Sadi had just left the Johnson's house. She loved the wife with her enormous tits and the husband with his big long thick cock. She had sucked her tits as he fucked Sadi in the ass. Then the wife sucked all the cum from Sadi's wet asshole before she tongue fucked her cunt. The married couple were horny and hot and Sadi had sex with them a lot. They loved Sadi's young body as she just turned eighteen. Sadi chose couples that the wife had huge tits and the hubby had at least nine inches of thick hot cock. John had a ten inch thick meat and Pam had DDD tits with huge nipples and a wet pussy. Pam also loved eating pussy and tongue fucking it and Sadi was a perfect match for her. John was usually good for three good cum loaded fucks and Pam loved sucking the cum put of Sadi's ass and cunt. Sadi's young body was sexy and she had DD tits and a tight cunt that men loved. She loved to fuck as much as any man could handle. She could get as dirty and nasty as any one wanted. In fact she loved it nasty. Today when John had his big cock fucking her ass she had her strap on of twelve very thick inches r****g Pam's asshole as Pam screamed in pain and pleasure. John was slapping Sadi's tits as he fucked her ass harder and harder. The harder he gave her ass the harder she gave it to Pam's ass. The **** scene was a favorite of both women. Pain was a huge turn on and John love to dish out the max in pain. Earlier he had both women on their hands and knees as he used his leather belt over their …
A Week To Remember Ch. 1
Lacey was staring down into her amber liquid as it twirled in her glass. There was no reason for her to be nervous, but she was. The longer she stood at the bar the worse it got. It wasn’t her first time here, nor was it her first night seducing a woman. Yet, the knot in her stomach kept getting bigger and bigger. She raised her glass and downed the whiskey in one gulp, closing her eyes as the heat slid down her throat and stomach. She opened her eyes and went to lower her head back down when she spotted the red head at the end of the bar. Lacey let her eyes linger as she took in the beauty that had snuck in without her seeing. Her long hair was pulled off her neck, exposing the delicate curves to tempt everyone that was here. The thin straps of her dress were all that covered her shoulders, and Lacey let her eyes linger over the lines and soft curves that she always adored. The woman sat there with a drink in her hand, trying to look like she wanted to be there, but Lacey could see the nervousness that the woman tried to hide. When a tall, blond woman wandered over and started speaking to her, Lacey had the urge to save the red head from the blonde’s advances, but she stayed where she was and motioned the bartender for another drink. Her glass was quickly filled, and Lacey watched as the blond gave a nod to the red head and then walked off. Lacey looked back over and was caught instantly by the blue eyes of the woman she had been watching. A small smile came across the red …
Holiday Fun
We have been on the beach all day. Your body is bronzed and beautiful. We are out for dinner, dancing and drinking, enjoying our night. You have on a low cut, backless dress, with your black heels. Underneath you have on red lace thong and no bra, you don't need one, such perfect little handfuls. You look stunning. I have on my silk tan pants, my black Bahama shirt, and black loafers, no socks. I have my silky blue boxers on. We have been kissing and holding each other all night. I love the way your lips and tongue feel and taste. While dancing, I have been grabbing your ass and you don't mind. You have felt my stiff cock through my pants as we slow dance. I bet your panties and thighs are wet. Someone else has been watching us. At the bar, she's 40 something, long dark hair, and a lean, medium build. She's pretty, but not beautiful. Her top is light colored, very sheer, sleeveless, and hangs loose around her armpits so you can just see the curve of her big ample tits. Sexy but not slutty. Her skirt is short but not mini, and shows of her long, tanned legs. She has red heels on. She looks very enticing. I notice her, and tell you that while I go to the bathroom, you should go talk to her. I can tell you are quite OK with that. When I return, I find you both deep in conversation, tipping glasses to toast something, you are very close to each other. When I come up to you, you turn, take my hand and lead me to hers, introducing me to her. You tell me that she is recently …
My Initiation-Part 4
I had an excellent view at the window of the dorm mother. I started out watching the rooms of the girls I had to collect the panties off so I could learn when was the best time to try to steal them. When I saw the light go on in the dorm mother's room, I had to watch her. I also had to collect a pair from her, too. I never expected to watch the show that was going on in front of me. Hiding outside the window, I watched the assistant dean of the college, on his knees in front of the dorm mother, who had her legs spread wide for him. I had a perfect view of her open pussy. What was even better was, she had a crop in her hand and she was ready to use it on him if he did not lick her like she liked to be licked. That is what I heard her say to him. I watched as Dave got on his hands and knees. Rebecca leaned back with her pussy over the edge of the bed. I could see her pussy glisten with moisture. I was close enough to hear her breathing increase as Dave's tongue started at the opening to her pussy and lick up to her mound. She threw her head back with a soft moan. This seemed to make Dave feel more confident in what he was doing because he buried his face in her pussy and I could imagine his tongue going deep inside her. She looked down at him long enough to take the crop and give him a swift smack to his naked ass. "You can go deeper than that," she said gruffly. I heard him let out a muffled yelp, but did not let up what he was doing. I saw her throw her head back again and I …
Sex on the Beach or Als Vacation Part 3
We slept long and hard after watching all the perverted sex that we had witnessed the evening before. It was late afternoon before we started moving and we were taking things slowly. Al and I ate at the hotel and we just kind of took life easy like you are supposed to do on your vacation. We were lying around in our room when we heard a knock on the door. Al opened the door and it was Naomi and Laura. They said they were taking the dogs for a walk on the beach and did we want to come along? We both decided that we would pass on the offer and just lay around the hotel for the afternoon. The girls thought we were crazy but they just laughed and ran off down to the beach. Al and I just took life easy and it was starting to get late when we got another knock on the door. I got up and opened it and was greeted by the two hottest looking young women we knew. Now Al and I didn't know many people in Romania so you can guess that it was Andrea and Georgia. They were both dressed to kill and looked fantastic. “Get dressed and we will take you dancing” Andrea exclaimed “We are ready to go to the club and dance the night away.” She raised her arms above her head and shook her wonderful ass like she was a belly dancer. “You have got to come with us and let us show you the town” Georgia pleaded “come on and get dressed and let’s party!” “I don’t know what to wear” I told them “is there a dress code?” After all, getting dressed up for me was a clean t-shirt and blue jeans. “Let’s see what …
Buddy Fucker
Countless nights I have laid in my bunk, waiting to hear the shower turn off in the bathroom, knowing that Christian would soon be walking out with a towel around his waist. The skimpy brown towels that are issued to G.I.s. I hear the water turn off and pretend to be reading when the door opens and I watch my best friend and roommate exit the bathroom and head to his bunk. The bulge under the towel moving left and right as he walks past me is not hard to notice. He opens his wall locker and reaches for his underwear and sets them on his bed. He undoes the towel at his waist to finish drying off and I quietly inhale as his cock swings freely. He hangs his towel on his locker and turns to pick up his underwear to put them on, and I am treated to another beautiful view of his magnificent cock, until it is packed away in the ugly brownish green issued skivvies. I am lost in thought as his wet towel lands on me, and he says, "Shower is free buddy." I am caught off guard and manage to mutter, "Huh?" "Shower is all yours, better get in before all the hot water is gone." "Oh yeah, okay, sure," I stammer as I grab my towel and head into the bathroom, while trying to hide the semi that has formed in my shorts. When I am done, I walk out and he is laying on his bunk with his hands behind his head watching the television. I take in the view of him laying out like that and my eyes linger on his underwear encased cock. I ask him, "What are we doing tonight?" "What do you want to do?" …
Crossing The Street 6
I woke on Sunday and rolled over to find Mitch already out of bed. A glance at the clock told me he’d already left for his weekly golf game. Sleepiness clung to me and I lay there with my eyes closed. It was late. I'd slept in. I felt relaxed, and quiet, and… …sticky . My eyes shot open with a gasp as last night's adventure played out again in my head. My pussy felt a little tender from the fucking and the toy I'd used on my clit. Recalling the intensity of the vibrations and the sudden, startling waves that had flooded me made my head swim. I began to juice up almost immediately, my sticky lips pulsing, wanting. Lifting my knees I was reminded of the other toy, the butt plug. My sore little ass sent vestigial reminders of the invasion and dried lube coated my crack. The toys were under the bed. Where should I hide them? Dana had said I could keep them… She'd said to text her when I woke! I grabbed for the phone and switched it on. There was a message already there. An hour ago! Sleep well? I saw Mitch leave. Text me when you are awake. I scrambled for the buttons and answered. Just woke. Thank you. I slept great. Almost instantly the phone buzzed with a new message. About time. Shower and clean up. I'm waiting. I flew from the bed and was halfway to the bathroom before I ran back, gathered the toys and the lube from under the bed and dragged them to the dresser. I pulled out the bag, shoved socks and underwear aside and was about to stuff them in when I thought …
Saint George Of The Dungeon in Master Of The Nymph
As a man I am not used to being the one pursued upon. My new friend George was a new client who I had written some lines of business with. Over the course of the last three weeks we had to work many hours closely together. I had the impression that he might be gay. He was in his early forties with no wife or k**s living alone. He was a decent looking man with a handsome face. We would meet at his real estate office. His receptionist was a little hottie. Marlene was twenty five with a killer body and smile to match. I kept asking George about her but he always blew it of and changed the subject. One day I had to meet with George at his office. Marlene was not there. George said she had called off sick. So we settled into his office and began going over some spread sheets. We worked until lunch time and decided to go for a sandwich. George drove us to a local bar and we sat in a dark corner booth and ate. "So Jack you're married right?" "Yes." "k**s?" "Nope." "George, have you ever been married?" He laughed. "Never. I never met a woman I could put up with for very long." He was looking at me differently. He seemed to have something on his mind. "What are you thinking?" "I live around the corner and I need to get something from the house on our way back." "Okay." We finished our lunch and paid the tab. George drove us to his home and invited me inside. He drove the car into the garage and when we entered his house he shut the overhead door. He showed me to his living room. The …
The Deflowering of Daisy Jackson
I had always been a good girl. I mean, I wasn’t out partying and going to clubs like my classmates. I didn’t get knocked up and have 2 and 3 baby daddies like my peers. For the most part, I guess one may have thought of me as a prude in a sense. Well, that was the perception of me on the outside. In my head, there was another Daisy Jackson. The Daisy Jackson that friends and family knew was a straight-laced, church going, ten commandment following, example of uprightness. But the Daisy Jackson in my head was another whole being. The Daisy Jackson in my head was a formidable whore who loved to fuck and suck anything dick should get her hands on and her pussy wrapped around. Suffice it to say, I was a bit of a late bloomer. While others were out getting their cherries’ popped, I was at home watching television or in church being a virtuous woman or at least trying to be. Truth be told, when I was alone in my room, I wasn’t thinking about thumping my bible but rather was humping my pillow and anything else I could use to get myself off. I was living a lie; pulling the shade over everyone’s eyes until Marcus came into my life. I had known him for years. We had practically grown up together. He had gone away to the military then came back home after his deployment. I saw him one day at the grocery store. We exchanged information and decided to hang out. It was great. For the first time in my life, I was now dating or as they said in my town ‘courting.’ I was having a blast. On …
Carl, Me and boy – Part 1
This was last year. I have been working for Carl for 3 years and we were still fucking quite often even though I moved into my own place with a girlfriend some time ago we still found time to play and fuck in his garage or wherever else we could. It was Summer and he had just celebrate his 40 years birthday and I was 23. He had boy come to site to work. He was young lad was in college and looking work for summer and experience of building. I know Carl like young men like me still only 23 and i can see this boy is very good looking and nice toned body. He is quite short at maybe 5”5. It is hard work on site in summer, It is hot and easy to get horny with half naked men sweaty. There is 5 of us including new ‘apprentice’ as Carl calls him, Adam. And then there’s Ricky and Pearse who live near to each other and travel to/from work every day together, Carl picks up me and Adam. Sometimes on our way to work I can suck Carls dick in van. If we have time he will pull over on qiuiet road and open side door and sit in back of van with his trousers around his ankles as I work his hard, hairy cock in my mouth. It is just a quickie though and Carl and I will wank my own cock. I cum always straight after Carl. It turns me on when I fell his cock throb in my mouth or wen he wanks his head against my tongue and onto my cheek or the ground beside. He always shoots a nice load even if its a quick blowjob and tasty too. Anyway back to story. It is obvious to me that Carl likes Adam and i …
Marianne and Cindy
When I was in the sixth grade I liked Girls, but I didn't like girls. What I mean is, I would spend hours watching the high school cheerleaders or looking at the girls in Playboy and drooling. But the girls in my school didn't do a thing for me. Most were too annoying to be interesting. But then Marianne got interested in me. Marianne and Cindy were almost inseparable. They went everywhere together. They had the same classes, traded clothes, the whole nine yards. Marianne was defiantly the leader of the pair. If we'd been a little bit older or more aware of sex, there probably would have been a ton of jokes about them being lovers. It was March, we'd just come back from Spring vacation when Marianne decided that she liked me. For three days, the two girls followed me around between classes and tried to sit with me at lunch. My friends had already started with the jokes about my `girlfriends'. The old rhyme; Peter and Marianne sitting in a tree, k*i*s*s*i*n*g. First comes love, then comes marriage, Then comes Cindy in a baby carriage. was really annoying. Especially after forty or fifty times. It was Friday afternoon and school was over. I'd stayed late to do a favor for my math teacher. She wanted me to install a cd-rw in an empty bay in her computer. It took about twenty minutes to get it in, the computer back together, and everything tested. I waved goodbye to my teacher, walked out of the classroom, and stopped dead. Marianne and Cindy were leaning against the wall …
Holiday with Mother-in-Law, Chapter 1
HOLIDAY WITH MOTHER-IN-LAW – Chapter 1 After some years of disputes and unfriendly relations between me and my Mother-in-Law, Smartphone stickers and her Birthday led to a new relationship and a surprising holiday…. Part 1 The birth of my daughter led to the start of a deteriorating relationship between me and my Mother-in-law. It principally began during my wife`s pregnancy. I was away working at a needed (money-wise) job in a neighbouring country, and flew home one weekend every month, to go to the Doctor with my wife, Sonia. She complained her Mother was not at all interested in her pregnancy, never asked her, never helped her about anything – and this to be the first grandchild, and while my wife was continuing her own job as an Accounting clerk. That didn`t endear me much to her Mother, especially as I contributed money for her every month, as is the culture here in Thailand: children – and their husbands, if daughters – take care of their parents, so the doctrine goes, even when the parent left her perfectly good, easy job, to…well, do nothing at home except eat and get fatter. She had a boyfriend – I mean Mae, the Mother – and he was a fun guy, but he never contributed much money, though received all the `benefits` of a `wife` shall we say. My wife`s Father had died at a young age, and my wife mostly raised herself and her younger sister while living with him, as their Mother had run out on them. But, after he died, they moved to the city with their Mother, and the …
The Bet
"If you can guess what colour panties I'm wearing, I'll give you the best blow job you have ever had. I'll give you three guesses. If you can't get it right, you have to buy a bottle of their best champagne." I thought to myself, how did I get here? Just 15 minutes ago, I sat down in this hotel bar to have a quiet drink before going to back up to my room. When the beautiful blonde in the tight red dress walked in, I did check out her amazing curves as did all the other guys sitting around the room. She looked around the room and then surprisingly came over to my table. I don’t know why but I was the only one sitting alone. "Is this seat taken?" she said to me, her beautiful brown eyes looking deep into mine. "No," was all I managed to get out, almost choking on the drink I just swallowed. "Good," was her reply as she sat down. She signaled the waitress who was moving around the tables, "Champagne please." The waitress nodded and went to the bar to get the order. "So what brings you to Sydney?" she asked, turning to look me directly. "Work," was all I could manage to nervously say in the presence of this beautiful woman. I know she could tell that she was having an effect on me as she smiled and flicked her shoulder length blonde hair behind her ear. "And what sort of work do you do, Mister …?" "It's Johnson, but please call me Stephen. Stephen Johnson," I said holding out my hand. She grabbed it firmly as I continued to answer her question. "I'm in construction and down …
The Birthday Party: Aftermath 2 Sharing a Hotwife
Aftermath Number 2: to "The Birthday Party" Sharing a Hotwife After Jane had hung up, Derick stared at the dead phone for a full minute before he placed the receiver back on its cradle. Although very faint, he had distinctly heard the sounds of sex. Nothing else matches the sound of a female grunting in passion as she is being fucked hard. It was obvious that Jane was not the woman being fucked. There were five other women present. It could have been any of them, Derick thought. Or, it could have been most of them or all of them. There was no way to tell. It took Derick less than a few minutes to decide that he needed to visit a couple of suites at the Marriott Inn. Around 1:30 AM, Derick parked his car in the Marriott Inn lot. He still didn't know exactly what he planned to do. If nothing was happening, he was going to look like an idiot, and Cathy would be furious that he was checking up on her and her friends. On the other hand, if one or two of the women were having sex, but neither of them was Cathy, then what? He still wasn't sure what he intended to do even as the elevator rose to the 11th floor of the Inn. The adjoining suites were 1142 and 1144. Obviously, the doors would be locked. "Now what?", Derick thought as he stood outside the doors. He considered just listening at the door to see if he could hear anything but discarded that idea for fear that someone would come out of another room and see him with his ear pressed against the door. He might …
Outed at My Office
In the 1980's I was working as a System's Implementer for AT&T. My job was to coordinate the installation of large telephone systems, it kept me out of the office about 95% of the time. In 07/1989 our group of 18 people (6 male implementers, 4 female implementers, 5 female order writers, 2 female clerks, and a female supervisor)moved to a small satellite office in Lisle from the main AT&T marketing location in Oak Brook, Illinois. On most days I would just go home from the job site because I rarely completed working until after 5:00P, but this day I got done early and needed to go to the office to drop off some equipment order forms. Since the customer location was closer to the office and I had an early appointment with a new customer who was between my home and the office, I decided to drop off the order forms on my way home. I arrived at the office around 4:20, and really had to use the washroom; since our office was small we had only one unisex washroom. I had been holding on for the 40 minute drive from the clients to my office; so I made a beeline for the washroom. Unfortunately someone was all ready using it, and I had to wait about 5 minutes for her to come out. When she came out I just rushed in, and unfortunately I forgot to lock the door. I had only been in their long enough to drop my pants and sit down on the toilet when one of the clerks walked in. When she saw me sitting on the toilet she froze with the door wide open, and just at that time 2 of the order …
Slump Buster Supreme (Part 1)
Disclaimer: As far as I know, this is a fictional story. But this could easily be someone else's reality. When I was playing college baseball during my senior season, I was in the middle of my worst hitting slump ever. I had just gone 0-5 with 3 strikeouts, and even worse, I grounded into a game ending triple play in the bottom of the 9th with the team down 2 runs to secure our 10th straight loss. (Anyone that knows baseball knows how rare it is to hit into a triple play at all, let alone one that ends the game.) Our season was falling apart and we needed a drastic shift. After the game, 4 of us went out for a post game meal at a local pizza parlor. While we were there, 3 fine young ladies were at a table and noticed who we were. Long story short, we all chatted and made nice, but the other 3 guys ended up getting their information and carried the party elsewhere. I chose to stay behind because I was within walking distance of my apartment and wanted to walk to clear my head. I had only hit safely 2 times in my last 40 plate appearances, and was hitting a piss poor .190 for the season. I honestly began to question my hitting ability. My defensive skills and leadership were the only things keeping me from riding the bench, but I knew that it was only a matter of time before that wouldn't be enough. I stopped at 7-Eleven on the way home to grab a cup of coffee. While there, I ran into a lady I knew from campus library. She was the type of woman that I'd secretly admire, but …
The Interview
It was the moment of truth; they had chatted online for a little over one week now, but finally, she would get to meet the man she had fallen in love with over the internet. He had kindly offered her a possible job as his care assistant if she thought she could handle working for him, but this was obviously based on the assumption that they hit it off in real life and that she could do the job. "A little cooking, cleaning and ironing doesn't hurt anyone" thought Beth as she walked up the path of his small house for her interview. She looked down at herself before she knocked on the door to check that she really had picked the right clothes combination; she had selected an attractive set of lilac satin underwear comprising of g-string and bra, coupled with a black low-buttoned blouse, knee length black skirt and three inch high black boots. She took a few deep breaths before pressing the door bell. "Would he like me, or was this just destined to be a huge disaster", she was musing when the door opened and she was greeted by someone she knew from photographs had to be Tom. The large dirty grin that greeted her from the wheelchair-bound person at the door was enough for her to know that the clothing was suitable, and as she bent over to give him a small kiss on the cheek, she could see his eyes wandering to her large cleavage exposed by the low-cut blouse. The kiss moved from cheek to mouth as a weak arm lifted itself from the arm-rest of his wheelchair and …
Programming s****r
By Ivan the Terror Codes: mf+,inc,mc Chapter 1 I had the hottest, sexiest, nastiest older s****r that any horny 18 year old boy could have. She was two years older than me and had the perfect bod. I ached every time I saw her. Every once in a while I would catch a glimpse of her running naked between the bathroom and her bedroom. Her perfect B, almost C cup tits were to die for, puffies with no sag. Her long legs were the perfect curved shape with a ripe ass that she thought was too big, but every guy thought was perfect. The problem was that she treated me like dirt. She literally turned her nose up at my presence. The only time she said anything to me was to get me to help her with a TV or computer problem, and even then she rarely even said "Thank You". When I got a new computer, I hatched a plan for the old one. She would spend hours on her computer or watching TV in her room. Her computer was connected to the hi‑def TV as both the tuner and so she could chat and email with her friends. That was perfect, there was only one connection to the TV, and that was a standard SVGA from the computer. I went to Amazon and got a SVGA decoder card. It wasn't cheap, the three hundred dollar card drained my savings, but it was worth it. Then I drilled a small hole in the wall behind the TV stand in my s****r's room. It went into the upstairs storage closet that no one ever went into. I fed the TV cable through the hole, adding another going up to the TV. Temporarily I just …
Sex with J part1
I had a bit of a gay sexual experience with one of my cousins. It all happened by accident. We are both 16yrs old and are both in a youth football league. We play on the same team, he is a running back and I'm a wide receiver so we're both pretty fit. We practice in a park that's next to a private gym. The team coach is friends with the gym owner. They've know each other since collage. After practice we always go into the gym and shower. The gyms shower room is huge. There's about 55 of us on the team and we all easily fit in there. My cousin, who I will call J for the sake of time, and I have been on the team for 2 years now so we've gotten used showering together and with other guys. Now, the showers at the gym aren't individual shower stalls, there is a room of individual stalls but it's too small for all of us. The showers are just the shower heads on the walls spaced away from each other and there's small shelves for soap and towels and stuff. J and I and everyone else is used to seeing each other naked. It's a "you have what I have, mine's not anything special" thing. We don't mind being naked around each other. So anyways J's dad, my uncle, is pretty rich. We live in California where it gets hot and he has a big 2 story house with an in ground pool and jacuzzi in the back yard. My uncle was away on a business trip and he would be away for like 4 days. My uncle separated from my aunt years ago and my other cousin is in college. Basically the house was all to ourselves. …
My Guidance Counselor is a Slut Part 2
The next day at school was a hectic rush of pop quizzes and last minute extra credit projects. I was getting hard in science class as I watched a girl with a ponytail, a crop top, and no bra in the desk in front of me bent over her desk writing down her group’s research. She had brown hair, a nice body, and she kept shifting around and it show off that glorious round ass even more. I realized I had to take care of my growing hard-on before it became obvious I had one. I walked up to the teacher’s desk. “Hello, Ms. B, can I go to guidance I need to turn in a field trip form” She looked up from her computer monitor barely long enough to register a person was there and replied with a distracted, “Yea, sure, just don’t do anything stupid”. I turned and left the classroom quickly trying to keep the bulge in my pants out of view. I walked into Ms. Catron’s office and shut the door behind me. She was dressed in a tight fitting red blouse under a leather jacket and some skinny jeans that made her ass and legs look even better. “How are you, Marco?” “I need some help with something” I replied. “Oh well I can help with anything” she said with a smirk. She got up from behind her desk and walked over to me. She pressed herself against me, rubbing her breasts against my chest, she began to kiss me and as she did she began to loosen my belt and pants. By now her jacket was off but I still had to get her blouse off to reach her nipples. She wouldn’t stop kissing me so I went with the …
Turning With Time
I met her on a carousel slowly it was turning with tune gaily of a past September we became accustomed to each other's smiles Soft breaths and kisses we shared over teas and chocolate truffles many autumns past the granted of her love I met her on a carousel in the meadows of my dreams and opened eyes I stood, 'neath the forest woods green Soft breaths and kisses we shared and in her passing whispers sighed spoke of a past September and then she expired
Family Moves Forward Part 5
CHAPTER 10 Well mom was right. We no sooner finished fucking when the doorbell rang. “Who the fuck could that be?” Mom said as she crawled off of my wilting cock. She pulled her summer dress on over her head and headed for the front door. “I’ll get dressed.” I said. “No you don’t have to do that. This is your home, and I’m not going to let anyone in.” She went into the living room and opened the front door. “Mom!. I thought you just called.” “I did, honey, why didn’t you pick up?” “I was busy. I was going to call you back.” “Well I called from the car, I was in the neighborhood and thought I would drop buy. I don’t hear from you,” she said as she walked into the family room, where I was hopping around trying to pull my pants up over my wet cock. “Oh, what’s going on here?” “Nothing Grandma. How are you?” “I’m fine. I was just going to talk to your mother about Sarah. Your Grandmother Wilson called and told me that she came over for a visit.” “A visit Mom?” mom said. “Come on really?” “Well a bit more than a visit,” she said putting her purse down on the coffee table. “Are you going to offer me some tea or coffee?” “Plum out,” mom said. “Really? No tea?” “Okay, Stevie get your grandmother some hot tea. The tea bags are in the canister.” Then she directed my grandmother to sit. “So you’ve been talking to Dave’s mother?” “Yes, and such an idea, no sex except only to have babies?” “That’s what she wanted.” “And you sent her to the Wilson's for advice, and not to me?” “Actually it …
Like Father, Like Son
I grew up on a ranch in central Montana, which meant that I didn't get to see many folks very often. So it wasn't odd that my s****r Christy and I were pretty close. She was two years younger than me, but that didn't mean a thing on the ranch. We both had chores and they were to be done. Period. If they were hard, or dirty, or whatever, that just plain didn't matter. You just did them. Daddy had been raised in some kind of religious commune back east, and had come west when it got raided by the Feds for some reason. He didn't much like to talk about that part of his life. He met Momma there and they got married after they bought the ranch. You know how people who have been married a long time start to look alike? Daddy and Momma were like that. If you didn't know them you might think they were b*****r and s****r. She was a lot younger than him, though. Around our place clothing was functional. What I mean by that was we didn't dress for fashion, but for whatever kind of thing we were doing. If you were going to be rustling steers out of the brush, you wore clothes that would protect you from the brush. If you were mending fence in the heat of the day, you protected yourself from the sun, but only wore enough to do that. So if you were at home, and the weather was nice, and you were doing homework or something, why wear clothes at all? And we didn't, mostly, around the house. Neither did Momma or Daddy. So I knew what naked women looked like. I also knew that Daddy got boners …
Master in Training
When I found her, she was just 19. It was by accident, as she was the daughter of a friend from work. It was my weekend with my kids, but I had a date and was in a pinch. My friend George suggested his daughter Stephanie, could watch them. After another failed date, I came home, the kids in bed. The dishes in the kitchen that I had left from breakfast were cleaned and put away. The living room was cleaned and vacuumed. Stephanie was sitting on the couch watching TV. She immediately got up and asked why I was home so early? Long story Stephanie. Stephanie, tells me all about the kids. What they did. So on and so forth, but I was not listening. In the 2 hours I was gone, she cleaned the kitchen and living room, fed the kids played with the kids and put them to bed. I moved to my recliner and sit down. Stephanie goes to the fridge grabs a beer opens itandbrings it to me, saying I looked like a could use it. I thanked her. That is when it got weird. She its on the floor next to my legs. She leans her head into myknee and says "I don't want to go home right now, can I stay here for a little bit?" I think to myself, sweetie you can stay as long as you like. Stephanie? I say with an iquisitive tone. Yes Sir! She responds as she turns her head upward looking me in the eyes. Taken back by being called sir, I take a moment before responding. I see her fragile expression as she looks at me as if she were seeking approval. I pat her on her head and tell her how happy for all she has …
The Secret Life of William Howard Taft
**co writing with my friend from Imagefap, Reddwarf** Secret life of William Howard Taft 1910, America as a visitor from the Far East, Mrs. Malinee, or nickname Mali, the 32 years old ambassador from the mysterious land of Mueang Thai, or what Westerners knew as Siam, The America was full of thrills and excitement for men and especially for women. They were enjoying more and more freedoms, instead of being kept at home and unable to do little more than have babies and keep house, now they were working in jobs and earning money of their own, drinking with men in bars and living the "Flapper" lifestyle of parties and indulgence. She would have come to this wild, free America as an ambassador, a citizen of her country that had traveled to find out about this odd, young country and to extend her people's greetings to the United States President. She would be ushered into the Oval Office, the center of power in the White House, by an elderly white-haired man in a deep black, crisp and starched suit of a butler. As she pad over the carpeted floor to stand before the great oak desk of the President, she see his great head bowed down, concentrating intently on the papers he is writing notes on. She’s beautiful in her beaded dress, her hair curled and short in the fashion of the day, around her neck long strings of pearls and tiny glittering stones of a necklace. her makeup, typical of a careless quite young girl in that time, is almost scandalous and perfect; her cheeks are rouged …