kid. It’s what I do when my husband is away. Keeps me sane out her in the middle of nowhere”. With this, she crossed her legs, a bare foot dangling, her toenails painted red. A friendly smile came to her face, and she tossed me a shy glance.

I’m not sure whether it was the fact that my blood was already hot or something else, but this woman was looking just too good to be true! As she sat sipping her coffee, her leg began to swing just a little, and that foot reminded me of a lure I use when out bass fishing; just dangling there, waiting for some big hungry mouth to come gobble it up.

Being an observant guy, I couldn’t help latching on to the idea that her man was gone, for who knows how long, and wondering what else she might like to expend some of that energy on…

“It’s really no trouble. In fact, I’ll get one that’s cooled. Cuts better anyway.” With that, she stood again and headed toward the front door. The way her hips swayed when she moved was so sexy that I couldn’t help feeling my pants tighten. Her skirt was bunched just a little from sitting, tempting my mind to imagine what was just a layer of fabric away.

Opening the door, she eyed the line of pies cooling just outside, and selected one that had been there a while. Again she began to bend, slowly, sensuously. As she reached the pie on the floor, the hemline of her skirt rode right up onto her ass. My jaw practically hit the floor when I realized…. she had no panties on! There was no mistaking those sweet, pouty lips tucked between soft fleshy thighs. Now I had a raging hard-on, one that was not going to hide! Of course, the way she showed herself to me, I had a hunch this was exactly what she wanted!

She turned back into the kitchen, pie in one hand, pulling at the skirt with the other, trying to get it back down where it belonged, and kicked the door closed behind her. As if nothing unusual was happening, she set it on the counter and pulled a knife from a drawer.

Feeling a little dizzy, all I could think to do was try to cover this raging erection. I crossed my legs uncomfortably, but felt so awkward that I decided to just let it show. Hell, if she was going to taunt me like this, she needed to know that it was working! I leaned back in my chair, spread my legs comfortably and let it strain against the fabric of my chinos, causing an obvious tent.

I watched her cut a couple of slices, and slide them onto plates. Turning toward me, a slice in each hand, she glanced down at my trousers, a gleam in her eye, and a coy smile on her face. She set the plates on the table, leaning forward, her blouse falling open. The swell of her breasts under the apron was tantalizing. They were sizable enough, although it was hard to really guage with the restrictive nature of the apron.

Noticing that I was looking, she straightened, and untied the strings from her back, peeling the apron from her body. They were beauties! Full and soft, with nipples jutting through, obviously no bra to hide them. As she moved toward the kitchen, they swayed a little from side to side, the nipples tracing a line across the front of her blouse. I was dumbstruck, a little unsure how to proceed. I wasn’t used to being seduced, and certainly not by such a sexy woman. Not knowing what else to do, I sat there with a goofy smile on my face, taking her in.

Sherry brought over a couple of forks, refilled my coffee and sat, pulling her chair away from the table a denizli escort bit and turning to face me. Her legs almost instinctively crossed again, as she picked up her plate and fork. Her leg began swinging again, this time with a bit more force. I was mesmerized, watching that hemline work its way higher and higher.

Taking a bite, she moaned, and asked me if I was going to try some. As if waking from a dream, I realized that I had been staring for some time. Very impolite, but I couldn’t help myself! I reached for my plate and fork, and took a bite. “Mmmmmmm! This is the most delicious pie I have ever tasted!”, I said, and I wasn’t lying. It had just the right balance of sweet and tart.

Heartened by my response, Sherry took another fork full. A fairly large slice of apple came away with the fork, dangling, looking like it might fall off. Raising it up above her mouth, she let it slide down between her full lips, savoring, sucking it in a little at a time, her leg swinging harder still. “Mmmmmmmmmm…..” was all she said, and it was all I needed to hear. I was out of my chair and on her, kissing those lips, tasting the warm apple taste in her mouth, my hands finding those exquisite mounds, teasing her nipples with gentle strokes of open hands.

Her body responded instantly to my touch, pushing herself into my hands, her legs unfolding and open. Our mouths locked in a deep kiss, breath becoming stronger and hotter. I reached under that soft, juicy ass and lifted her up onto my hips, standing over the table, taking in the sensation of her body warmth so close to my engorged cock. Sherry wrapped those strong legs around me and began moving, grinding her body into mine, causing my erection to grow harder still. Her hands were in my hair, and when my fingers began to probe her sopping pussy, a wanton moan escaped her lips.

Pushing her plate aside, I set her down on the table, finding my way to the buttons on her shirt. They were a tight fit, and wouldn’t undo easily. After a few moments of fumbling, the animal in me came out, and I grabbed the fabric and pulled hard. Rrrrrrrip….away came that blouse, exposing two beautiful breasts, nipples hard, areolas swollen. Sherry let out a gasp, and her legs clamped hard around me. I was beginning to feel a dampness through my pants, which incited me on.

Sherry leaned back on the table and looked into my eyes, that look telling me that she needed this badly. My hips were humping her slow and steady now, and her body moved right in rhythm. She reached up with one hand and drew me down toward those succulent breasts. Not one to resist in situations like these, I leaned forward, kissing her soft flesh, taking in her smell, her warmth. Her head fell back, and her nipples raised up to greet me. I took one in my hand, gently squeezing and pinching it. It was so hard and swollen I thought it might burst. My lips found the other, brushing against it lightly, then taking it into my mouth. Mmmmmm….this was heaven! I could feel her body respond, and her breath quicken. She pulled my head into her hard, and I began sucking on that nipple like I might draw milk. Her grinding became more emphatic, then her whole body tightened, and she stopped breathing for a second. The dampness on my trousers became a distinct wet spot where she had been rubbing, and I could smell her sex, which aroused me even further.

Pushing her back onto the table, I kissed my way down her body. She lay back looking at me in anticipation. I hiked those sexy legs over my shoulders, and began brushing my lips lightly against the insides of her thighs. Her scent was strong now, her skin glistening with juices. Sherry lay back and began stroking her breasts, sighs escaping from her lips. My tongue found the hard little nub at the düzce escort top of her sex lips, and began flicking against it. First one finger, then a second, and a third made its way inside her, sliding in easily. It was difficult for me not to cum right then and there, and was apparently impossible for her, as she bucked back against my mouth and fingers, groaning loudly. I took her clit into my mouth and sucked on it gently, while my fingers began a slow pumping in and out. Sherry’s groans became louder, and her body twisted and thrust on the table uncontrollably. I could feel the shiver coming from deep inside her, growing stronger and stronger, then a flush of fluid coated my hand and mouth as she screamed out, “Yes!! Oh God Yes!! OOooooohhhhhhhh….”

Her spasms began to subside, her body softening, a deep breath and soft moan coming from her lips. I slid my fingers out of her, and stood so that my straining cock was right there at her pearly gates. So aroused that I could have shot my load in two seconds flat, I took a moment to regroup. Sherry reached down and grabbed my hardness through my chinos, that coy smile returning. Her eyes were smouldering, her hair wilder than before, and I knew that this was the beginning of something beautiful.

“Oh Shit!” Not what I expected to hear, and all of a sudden, Sherry scurried off the table and rushed to the oven. In our distraction she had forgotten about the pie that was still baking. Opening the door, a strong smell of apple and cheddar filled the room. Perfect timing, if only by chance! Picking up her oven mitts, she bent to retrieve this tasty morsel, exposing herself fully to me. Her lips were open and inflamed, and slick with her juices. Those full breasts swaying in the heat of the oven, it was all I could do to not attack her right there. I undid my belt and unzipped, taking my cock in hand. I might have to wait until she was out of harms way, but that was all she was getting!

She moved to the counter and placed the hot plate down, and just in time. I directed the head between her legs, sliding inside her with ease. Momentarily surprised, she jumped, and then settled back into me. Oh god was it good….so warm and moist…..so receptive….Pushing her into the counter, I slid in further, then drew back out again. Sherry looked back at me as she bent over, giving me full access. Those juicy ass cheeks rolled back, and all I had to do was lean forward to slide in right up to my balls.

Taking another moment to clear my head, enjoying her sweet pussy gripping me, I leaned into her and kissed the back of her neck. Her breasts were grazing the countertop, so I took one in each hand. A moan came from deep in her throat as I began to slowly pump into her, pushing her body into the counter. With each withdrawal, I squeezed her nipples, pulling them, then sliding slow and strong into her depths. Her hips began to match my strokes, rolling back to accept me, then forward, pushing the length of my tool against her pelvis as I withdrew. Picking up the pace, we got into a nice, steady rhythm, both of us breathing heavy, banging into that counter until the dishes rattled.

I could feel the heat building in my balls, and the head of my cock begin to grow larger. I knew I was close, beyond controlling anything. So I began to thrust into her with all my strength, pounding her hard, and groaning, almost growling. Sherry kept right up with me, her moans getting louder, her body pushing back to meet me. The heat continued to build, sweat dripping, as we slipped and slid. My balls began to tighten, and I could feel the impending explosion from deep within. Banging into her harder, I let out an animal noise that felt so powerful that it might have been scary in another situation. Burying myself all the way up in her, the fluid that had been building inside me came spewing out into Sherry’s hot pussy…one hard shot, then another, then another. Forcing my cock deeper with every spasm, her walls gripping and releasing, milking my cock for all she was worth, she screaming out now, “cum for me…oooooohhhhh cummmmmmmmmm…”

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It’s always the worst feeling talking to your buddy after imagining the things you’d do to his girlfriend given half chance. The problem is I go through this everyday. See, my wife and I live next door to my friend Chris and his girlfriend Jess so we hangout almost everyday. And everyday I see Jess I can’t help but imagine what her naked body squirming under me would be like. It doesn’t help that it’s warmer now. She likes to be outside and that comes with tank tops, cutoff shorts, and flip flops and getting a eye full of most of her body drives me crazy. I’d give anything to see the rest of her.

Jess is a pretty average girl. She’s not a super model and is no size 0 but she looks good. She’s got short brown hair and blue eyes that shine through her glasses. What’s important is the nice round ass that knocks me into a different world when she bends over. She’s got a nice handful when it comes to her chest. They aren’t big but I’m not a boob guy and I’m more turned on by cleavage then by tits anyways. I’m not kidding when I say she knows how to use what she has.

Chris and I had been friends for a while so we’re all pretty comfortable around each other to the point where we barely knock. One evening after work I grabbed a beer and walked next door to hangout, since my wife was at work. I knocked a quick beat and walked in.

“Hey!” Jess said walking into the den from the kitchen.

I felt my stomach drop, when I saw her in a black tank top and cloth bootie shorts. Her bare feet lightly slapped against the hardwood as she walked toward me. “Uhh, is Chris home?” I asked trying to shake off the thoughts that were bombarding me.

“No not yet, but you can wait here for him. I think he should be here soon.” She smiled and motioned toward the couch.

I sat down and took a couple of gulps of beer while doing my best to look at everything but Jess. Not even a few seconds passed before I couldn’t tear my eyes off of her. When I sat down she put her hair up in a bun exposing her soft neck and the little blue bird tattoo that was usually unseen. She got down on the floor and began to play with their dog. Her shirt was doing all it could to keep her tits from falling out as she got on all fours. It’s like the world vanished when she turned in the same direction I was facing, because her ass was right in front of me. The shorts she was wearing pressed tightly bursa escort in every nook she had. I could see a slight bulge where her ass turned into a mound of pussy lips.

I was glad the dog was growling and being noisy, I know a whimper escaped my throat as she dropped her chest to the floor leaving her ass in the air. I pictured myself sliding those shorts right off that round ass and taking her with my now throbbing cock. I gritted my teeth and took another drag from my beer, keeping my eyes on this masterpiece swaying slightly in front of me.

Suddenly remembering I was there, she sat up and turned around. I’ve got the right idea when it comes to not getting caught staring so when she looked at me, I was looking at the blacked screen on my phone. I glanced up at her and she looked slightly disappointed.

She laughed awkwardly, “I’m sorry I just started putting my ass up like that.”

I laughed and said, “I’m sorry I missed that.”

She giggled and stood up with a almost slow and and deliberate movement allowing me to look deep into her cleavage.

“Need another?” She asked when I finished the last of my beer.

“Yes, please.” I said giving her the empty.

She came back a minute later and handed me the open beer. She sat down on the opposite couch which was still close enough for our knees to touch and asked, “So, how are things?”

“Things are good.” I said taking a sip.

“Good.” She said with a smile.

By now most of my attention was on the smooth thigh that was inches from my leg. I longed to just reach out and run my fingers up it and feel her soft skin.

“Did uhh, Chris say when he’d be home?”

“Yeah, he texted me a few minutes ago and said he’d be home in a few hours. I guess he got into something at work. When is Sarah supposed to be home?”

I glanced at the clock and saw it was right at 5 pm. “In like three hours.”

“Well it looks like we’re on our own for now.” She said smiling. “Wanna watch a movie?”

“Sure!” I said watching her bounce off the couch and walk over to the collection of dvds. I continued to stair at her as she looked over the choices. She bent slowly over to look at the options at the bottom of the rack. I could swear her hips were slightly swaying. She grabbed one towards the top and stuck it inside the tv. “This is a good one, but çanakkale escort I’m going to need one of those.” She said pointing at my lap.

For a second I was confused but then I realized she meant beer as she walked out of the den. It took her a little longer to return but when she did I noticed a perfume that I hadn’t before. Her hair was down in a sexy messy tangle from her session on the floor with the dog. She sat back on the couch and crossed her legs. The movie started and we sat in silence for a few minutes.

I noticed a soft foot against my shin and was very glad I decided on shorts today. She was slowly moving her toes on my leg and I remained motionless out of fear of breaking whatever she was doing. Maybe she just didn’t realize what was happening and I didn’t want her to stop. I took a drink from my bottle and then she moved her foot so now it was pressed against my leg instead of just lightly brushing. The softness of the bottom of her foot against my leg was driving me crazy. I glanced from the tv to her and she smiled at me as her foot started to move up and down my leg. I could hardly breathe I was so excited. I took another drink and moved my leg closer to her giving her more range for her foot to explore. She kept moving it for a minute but then she put her ankle on my knee, using me for a foot rest. I reached down with my free hand began to massage her foot. She moaned slightly and moved her foot to my thigh for reach. I continued to rub her foot and watch the movie but the only thing I could focus on was the soft weight of her foot on my thigh, so close to my cock that I was worried it would throb and she would know how much I was enjoying this.

“You know,” she said. “My other foot is jealous.” She stood up and walked to the couch I was sitting on and sat down placing both of her feet on my thigh. “That should make it easier for you.”

I sat my beer down after a long gulp and began to rub her little feet.

“Mmm.” She breathed with her eyes close. “That feels nice.”

I worked her feet for a bit and even made sure to play with her blue painted toes. I slowly moved my hands to her ankles and up the back of her calf continuing the massage. She pressed her feet flat against my thigh and bent her knees allowing me reach all of her legs.

I just couldn’t believe it, her feet and legs felt çankırı escort so soft. I failed in all my imagining of the way she would feel in my hands. I moved my hand to the top of her thigh and instead of massaging I lightly ran my fingertips up and down her lower thigh, fear of breaking the spell kept me from moving up too quickly.

Jess lowered her knees back down placing her feet directly on my crotch and parted her legs slightly granting my fingers access to her inner thigh. My brain was mush. Her feet were now on my bulge and there is no doubt she could feel How hard I was. I picked up my beer and downed what was left as my fingers continued to dance around, slowly moving to her milky and smooth inner thigh.

I felt the off and on pressure of her feet as Jess began to kneed on my cock with her toes. My hand was now resting on top of her thigh with my fingers in between her legs. I was now at the edge of her shots and my fingers could feel the slight humidity that was radiating inches away from them. The pressure coming from her toes increased the higher I went on her thigh. I hesitated when I got to the top of her thigh, still not able to believe I was in this situation. Jess then took one foot off my lap and placed it on the floor, spreading her legs open and giving my hand all the room it needed. I moved my hand from her leg to the mound that was still pushing out from the shorts she was wearing. Jess hummed slightly as I pushed my fingers against her pussy and was surprised to feel how wet she was. She had already soaked through her shorts, and from the feel of her pussy lips, I could tell she wasn’t wearing panties.

I looked at her and she was looking at me biting her lower lip with a look that said, ‘keep going.’

Suddenly, her phone lit up and began to ring. We both jumped as she scrambled to find it.

“Hi, honey!” Jess answered cheerfully. She had moved her foot off me and pulled the other up, closing her thighs. I sat up straight and returned my attention to the movie.

“Alright, I’ll see you soon….I love you too honey.” It was quiet for a few moments before Jess said, “Chris will be home in 5 minutes.”

“Okay, that’s cool.” I replied, not sure what to do.

Jess laughed. “Cool? I think it sucks.”

I chuckled awkwardly.” You got that right.”

“Oh well, next time!” She smiled and and leaned forward, placing a hand on the bulge in my pants and her lips to the side of my face. “Now go get rid of this before Chris comes home and sees.” She whispered. “I got to go change and put some panties on.” She giggled at the dumb look on my face and bounced up off the couch and walked off into her room.

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Ash felt her body squirming and thrusting against his with a lot of action, it was not at all a new thing but did give him a mild surprise.

He didn’t expect this married pussy to be so easy on his meat and the way she choked herself on his cock was too much, the sequence of events was really too erotic to be lived in any kind of past, forget the recent one.

It was nothing short of a sudden stormy encounter to arouse such deep explicit passions in both of them, passions that could not be chilled by any dousing whatsoever.

He kissed her with her eyes gazing at the huge portrait of Venkaji in the room and shutting her eyes thought what had become of her.

This day, she was no more or no less than ‘A class Iyengar whore’ and it all happened in a space of 8-10 hours since 6 am in the morning.

She just thoughts of all the pricks which had ravished her since that time. there was Ananth who started the day for her, then it was Manjeet followed by the 2-in-1: Ananth and his boss Dayal and finally Ash.

She was now supposed to service Ripu who was waiting in the other room after a long rest since the early part of the day when Ash and he got together to screw Radha darling.

Radha was sprawled on the bed near to Ash’s groin and her lips gently grazed the pubic hair making the sensitive jewels just below quiver, the foreskin on the prick was partially covering the cockhead and the coital juices of the just concluded trios fuck between her, Ash and Hema darling was visible, the shimmering liquid still oozing out of the prick hole gave it away, amply.

Ash kissed her again and this time on the lids of her wide-set eyes, then he pulled away from her and bent his head, his hand coming back to her cheek. “I know you,” he whispered into her ear, “I know you so well … even though we’ve just met. I have fucked many women but none have been like you. Demure but sexy, elusive but available finally and last but not the least, married and still tight between your legs”.

Hema felt ashamed.

She did not want this, fucking Ash and she dreaded this moment.

She knew that this was going to be a tough call and there will be no going back after this, he was a knight and had all blue blood in his prick veins. They sang a beautiful song, the prick played the violin while the cunt was juicily getting milked giving the feel of ‘jal tarang’.

Radha was stunned when she saw Hema clasp the face of Ash around her legs and suck his cock – while he was seated on the sofa with Hema lying on him, it was a scene which one can concoct but not enact. How could she balance her self?

Without Ash catching her anywhere on the body and to be in that acrobatic position for 16 minutes was anybody’s guess.

The only answer probably ‘Passionate clutches of peaking sex’.

With this single act, Hema’s debauchery and entry into the real world of sexual slavery bitlis escort and business was sealed.

The next round was well negotiated and she was promised 50 lakhs for that one fuck which Ripu was to have with her. Ripu had heard enough and he was prepared to go that far. This was nearly 30 times what he paid to get the cherry from Radha – a couple of years ago.

Times had changed and also tastes, virgin pussies were a craze that time and now it was for married pussies.

Hema quickly got up and logged into her Citibank account over the phone, it showed up ’25 lakhs’ already.

The remaining was to be transferred after Ripu got back to Delhi. Ripu was floundering money over pussies, he had enough to do all this and a lot more. Hema learnt a lot of all this while spending time with Geetha and Radha, this was not news to her, the only hitch was when and where to start, today flipped that inhibition ‘phut’ and it was all for grabs.

She dressed quickly for Ripu and wore a shimmering Nylex saree for a change- Ripu was a Northie, would not appreciate or find Kanjeevaram silks alluring. She took special care to wear a low neck with a low back blouse. Of course no bra or panty and of course no petticoat.

(Readers- All my heroines are same when it comes to their distaste in the word ‘undergarment’. It could be anything.)

Radha knocked on the door and was led straight into the cool confines with no delay, in fact Radha as naked as a bird shooed her in and greeted,’ Ripu darling- this is the latest in our menu for you and we know it will not be the last, she will come to Delhi whenever you want, she is a member of the club now’.

‘Main jaanta hoon raand, paise bhi to maine hee diye hain iske membership ke, ab to phoot, mujhe iske har purje ka muyana karna hai’, saying Ripu, obviously noticed that Hema was watching.

He stopped worrying about Radha who quietly went out of the room and locked it from the other side, Ripu started rubbing and unzipping his pants.

He moved off the chair slightly as he pulled down both his pants and his underwear and immediately his long, hard cock which stood a good size came out as if to breathe fresh air, Ripu was very shameless and continued rubbing it with his hands for Hema’s viewing.

Hema watched him and his doings with fascination, and to tease him out of his wits, she licked her lips as a drop of pre-cum formed on the cock tip. “What should I do?” She asked him very innocently.

“Suck it my Tamil Iyengar darling, after tasting Radha my taste for the Tamil Iyengars pussies has really gone up. I am planning to start a farm of Iyengar beauties in Delhi, would you like to manage that for me?” Ripu shouted, very sarcastically.

Hema shrugged, she did not like his depiction of the community and the women but then it was her mistake and doing too, she was doing bolu escort what was not right for the community. Anyway, she figured, why bother as long her bank balance improved and she kept moving forward.

She moved towards Ripu and with all the clothes still on her sexy body bent down and knelt on the floor as Ripu watched in fascination when she took his manhood and started caressing it and the balls with her skillful hands.

He really fainted when she suddenly moved forward and licked the tip, tasting the drop that had formed there. “Well?” she said, “Is this what you want me to do?” .

Ripu quickly moved her out of the ways and completed undressed and rubbed the dick slowly against her very sexy cheeks and really got aroused much more when she rubbed her scented fingers across the lips and nose in a very erotic manner while smiling and again started licking Ripu’s prick.

Then she took the head of it into her mouth, moistening it with her tongue and tickled at it a little while sliding her lips slowly down the shaft, then she slid the foreskin off the cock head slowly and gently back and forth. The cavity area of the cockhead really was smelling and very dirty.

Hema was an expert in such situations and sucked the entire accumulation from there and before he realized, Ripu felt clean and extremely wet because of her saliva.

She continued to tickle Ripu’s shaft with her tongue, running it up and down the underside and began sucking in earnest, her head bobbing up and down on the stranger’s cock, this was too much for Ripu and was sure that there was little to compare between the other 2 (Sonika, Radha) and this one when it came to cock sucking. It was becoming unbearable and for the first time Ripu did nothing to stop the descending avalanche of pleasure and started cumming.

Hema started to remove her mouth, but realized that if she did, Ripu would squirt all over her Nylex saree, so, instead, she took all of his juices into her mouth, Ripu was a tarzan when it came to ejaculating and juicing and he came so much that a small trickle started to flow down from the corner of her lips.

Finally, the flow subsided, and Ripu’s cock started to go down and became small.

And quick it was. Within half an hour of her entry into the room, he began squirting his load into her mouth and his first orgasm was complete.

Hema on her part sucked and sucked, swallowing his load until he was dry.

Hema was wearing a Very light dress, a simple braided gold chain hung around her neck and there was the black beaded mangalsutra. Her huge breasts and the stiff nipples were clearly visible through the cloth.

As Ripu watched from beneath her grinning and chuckling softly. He opened the buttons of her blouse and slid his hands up her slender, superbly curved body to cup her breasts.

They were more than his hands burdur escort could weigh and filled his palms as he was marveled at their perfection, Ripu pinched the hard nipples making the 25-year-old Hema shudder in pleasure.

Her sari was still on her clinging to her body just by the hook at the waist and was all rolled up onto her midriff. Her hips started sinking lower and lower.

Ripu was patiently waiting and snorted, bending his knees and arching his hips, and thrust his thick but long cock deep into her hot, wet cunt. It was very tight he could feel the sinews contracting on his throbbing prick.

The moment was too much as he watched in the mirror just above both of them, Hema’s face radiating with lust, her lips parted showing her tongue well placed within- wet and sexy tongue moving inside between the shining white teeth with abandoned, shameless slowness over her sexy upper lip.

In the mirror, it was very sexy to watch and he started to hurry up and gripped her buttocks.

“Slowly, Ripu darling- I am yours, enjoy me otherwise you will again ejaculate, I can give you pleasure as long as you want. I know how to please men” she whispered, “Don’t be in a rush.”

Ripu strained his neck and somehow managed to reach one of her nipples with his tongue, and started snaking the same around it, Hema was enjoying all this and in response started biting her lower lip, moaning softly.

“OHHHHHH UH OH UH OH OH A OH A OH OH RIPU! NO… UHHH NO NO NO FUCK FUCK FUCK ME…………….. OHHHH OHHHHHH!”, Hema started crying as he squeezed her breasts and moved his hips under her.

Hema started enjoying this more and more and began rocking back and forth over him.

Ripu could feel and see the wave of lust on her face and he had no doubt that she had a really lovely face, really sexy and extremely erotic that he had ever known, with her nostrils flared up and her mouth open, and her dark eyes which were wet with desire.

Hema was now on her hands and knees over him, and moved her body up and down, back and forth, sliding her cunt along the length of his prick, her cunt was burning hot and wet and tight, s again moaned softly, her face arched while the mangalsutra around her neck made her look more sexy.

Ripu gripped her buttocks and moved his dick inside matching her torso’s up and down,.,this was well synchronized.

Her breasts bounced and swayed freely in the wild display of sexual pleasure.

“Ohhhhh uhhh yes! Oh god yes! Oh that’s so good, Ripu … uhh Ripu uhhhh Ohhh fuck yes! Oh ma OHHHHH yes! Oh yes!” Hema cried out.

The bitch was fucked in this position for more than an hour by Ripu who gained a lot of strength in this round and did not want to look stupid in front of the slut.

Hema allowed him to spray his entire spendings on her cuntal lips, waist and breasts and last but not the least, sizeable portion of the cum was delivered on her sexy face and eyes and some managing to slip into her ears.

Hema was looking a true slut what with, some of the cum shining on the gold necklace and also on the ‘mangalsutra’.

Venkaji should have been here, his portrait was in the other room.

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Miguel is a very handsome boy, with dark hair, blue eyes overall he was perfect. Miguel lived with his uncle since he was 11, he was now 26, they were the only people he called family, they were nice to him and treated as their own son, since they had no child. They were poor but lived in a family house, they tried their best to afford him the little they could provide. Miguel’s mum died when giving birth to him, and his Dad died 15 years back.

***************

Miguel was sleeping peacefully on the his bed when all of a sudden the alarm began to buzz, he quickly hit the alarm to stop it from buzzing. After few minutes he got up and looked himself in the mirror, boy he was a mess, he went into the bathroom and had a shower, after sometime he came out, dried up his body, got dressed and went down the stairs, he was gonna go out and continue looking for a job.

As he arrived down, he saw his uncle and aunt sitting at the dinning already having breakfast, they motioned him to sit down and join them but he declined.

“Good morning Uncle, Aunt debra, sorry I can not join you for breakfast, I have somewhere to be right now.”

“Some where so important that you can not have a little breakfast?” Aunt Debra said.

“Yeah” he replied, and began heading towards the door.

“Alright but don’t stay out late,” Uncle Edwards said.

“I won’t” he replied, exiting the house.

***************

It was a busy day in St. Luis, the streets were full with people, Miguel was hurrying down the lane to stop a taxi, when he bumped into a lady on his way.

“Ouch, Can’t you look where you are going?” She asked with anger.

“I am so sorry, I am just so in a hurry,” he said as he was walking away.

He ran down, and was lucky just in time to see a taxi, and he hopped in.

After what felt like hours, the taxi carrying Miguel finally arrived its destination, he paid the driver and got down. He stared at the huge building in front of him, it was really huge, painted white, he was at Shelton group of companies bayburt escort one of the biggest companies in St. Luis, known for having large number of employees. He walked in and was awed at the beauty of the company, he looked around and spotted a lady on a desk who he assumed was the receptionist, he walked up to her and introduced himself.

“Um, hello, my name is Miguel”

“Hello, she responded.

“I want to see the manager, of the company” he stated.

The blond lady looked at Miguel for a long time, before she spoke.

“Go that way, she pointed at a corner, follow the stairs on the right, you will arrive at the elevator, enter and stop at the 5th floor, turn right and you will see a door, that is the managers office”. She said.

Miguel thanked the receptionist and followed the receptionist instruction and soon found himself at the Managers door, after taking some deep breaths, he knocked on the door, and a female voice ushered him to come in.

As he opened the door, he somewhat felt shy, and looked down as he walked in.

The lady seated took a look at the boy who was putting on a blue jean trouser not looking too good but ok, a green shirt and was looking down.

“You are welcome, please take a seat”.

The lady had such a sweet voice Moguel thought, as he raised his head and looked into the eyes of the lady, he was shocked, he had seen this face before, oh no he thought, it was the lady he bumped into earlier today. The lady smiled and then said.

“So we meet again, rude boy”

“Uh no- it’s not what you think I can explain” he stuttered.

“Oh no need, I am not a fool, I knew you were in a hurry, take a seat, and tell me what brings you here”.

As Miguel sat down, he nervously raised his head up, and stared into the Lady’s face.

“I am really sorry for what happened earlier”, He sincerely apologised.

“It’s alright…

“But if I may ask what was an influential lady like you doing on the street?”

“I actually went down bilecik escort to get something, but tell me what brings you here.”

“Well I am actually looking for a job”

“What is your qualification?”

“I am a high school graduate, due to financial difficulties I could not further my education” he said feeling down.

“That’s a bit of a problem, the only job available is that of being a messenger, and the pay is not much, 1500 dollars a month”.

Miguel kept quiet, after sometime he spoke up.

“I will take it”

“Good, ask the receptionist to direct you to the HDR department, tell them I sent you, and follow the rest procedures.”

“Ok Ma’am”

“Call me Yvonne”

“Ok Y-Y–vo-ne”

“Call me Yvonne, and I must say you are very handsome, you could go places with that body of yours” she said , smiling seductively.

Miguel gave slight smile and headed out of the office. He met the receptionist who directed him to the HDR department.

***************

Miguel arrived home at exactly 3pm, it was a hectic day for him, the meeting with the HDR department too longer than expected, at least he got a job, and would be going out on a daily basis. He arrived the door and turned the knob, the door opened and he walked in to see his uncle and aunt watching a movie on their old TV. He greeted them and sat by their side.

“Hey, guess what”

“What?” His uncle and aunt chorused at the same time.

“I got a job, not a good one though, but at least I will get something to support the family”

“That’s good, this calls for celebration” Aunt Debra exclaimed.

“It’s a meager salary of 1500 dollars a month aunt.”

“It’s better than nothing son, you never can tell, what luck yo might find there, and what is the name of the company? Uncle Edward asked

“Shelton Group of companies”

“No way!! are you kidding?” Uncle Edwards asked.

“I am serious, I got a job there as a messenger”

“Enough talking, go and have your bingöl escort rest you have a job to attend to tomorrow, now off you go” Aunt Debra said.

Miguel walked up to his room, took a good shower, and then decided to have a quick nap, as he drifted into sleep, the last thought on his mind was, what fate had for him at shelton group of companies.

******************

Miguel arrived work early, dressed in his Uniform, the one the company gave to its workers, who did low paid jobs. He was looking hot in his uniform, he had his hair combed backwards, he was totally stunning. As he moved around, a boy about the same age as him, approached.

“Hey, seems like you are new”

“Yeah” Miguel answered.

“My name is Tom, I have worked here for a year and a half now, feel free to meet me about anything,” Tom said.

“Thanks” Miguel appreciated.

As tom walked away, a blonde haired guy walked up to Miguel,

“Miss Yvonne requests your presence”, the guy said and walked away.

“Not every one can be nice”, Miguel thought, as he headed for the elevator.

Soon he arrived Yvonne’s office. She was wearing a red velvet suit, with her hair tied in a pony hair style.

“Miguel, the Chairman’s daughter, will be coming into the country, this night, you will be her personal aid.”

“Sorry, but if I may ask, why me, today is my first day of work and…

“Miguel, her name is Lilian, and she has high tastes, she specifically requested a personal aid who works in the company, and not just any aid a handsome male aid, and you my friend fall into that category, you are the most handsome guy here, well for now, so do not tell her you just resumed work, whatever she tells you, play along.”

“Yes ma’am”

She raised her face and looked at Miguel.

“Yvonne”

“That’ better, get ready tomorrow your life changes, people who associate with Lilian have a lot to benefit, if you play your cards well, I am giving you the day off” She said and continued with the paper works on her desk.

Miguel left the office, pondering over what she meant by playing his cards well, well he was gonna find out the next day to come, he just hoped everything turned out for the better.

***************

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Two – Second Daughter’s Friend

It had been just about 6 weeks since I got the cast for my broken arm. I had fallen getting into the shower after answering a phone call. My daughters were the ones who found me when they had arrived for me to take them out for a family dinner that evening.

It was rather embarrassing that they had seen me naked, but it was good in that it was the catalyst that got me back out in circulation for the first time in the two years since my wife had died. I had adopted a plan of just hanging on to life to be there if my daughters needed their father; I had no real thought of actually living a life. But since they had seen me naked, my daughters had hatched a plan to take advantage of my respectable equipment and my fairly even temperament, to help out some of their friends and co-workers just as my wife had done for about 20 years until shortly before her death, although my daughters didn’t know of my wife’s more recent actions.

About 3 weeks ago, my oldest daughter, Barb, had set me up with one of her co-workers, an assistant named Janet, to help her get back into a productive life after her recent relationship, a real disaster, had ended. I had been with her to provide an expanded sexual education and as a big boost to her self-esteem. Although I had only provided that service at my wife’s insistence previously, it indeed felt right and very comfortable to be back in that role even if it was at my daughters’ instigations.

Well, like I said, I had been wearing that cast for about 6 weeks, and I was sure fed up with it. Luckily, or unluckily for me, my second daughter, Lexie, short for Alexandria, is an orthopedic nurse and she asked if I could participate in a training class so her newest nursing staff members could see the correct way to remove a cast. She knew I wouldn’t turn her down; I just never could resist doing anything my daughters asked of me.

So Tuesday, after the doctor had reviewed the x-ray to make sure that everything was as it should be, and after he had offered to go ahead and remove the cast, I had told him that I was going to help out the nursing staff be being their guinea pig in the class on Thursday.

“Ah, so I guess your daughter talked you into that job? Be careful, and if they start asking for more practice, don’t let them get your pants off. They talked me into helping when I first started my residency here and I ended up in a full body cast. It took them three hours to cut it off piece by piece so each could have a turn with the cast saw.”

“Thanks for the warning, doc… I’ll keep that in mind.”

On Thursday, when I arrived at the hospital a few minutes before the class which was scheduled to start at 1:00, I discovered that they had two other people there as well. One had a cast from knee to toes, the other had a cast covering most of his upper body and with an arm rest contraption holding the shoulder immobile with the arm straight out to the side and the elbow bent at about a 45 degree angle to the front. Looking at that, I was so glad I hadn’t had that on for 6 weeks, or more…

“Hey, Dad; thanks for showing up and letting my nurses practice getting the casts off. I don’t know what the doctor said to the other two people that agreed to be available for the class, but they backed out after they saw that doctor for a final review. I guess I need to have a chat with him about scaring off our guinea pigs; ha, ha.”

“Well, I can tell you that he told me to be careful to not let you talk me into putting on any extra casts so your nurses could get extra practice, and he mentioned an incident with a full body cast…”

“Oh, so he pulled that joke on you too, huh? Well, now I really need to have a talk to him about that. He really did scare off two people from coming around for our training. Why don’t you throw your cap and jacket on those hooks over there? We’ll be starting in just a minute, so if you’ll go over to that table and chair on the left…

“Okay, everyone, I think we should get started about now. I hope that you two with the simple casts don’t mind, and I’m sure you have a hint as to why we are going in this order. I believe that we will start with the more complex shoulder/arm cast to get that off as soon as possible. The doctor did report to me just after his review this morning that it could be removed. And I bet that Mr. Jackson will be a little more careful about playing tackle football with his two sons in the future.”

There was a light round of giggles from several of the nursing students and even from both of us who would be waiting a little longer for our turn. Lexie had the first student cut from the end on the raised arm across to the neck opening along the top. Then had a second student cut from slightly below straight to the front, parallel until she reached the shoulder and then start angling slightly up to reach the neck about 4 inches in front of the first cut. The third did a cut mirroring the second but on the back side of the balıkesir escort arm. They then peeled back the cast sections to release the arm for movement. The fourth cut was across the opposite shoulder to the neck. Then they had a final cut up the opposite side from the waist to just below the arm. And the rest of the cast was peeled off. The relief was visible in Mr. Jackson’s face even when they put a sling on and told him to build up to using his arm gradually.

By the time that they had cut off Mrs. Davis’ leg cast, all of the student nurses had had two tries with the cast saw except for the last girl who had only had the short cut on the off shoulder of Mr. Jackson. Lexie had told the students that after their second try, they could stay and watch the rest or they could leave since this was the last class session for the day. Naturally, only Lexie, and Gail, the last nursing student to make her second cut, and I were left still in the room.

“Okay Gail, I noticed that you were a little anxious about making the saw cuts in front of the whole crowd. That’s why I thought you may feel better being last since I knew that they’d all take off as soon as they could. So only we three are here now and you can do this with just the one needed cut, or you can make an extra cut opposite to the normal cut also for a little extra practice. This gentleman happens to be my father so you don’t have to worry about anything being said if you do want to do the extra cut.

“By the way, Gail, yes, this is my father, Jason Stroker, and Dad, this is Gail Townsend, our newest nursing student transferee to orthopedics. Please excuse me; I see someone I need to speak to for a moment. I’ll be right back.”

“Good afternoon, Ms. Townsend, it’s nice to meet you.”

“Thank you, Mr. Stroker, it’s nice to meet you too, and what Nurse Stroker failed to say is that I have been a nurse for less than 6 months and in orthopedics barely over 1 month. So I have helped put on just 2 casts and this is the first time that I have helped in removing a cast. So please stop me if it starts to hurt at all or you feel any discomfort.”

“Very tactfully stated, Gail… Oh, may I call you Gail? And, with just we two here, please call me Jason. Mr. Stroker, was my father and although I am old enough to be your father, I feel a little younger than he would be. We can go back to being more formal, as may be required, when others are around.

“I know that Lexie wouldn’t let you do anything that you weren’t ready for or that she felt you might hurt anyone, so I’m sure she has complete confidence in you and your ability. And since I saw that neither of the other two guinea pigs had any discomfort or injuries from the equipment, I have no fear whatsoever.”

“Thank you, Jason. I would go ahead and start cutting this for you, but since this is a class setting, I probably need to wait for the instructor to be present. She should return momentarily and then we can set you free. I know the feeling of having a cast on and how limiting it can be.”

“This is the first time that I have ever had a cast on and I will be so happy to get it off after 6 weeks. It made it very nearly impossible to do any of the things that I normally do. I’m just really glad that I didn’t have a cast like Mr. Jackson; now that would have been really bad.”

“Oh, yes that kind of cast is so inconvenient, it really does stop you from doing almost everything. I know. I had a fairly serious auto accident just before I turned 16 and had casts over and over again until I had the final operation and recovery period which ended just 7 months ago. Out of that 4 year period, I guess I was in a cast about…, three years, four months and 12 days, give or take an hour or two…

“Lexie became my nurse about 20 months ago when my dad got transferred here in his job. With no family left where we had been, I had to come with dad. I didn’t know it then, but along with a new caring nurse; I got a new special friend. And when I saw how good she was to all of her patients, as soon as I was out of the last cast, that’s when I got to start checking into making nursing my career.”

“I’ve always known that Lexie would be a nurse or maybe even a doctor, but it’s always good to hear that she has stayed a warm caring person, a good friend, even with all the problems she has to deal with to keep the unit going strong. Thank you for sharing your story with me and reminding me how sweet she is.”

Just then, I saw Lexie round the door frame on her way back to us…

“… so then when she turned 14, she had this idea…”

“Op, op, op… Dad, you aren’t telling her stories about me when I was young, are you? Remember, I have to work with her. How am I going to get her to behave if she knows about… Oh no, no you aren’t getting me to tell anything. Now I don’t know if I should ask you a favor or not.”

“Now Honey, you know I wouldn’t say anything to embarrass you or cause bartın escort you trouble. What did you want to ask?”

“Well, I just found out that I am going to be stuck here for an extra hour or two for a meeting. Since I gave Gail a ride in this morning, I was going to ask you to give her a lift home rather than for her to have to stay or to make some other arrangements.”

“Well, if you let her get this cast off of me, I would be very willing to provide transportation home for this fine woman. And I even promise that I won’t tell her anything more that she could use to besmirch your reputation.”

For the next ten minutes, Lexie shifted back into teaching mode and allowed Gail to cut the cast off. Once it hit the waste can, I couldn’t help but swing my arms around and ended up giving both Lexie and Gail a hug. While I was heading across the room to grab my cap and jacket, I just barely heard Lexie whisper to Gail that she should feel free to ask me any questions that needed a man’s perspective but that she didn’t want to ask her dad.

Once we were in the car and on our way, Gail asked if Lexie and I always teased so much or if it was just that I was so happy to be getting that cast off. I told her that I had the same kind of relationship with all three of my girls; we could be parent and child if the situation called for it, but we were all friends too and could tease back and forth when we didn’t have to be serious. I told her that my wife had insisted that we have a warm personal relationship with our daughters just as we had a warm personal relationship with each other and our parents.

“My dad is kind of formal, kind of stiff. I don’t remember ever teasing with my dad; he just would have none of it. My mom passed when I was 10 years old and if it weren’t for the friends that I had then, I don’t know what would have happened. They got me through even without much help or encouragement from my dad. It has been eleven years now, but I think he still hasn’t gotten past the grieving.

“But when I was hit by the drunk driver, even though several of my friends tried to stick to me, we started getting pulled apart since I couldn’t do most of the normal things that teenage girls do. I spent so much time in the hospital and had so many operations to fix my legs and arms and back that I just lost the contact with them. They kept on living and I got stuck for several years.

“Lexie has spent so much time with me, not just at the hospital and not just related to my medical difficulties. She has brought me back to life. I feel like I might be almost normal. The main thing that I don’t have, that I feel that I need, is a real relationship with a man. I’m not trying to get you to have a long term relationship with me, but I don’t have any understanding of what it is to have a mature relationship with a man, I just don’t know how they think.

“Lexie said that you would be willing to give me a bit of information on how men think. She also said that you could show me how a real man should treat a lady, not the ‘wham-bam thank you ma’am’ that I got as an introduction to sex.

“I hate to admit it, but I’m not a virgin any more, I kind of jumped ahead of where Lexie was leading me. One of the guys living in the apartment complex where I live was thinking ‘hit-it and quit-it’ while I was thinking ‘white picket fences and forever’. I’m sure that I won’t make that mistake again, but hopefully, with the proper information, I won’t make mistakes to the other extreme either or too many of the whole lot of other mistakes I could make.

“Oh, I just thought… Lexie did ask you if it was alright for me to ask you questions; didn’t she? She didn’t tell me not to ask directly, and I thought she had asked for your help even though she didn’t say that right in front of you. I figured that she didn’t want to embarrass me in front of you or say anything out loud in the hospital where it might become part of the gossip.”

“Well, Gail, although there hasn’t been any formal request for this kind of help, I have served in the capacity of surrogate therapist many more times than my daughters think. Usually, it was just a case of the need for some sort of help came out in either conversation or the context of a situation that arose. I am not even sure that my daughters know that I am aware that they plan to use my desire to help as they do.

“Don’t worry about it at all. It will be my pleasure, to help you have a good experience and I am most willing to provide any insight that you may require. I haven’t had any complaints so far.

“So, do you want to go to your apartment, or should we stop off and get some dinner, or do you want to go to my place for a while? It’s your choice.”

“Can we go to my place first? I need to get out of this uniform and we can take a walk on the bike trail/walking path that runs along the river past my apartment complex. Maybe we could stop along there somewhere and eat some dinner before batman escort we go back to my place.”

We continued to her apartment so she could change into some walking shorts and a light button up blouse and some tennis shoes. Then we set off down the trail talking about many different subjects as we proceeded several miles until we spotted a restaurant that I had heard of that served a quite good burger and fries platter meal. I am sure that when we walked in, some people thought it was cute that a father and daughter were walking the trail.

Since I didn’t know if we would be seen by anyone else from the hospital, I thought it best to keep it innocent to any casual observer. The conversation though, was anything but innocent by the time that we were about finished with our meal. I was careful though to hold the volume down so no one could overhear what we said.

As we started back, Gail grabbed my hand while we talked. Soon she was hugging my arm, and by the time we got off the path, she had to remove her arm from around my waist in order to get her door key out of her belt pouch.

Her apartment was an end unit in a row-house complex that had a very high class reputation. She said her dad had insisted that she have a safe place to live since she insisted on moving out of his home. She said that she wasn’t sure if the unit next to her was occupied or not because she never heard a sound from that side even when she did see a car parked in the reserved spot for that unit.

As we moved to her couch, she offered me coffee, tea or bottled water, and said she didn’t keep any alcohol in her home. I asked for a bottle of water since we had walked back from the restaurant in the heat and she got one for herself also. I wanted to be sure she was relaxed as much as possible.

“Since you were on your feet all day working, and we took that walk, I bet you would like a foot massage. I am told that I do that fairly well.”

“Oh would you mind? I love a foot massage after a day at work, but I usually have to do it for myself.”

“Well, if you have any massage oil or cream that you prefer, if you will get it we can let you relax while I pamper you a little.”

She walked into the hallway and I heard her open what sounded like a cabinet door, and then a closet door. She returned barefoot, with the cream and a couple towels. I had moved over close to the center of the couch so she could sit up against the arm and still put her feet in my lap.

Since she sat on my left side, I took her left foot and put it on the towel on my lap to start. That way I could tuck her right foot under her left thigh until I wanted to work on it. Then when I did work on it, I wouldn’t have to reach over her right foot or put it down on the couch and get the cream all over the furniture, although I intended to rub all the cream in thoroughly so it shouldn’t smear off.

By the time that I finished her left foot and leg up to her knee, she was moaning lightly. I shifted her right foot up onto my lap and applied some cream and started the massage there. She started moaning almost immediately and by the time that I finished up to her knee she asked me if I could keep going higher. I told her I couldn’t do that here on the couch but if she wanted to move to her bed she could lay on it and I could go higher.

When we headed off toward the bed I suggested that she put a beach towel on the bed to protect her sheets from the cream while I applied it. We stopped at her bathroom to get a couple of beach towels and as we approached her bed, I stopped her. I reached out and began unbuttoning her blouse.

“We don’t want to get the cream on your clothes any more than we want it on your sheets. Let me get these out of the way and I will do your shoulders and back also. I’m sure that you haven’t been able to do that for yourself and I’m sure that you will love the feeling.”

“I’m sure we don’t want the cream on your clothes either. So when we have my clothes off, maybe we better get yours off also.”

When we were both naked, I reached out and laid a beach towel out and had her lay on her belly. I told her I needed to do this right, so I started out working on her hand and arm up to her shoulder. I then shifted over to her other side so I could do that hand and arm, again to her shoulder. I then took the cream and started to work on her shoulders and back until I got down to her waist.

She was moaning the whole time, but I skipped down then to the back of her knees and started working up from there. She tried so hard to keep still, but her butt kept arching up a little and her knees slid apart as I worked up her thighs. She wanted that full contact; she wanted that touch between her legs. I put more cream on my hands and placed my hands at her waist and rubbed down over her ass. First on the outer sides and then down over her crack and all the way down and over her, by then, dripping pussy.

She came as my fingers slid under and covered her mound. I hadn’t pushed in between her labia yet, nor had I actually applied any pressure on her clit, but merely slid my right palm over her mound. My hand was not wet from the cream any more but from her fluids that were gushing out of her. I put my left hand down on the bed to hold myself up.

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At last, I knew what it must be like to be a part of a zombie horde.

I wasn’t actually victim of an undead plague; I was merely one of a hundred or so passengers on the first cross-country flight out for the day. We ambled onto the plane slowly, stowing our luggage and taking our seats with the speed and enthusiasm of those mindless creatures.

I found my seat. It was a window seat which, for someone 6’3 such as myself, is not the treat one would expect. I had hoped for an aisle seat and the accompanying leg room, but no such luck. I was wearing jeans and a button-down shirt; just enough to avoid the “homeless chic” look that seems to be all the rage among too many air travelers nowadays. Oh well, once electronics are allowed again I can throw my headphones on and tune the world out for a few hours.

Toward the end of the boarding process I spotted a woman who had clearly missed the “Walking Dead” casting call memo the rest of the passengers got. Far from our slow crawl, she strode with a purpose, carried ably by two of the most curvaceous legs I had ever seen. Her tight jeans accentuated her perfect form. As I looked up at her, I saw she had a beaming smile that certainly did not fit the hour or the setting. A smile that was suddenly covered by her long, auburn hair as she tripped over the older gentleman in the aisle seat, almost landing in my lap.

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry! I’m such a klutz!”

Given that her stumble had given me a suddenly up-close look at her beautiful, probably C-cup breasts, and the black bra that cradled them, I was more than willing to forgive the intrusion. She slid her bag on the floor, and took the middle seat next to me. I was able to steal another admiring glance down her shirt as she struggled to aksaray escort get settled in and buckled up. Not an unpleasant distraction before I tried to sleep away as much of the 5.5 hour flight as I could.

She had other ideas. She introduced herself, and proceeded to tell me about herself. She worked in real estate. She was a swimmer (which, in hindsight, explains her incredible body as well as her burst of early morning energy). She would occasionally lean over me to look out the window. Her forward nature I found odd, but I could hardly argue with having such a magnificent creature rubbing against me, no matter how inadvertent. I’m guessing most people reacted likewise to her, so she never had the need to develop boundaries.

I wasn’t in the mood to talk, but I found myself spellbound. I tried my best not to look down her blouse, lest I come off as a leering creep. But to the extent I managed to look away from her breasts, I was captured by her luscious lips. At one point in her story (I think she went to college, but who really knows) I had spaced out and started imagining the feeling of her lips on mine, then working their way down my body, before coming to rest in between my legs…

I shifted in my seat, trying to hide my growing erection.

“Oh gosh, I’ve been talking for an hour straight! To be honest, I think I’ve even managed to bore myself to sleep. We still have a long ways to go on this flight, I think I’m going to get a little shut-eye.”

She flagged down the flight attendant to request a blanket and pillow. As she settled in, she draped the blanket over both our laps. Again, a bit strange, but I wasn’t going to be the one to tell this beautiful, bubbly woman to respect boundaries (what amasya escort few of them existed when crammed together on a plane, anyway). She rolled over, curled up in her seat, and closed her eyes. Her squirming in her seat had managed to pull her shirt down slightly, giving m1e an even better view of her breasts. With her eyes closed, I felt less pressure to avert my gaze, and instead fully enjoyed the view. The only pressure I felt was in my pants. This woman had managed to make me forget all about my miserable surroundings; all I could think about was how much I wanted her.

I was alone with my lustful thoughts for about 20 minutes when she shifted in her seat again. Just then, I felt her hand come to rest on my leg, just above my knee. Fuuuuck, this is not going to make my situation any easier! I was so preoccupied with keeping a straight face so that nobody knew what I was enduring, that I missed the sly grin on her face as she inched her fingers up my leg. There’s no way this was accidental, was there? The soft massage she gave my thigh told me it was not. I peeked down at her to see her staring back at me, a mischievous look in her eyes. She pulled her hand off my leg, and brought a slender finger to her lips in the universal “shhh” sign, before sliding her hand back under the blanket. She traced that same finger across my thigh until she was brushing against my now rock-hard cock. She dragged her finger along the bulge in my pants slowly, running a single finger up and down my shaft. She pressed her palm against me as she walked her fingers up along the zipper. The teasing was driving me crazy. I looked around to see if anyone else knew what was going on; our seatmate was sound asleep, and everyone else was either antalya escort napping or lost in their own little world.

Not her; she knew exactly what she was doing to me. She stifled a giggle when I looked down at her, as she slid down my zipper. As my cock was already straining against my pants, she had no problem slipping it through the open fly. The only thing between me and an indecent-exposure charge was a thin airline blanket, and this woman had left me unable to care. The last thing I saw before I closed my eyes was her lips silently forming the words “enjoy.” She slid her fingernail up my exposed member before gripping it softly. She expertly massaged my cock, only stopping long enough to lick her fingers before resuming her attention. She ran her hand up and down the shaft, occasionally taking a break to massage my balls. I was trying to look inconspicuous, but I couldn’t help sliding down my seat, lifting my hips forward, unconsciously moving with the rhythm of her hand. Her skin was smooth, her grip just firm enough. She teased the head, wiping my pre-cum off with her finger before continuing to stroke my cock. I could feel myself so close to cumming. She must have sensed it too; she tightened her grip slightly, and with the skill of an expert masseuse, gave one final rub, sending me over the edge. I gripped the arm rest tight, doing everything I could not to make a sound as this goddess brought me to orgasm on a plane full of strangers.

When I was finished, I awkwardly reached under the sheet to put my cock back and zip up my jeans. Just then she “woke up,” grinning at me the entire time as she bundled up the now-stained blanket. “Looks like I woke up just in time for our final descent.”

I was speechless. For her part, she didn’t say a word after that. She merely gathered her things, and we left the plane. Me, my head was still spinning; was this even real? That question was answered when we got to the terminal. She slipped a business card in my pocket, and leaned close to me. “Call me when you get back to town.”

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If you haven’t done so already – go back and read part. You’ll need to know that stuff to appreciate this chapter.

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Yesterday, I had one of the most memorable sexual experiences of my life. I had gone up to my neighbor Dianne’s house to repair a shelf in her laundry room. She had treated me to a really great fuck. She bent herself over the back of a large living room chair and I had taken her from the rear while she looked out the window “keeping guard.” This was truly a unique experience with a woman who can make you hard just by living in the same county with you.

My friend, Dianne, is a “job-widow”, with her husband, Dan, going away on business about four or five times a year for two to three weeks at a time. Her husband had been away for three weeks on business and was not expected home for another two weeks. He was three thousand miles away in California.

Yesterday’s sex was wonderful but decidedly one sided with me being the benefactor, I had promised to return today and ‘fix’ her but things were looking somewhat bleak since my wife was home. I was sure that if I had told her that I was going up to see Dianne, Mary would have wanted to tag along to visit with Dianne. I was also sure that Dianne could see that Mary was at home from her special chair in the living room. That chair had a commanding view of the Cul-de-sac but the house and trees prevented anyone from seeing into Dianne’s house from the outside. That chair had also been the scene of our tryst and now it will always hold a special place in my heart. I am sure that Dianne had figured out that I was sort of house bound. I put on my plotting and scheming hat but so far, no good ideas.

The morning seemed to drag on until, around ten-thirty, the mailman came and went. Mary walked out to the box and brought in about a half-inch thick pile of mail. There were flyers, letters, advertisements and a check. She quickly sifted through the mail and separated the junk from the stuff we needed to look at. She was about to open the check when she looked at the envelope closely and asked “why are we getting a check from Duquesne Heavy Machinery Company?”

I started to reply that I surely didn’t know when Mary suddenly said, “oh look, this check is for Dan up the street. It looks like Mr. Cheerful (her name for the mailman) goofed it up again. It was true. The old bastard mistook the eight on the envelope (Dianne’s house) and delivered it here to us at number three. “Well, we’ll just have to correct this situation,” I said rather sternly. Mary held out the envelope to me and said, “why don’t you run it up to him?” Can you believe it? I tried all morning to think of some excuse to go up to see Dianne and Mary just hands one to me, just like that!

I feigned a little disinterest in doing this chore. Mary said, “Oh go ahead, it will give you an excuse to jabber with Dan for a while. I am going downtown to the hairdresser anyway. This will give you something to do unless you want to come with me while I get a rinse and set.” I calmly told her that I had no interest in sitting in a woman’s’ barber shop and being a delivery boy for the United States Postal Service would be my best choice. I couldn’t believe the luck – she was going out and she would be out for a while and she was sending me right where I wanted to go. I put the envelope in my shirt pocket and said that I would deliver it after I went to the bathroom. This delay was to give her time to get out of the house and off the block before I started up towards number eight.

I went into the can and sat down for a while. I listened to her putter around in the kitchen for a few minutes then I heard the telltale jingle of her car keys. The garage door opened and I heard the car start. A few moments later the garage door closed again, I flushed and came flying out of the can afyon escort and up to the front door just in time to see her turn right as she exited our street. Wahoo!

I tried to calm down and collect myself before leaving for Dianne’s house. It wasn’t working, my heart was racing and I had that excited feeling in my stomach even stronger than it had been yesterday. I took a few deep breaths, verified that I had the check in my pocket and leisurely strolled out the front door walking slowly but deliberately toward he end of the Cul-de-sac. The thought “be still my heart” came to mind but the more obvious problem was the half erect boner that was making the front of my pants into a small tent. I tried to put this out of my mind but I decided to quicken my pace to minimize the chance that any of the neighbors would notice the woody that I was following up the street.

I tried to see into the picture window as I approached her house but I was unable to make anything out until I was right up on the front steps. Only then did I see Dianne sitting there in the chair, as promised. I rang the bell and Dianne answered the door almost immediately. Today she was wearing a short (very short) khaki skirt and a faded blue button-down-the-front short sleeve shirt. The shirt was a little loose so I couldn’t tell if she was wearing a bra or not. I suspected not but I was willing to do the research and find out for myself. Before going into the house I pulled the check out of my pocket and made a big production of showing it to her with the appropriate hand gestures that would put the blame on that idiot mailman. This was for any of the neighbors who may be watching from their own personal vantage points.

Dianne invited me in, so in I went. She started walking toward the kitchen and today I couldn’t help but stare at her long slender legs. They were perfect and reached exactly from the floor right up to her gorgeous ass. She asked if I was interested in a coffee and I stuttered something in the affirmative. We went into the kitchen and I sat at the table while Dianne poured two coffees from the pot on the counter. As she put the mug down on the table in front of me she said, “how long will your wife be gone?” I said, “I don’t really know, she went to get a rinse and set at the hairdresser. Not counting time for yakking with the girls, this could take some time but you would probably know how long better than I would.” She agreed and said, “couple of hours, easy.” That was like music to my ears, I let out a sigh of relief, which she noted with one uplifted eyebrow.

We drank our coffees for about a minute. Dianne stood up and asked if I was “ready to do the fixing work” that I had promised yesterday. Both me and my ‘one eyed trouser snake’ came to complete attention. I stood up and said, “Ready when you are.” She said, “I’m almost always ready, let’s go into the living room.” I followed those legs in a sort of a trance. The skirt swayed back and forth as she walked and I found my eyes swinging back and forth in sync with the skirt. Damn, this is one exciting woman.

Dianne walked into the living room and went straight over to “The Chair”. She sat down and motioned for me to come over to where she was sitting. “I think you said that you were going to kneel here in front of the chair,” she said. I dropped immediately to my knees and tried to look her in the eyes, all the while wanting desperately to look at her legs. The skirt had risen as she sat down and now covered to only just below her crotch. Once I was in place, Dianne sat up in her chair a little and took a long look out the picture window. I could see her eyes panning back and forth across the street stopping at each front door. She was apparently satisfied that all was in order and then she slid off her slippers and raised her aydın escort legs while bending her knees. She tucked both of her heels into the spaces between the cushion and the sides of the chair. She wasn’t wearing any underwear! What a sight!

She reached between her legs and grabbed my head. She guided my face down to her beautiful pussy and I knelt there enjoying the sights and scents. I soon figured out what really needed fixing and proceeded to give her pussy a tongue bath. I found her clit with my tongue and started in with a rhythmic massage. Every so often I would alternate and draw her clit in between my lips and suck on it gently. After a few minutes she began to purr like a kitten. I figured that she was really getting into it by the sounds and the slow easy rocking of her hips. I decided to take a quick peek at her face to see if I could judge how close she was to orgasm. She had her eyes wide open and was looking out the window! She was moaning, moving and keeping ‘guard’ at the same time. This is one special woman.

By now she was starting to grind her pussy against my face. It felt good. It also felt good to be giving pleasure to such a beautiful woman and to have her concentrating on me (and whatever was outside the window). I continued with the oral sex and all of a sudden she took a really deep breath, got a little shiver and grasped my head with her legs and her arms. She had an orgasm that seemed to go on forever. When it subsided, she was wet, I was wet, and I suspect the chair and maybe the floor was wet.

Her breathing returned to normal after about a minute. Slowly she released the grip on my head and I was able to take a full breath again. I continued to nibble and lick her clit and started pushing my tongue into her vagina. She lifted my head pulling my face away from that wonderful pussy. She said, “I can’t come again right away. I’ll need a few minutes to calm down before I can get going again.” I acknowledged this with a sheepish smile and asked her how I had done. She said “great – much better than my husband but not quite as good as the mailman”. We both laughed at this joke. (I hope it was a joke!)

I sat back on my heels enjoying the view. I couldn’t stay in that position very long and soon I had to get up and walk around a bit until the blood went back into my legs. My legs started to feel better but I was going to have to do something about this trouser tent soon or else I would be starching these Levis myself. Dianne continued to look out the window and sat up when a car turned into the street. The car rolled down as far as the second house (almost across from my house), parked and an elderly woman got out and walked up to the front door of that house. She rang the bell but nobody answered the door. Eventually she figured that either nobody was home or they were inside doing something nasty while they watched her out through their own windows. The woman wrote something on a small slip of paper that she stuck in the door handle. She then got back into her car and drove down the Cul-de-sac making the turn right in front of us here at number eight. I think that Dianne knew this woman because she seemed to smile a little when she was able to see her face. The woman drove away and I soon became interested in Dianne’s pussy again.

I got down in front of her and started nuzzling down between her legs again. Dianne seemed to relax a little. This time she lifted up her legs a little higher and draped them over the arms of the chair. This gave me a little better access to all the important parts and I started in again on her clit and surrounding fun areas. I realized that my hands were free and not really doing anything important so I slid them, palms up, under her butt. What a butt, soft, firm and so well shaped. I continued on as before and started ağrı escort to get the same general reaction from Dianne. She started purring again and I could feel a slow rocking of her pelvis. She hadn’t really started grinding against my face again yet so I let myself explore around a little and began tonguing her vagina. She really liked this and started encouraging me by pulling on my hair. It didn’t hurt too much and I could tell that she was really getting into it. I started massaging the cheeks of her ass with my hands and rubbing my nose against her clit while my tongue continued to probe her opening. Just like before, and without warning, she suddenly took a deep breath and began vigorously grinding her womanhood against my face. She began to tremble and then the legs went around my head again and I knew that I was in for another ride on the Dianne cum train.

By this time I was starting to get a case of blue balls. I think that she sensed this and when I stood up again she motioned me over next to the chair. Without ever taking her eyes off the window, she reached out and undid my belt and trousers letting them fall down to my ankles. She slid my underwear down and got a firm grip on my engorged cock. She stroked it very softly for a few moments with her hands and then leaned over and kissed it on the head. I was hoping that she would take the whole thing into her mouth but I think that she was reluctant to give up her field of view out the window. She told me that she was now one up on me so she owed me one just to get even. I certainly wasn’t going to argue with this logic but I was curious to see how she was going to accomplish this.

She suddenly stood up and told me to quickly sit in the chair. I did this and she got in front of me and sat back down on my cock. It only took a little maneuvering to get it into her cunt and in this position she could continue to look out the window. I just sat there and she began to slowly move up and down on my cock. I could feel her clenching the muscles in her crotch that resulted in a great massage on my now throbbing joint. It only took about two-dozen strokes for me to reach a climax. My orgasm was so strong I half expected to see her shoot off the end of my cock like a kids toy balloon. I think that I pumped another half gallon into her again today. This is some woman.

We sat there in the chair for a few minutes. Eventually she got up and quickly retrieved a towel from the bathroom. She brought it back into the living room and wiped and dried her fun parts there so that she could continue to look out the window. She took the towel and wiped me down also. I stood and pulled by pants back up and tucked in my shirt. Dianne lifted up the chair cushion and retrieved a pair of panties that had been hidden there. She had apparently taken them off when she saw me walking towards her house and put them there for safekeeping. She stepped into her underwear and straightened up her skirt and shirt. She said, “Go wash your face – you’re starting to look like a glazed doughnut.”

We straightened up and I started making ready to walk on back home. “Don’t take this the wrong way”, she said, “but I don’t think I’ll be needing anything fixed for a while. My husband is due home this weekend and I need to be sufficiently horney when he gets here.” I agreed and told her that it would probably be wise to ‘cool-it’ for a while. She told me that she would be in touch and that if I paid a little more attention to what’s happening on the street that I’d know about a lot more available action than just her. I was shocked but excited at the thought that there might be some additional pussy available within walking distance. “Thanks” I said, and she let me out the front door with one of her big smiles.

When I got home all I could do was lay down on the den couch and fall deeply asleep. Mary came home eventually and scolded me for napping my day away. Her hair looked good and I told her so. “good enough for a little action later?” she asked. “Maybe, just maybe” I replied. After these last two days with Dianne I will be lucky to get it up again in a week.

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