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Bobby and Carl were old college buddy. They lived in the same student residence for three old age and they partied together, played intramural sports together, and sometimes even studied together. Carl was a twelvemonth ahead of Bobby but they ended up graduating at the like time. Once they graduated they worked multiple job for a few month to hold open money, and then piled into Bobby's car and traveled the United States for almost six month. Sharing that experience pretty much bonded them for life.

They were opposites in many ways. Bobby was blonde, grandiloquent and lean-muscled, a ballplayer, a blue runner and a player ; Carl was dark-haired, heavyset and had been an inexpert boxer and had a crooked nose as a result. Bobby was into medicine and the artistic creation and liked to camp and hike ; Carl liked to mold on cable car, go hunting and fishing and continue at the Best Western. In their college afterlives Bobby was a gross sales rep for an acrobatic vesture manufacturer and played euphony on the English ; Carl was a director for a firm that refurbished metro motorbus. But they were in force friends, shared the Same sense of witticism, and made it a breaker point to get together every few month for a night out.

This story begins on one of those Night. Carl and Bobby were 26 and 25 long time old, and it was a Fri dark, the day after Thanksgiving. They decided to meet at one of their old hangouts, The Vous, a pub near the university campus where they'd gone to college. It was a situation that had a beer and wine license, but sold no hard liquor. It was known for cheap pitcherful, live music and a high door for craziness, at least back when they were in school.

Bobby lived about forty-five mo away from campus and Carl lived an hour away in the opponent focussing so they drove separately and met out front of The Vous. They went inside to the bar, ordered two bottles of beer and a pitcher of snow, and then found a pocket-sized table off to the face and took hind end. The beers were mostly for show. The ewer of Coke was for the bottle of rum Carl had stuffed in his jacket.

The place was dead for a Friday, which made gumption since it was Thanksgiving weekend and most students had gone home for the holiday. Only two former tabular array were occupied in plus to a smattering of habitue at the bar. There was a threesome setting up on degree. While Carl surreptitiously stirred rum into the mound of Coke, Bobby went over to the band to stick in himself, as musician are habit to do. He wanted to see if they had any common melodic friends.

Carl filled one of the roller the beertender had given them with Coke from the pitcher, then cradling the pitcher in his lap, emptied a 3rd of the rum into it. Meanwhile Bobby talked to the guitar player and admired his instruments. As it turned out, they didn't have any mutual acquaintances but they dug a lot of the Same stuff. It was a blues-rock band, and Bobby had grown up on that.

Bobby sat back down at the board with Carl and they commenced to shooting the bullshit, sipping beer and chasing it with Republic of Cuba Libres. They talked about the usual stuff they talked about when they got together : jobs, mutation, women and college. Finally, after about 20 minutes the band kicked it into gear. Immediately Bobby could get wind that the band was really closely and thankfully not ear-bleeding loud. That was good he thought, especially with the mostly-empty room.

It looked like it was going to be a boring nighttime at The Vous. Only a few Sir Thomas More mass had come into the post after Carl and Bobby. There was a board of four, two couples seated in a booth on the far English, and two girls at a deuce not far from their own table.

Carl nudged Bobby when he noticed the two peeress and tilted his head in their direction."Hey sidekick, check it out,"he said."Hard left rudder, we got two hot ones."

The girls were OK looking and were sharing a carafe of wine-colored. One was blonde, with shoulder-length frizzy curls, and looked to be in her early twenty dollar bill. The other was a few long time older but looked just as delicious, with the Saame frizzy hair, only she was brunette. Both were slim down and sexy in smashed jeans, Blondie with a snug red jumper and the older gal in a cream-colored blouse. Both looked good enough to eat, and somewhat out of place at this dump.

"They must be sisters,"Bobby said.

"baby ? Really ?"

"Yeah, flavor at their eyes. They have the Sami eyes. Same mouth too."

Carl tried to calculate without staring."wellspring, I don't care if they're sister, or full cousin or floozy, they are fucking hot ! We need more ice,"he said, and got up to go to the bar. Bobby figured he just wanted to get a better face at the chicks.

Bobby was applauding a guitar solo when Carl came back with a trough of ice and some lime wedges.

"I ordered them a drink,"Carl said as he sat down. The Vous was not known for reliable wait staff.

"You did ?"

"Yep. Bartender's going to send them over in a few minutes when they're set up for refills."

"Smooth !"Bobby said, and filled their Methedrine over invigorated ice."Drink up !"

Carl dumped the rest of the ice into the hurler and poured in another healthy social disease of rum. The refreshments were going down easy and Bobby was getting into the euphony, tapping his feet and rapping his thumbs on the table. The musical rhythm incision was a meaty, steady pulse and now the guitarist had switched to electric violin and was knocking off blue sky licks with his bow and his fingers.

"This band is good,"Bobby said when the strain ended.

"Hey, flavour,"Carl said, nodding toward the lady friend.

The mixologist was delivering the new carafe of wine. They watched as he explained who'd sent the drink and pointed toward them. The girls both looked over at them and with coy smiles raised their glasses in thanks. The band kicked into a irksome blue sky and the result guitar moaned.

Over the rest of the set they would peek over at the young woman and occasionally eye contact would be made. At one stop the brunette got up and went to the gentlewoman elbow room. Carl and Bobby had their eyes glued to her tightly-wrapped coffin nail until she disappeared down the student residence to the toilet facility. Then they glanced at the blonde, who was smiling and shaking her head.

"Caught you !"she lipped, pointing at them.

Bobby and Carl blushed, shrugged and laughed. Then they raised their beverage and clinked their glasses.

"That's worth a goner !"Bobby said, loud enough for all to hear.

Just as the band went on a breakout, the brunet returned from the public lavatory and they were watching her. They were surprised when she made a beeline for their table.

"Hey hombre, thanks again for the crapulence. We wanted to return the motion but what are you drinking ? I see two empty beer bottle, but what's in the pitcher ?"Her vocalism was low and breathy.

"Coke,"Bobby said.

"coke ?"she said."You kidding me ? How can two unseasoned guys have as a lot fun as you're having drinking coke ?"

They looked at each former and laughed. Carl opened his jacket crown and showed her the bottle."Rum and blow,"he said softly."Want one ?"

She threw her headspring back and laughed."Beautiful !"she said."Two beers and a pitcher of Coke coming up."She strutted off to the bar.

Bobby looked at the blonde. She had a grin on her face.

"Hey, do you mind if we move over there,"he said, pointing at the mesa succeeding to theirs.

"It would be better than hollering halfway across the room,"Blondie said.

Bobby and Carl hustled to the mesa with their glasses and mound. Soon brunet returned carrying a tray with two beers, a ewer of Coke and some charge plate cups.

"Why don't we push these tables together,"she said as she placed the tray on the table."It will be easier to talk that way."So they did. Without asking Bobby poured their concoction into two cupful for the girls.

launching were made. The brunette was named summertime and the blonde was named Bree.

"Those are occupy names,"Bobby said."Different. Unique."

"We're interesting woman,"Summer said with a wink.

"No argument there,"Bobby said."Were you born in the summer ? Is summertime a nickname ?"

"No, it's my genuine public figure. My mother is a holdover hippy."

"Ah, I see. And Bree…,"he said, turning to her."Is that like the cheese ?"

"No, it's unawares for air. My mom is a holdover hippy too."

"rightfulness,"Carl chimed in."Because you're sisters, right ?"

summertime and Bree looked at each other, smiling, and sipped their wine.

"You're very perceptive,"Bree said.

"Really,"he went on,"Because you look alike, you have the Sami eyes and the Same mouth and I bet you get that a lot…"

"I'm her mother,"summertime said, cutting him off.

Carl and Bobby were both caught off sentry duty. They sat back in their chairs, taking it in.

"I never would have guessed,"Bobby said."summer, you look like her big sister, maybe three or four years onetime !"

"Well,"she chuckled,"I had her at a Whitney Moore Young Jr. age, but not that young !"

They all laughed. The ice had been thoroughly broken. The guy rope had inadvertently made summer's nighttime, and they could separate that Bree was proud of her hot mom. They all went on to get word about each other. Bobby and Carl told them about their college days and car tripper and jobs and their occasional night out. Summer lived alone in a humble house three blocks from the bar, and worked at the VA infirmary and taught yoga and aerobics. Bree was vingt-et-un and was visiting for the foresighted weekend. She lived in New York metropolis where she had a day job at an art museum while she tried to make it as a dancer.

The nighttime turned out to be a blast. They drank all the rum and danced and changed spouse several times. Bobby sat in with the band on a couple tune and slow-danced with Bree and summer. He loved the flavour and scent of both, and the touching of their titty against his thorax, and was pretty trusted it was no fortuity when their articulatio genus found their way gently between his thighs.

The eye link they made, the smiling they shared, and the open conversation they had over several hour made this a limited Night. But as is often the case when there are two guys and two girlfriend, it can be awkward not knowing the next in force footstep. It seemed to be clicking on all storey, but as the night wound down, Bobby wondered where it would go next.

-- --

After the one-third set, Bree and summer went to the restroom together. This is it, Bobby thought.

"So, who gets the old lady ?"Carl said after they left.

"Hey, she doesn't look old to me,"Bobby said,"She looks just about right."

"How old do you think she is ?"

"I don't know. She said she had Bree when she was young. Bree's twenty-one. What, maybe thirty-nine or forty ?"

"She looks damn effective for thirty-nine or forty."

"diddley, she looks respectable for twenty-nine or thirty !"Bobby said.

-- --

In the restroom Bree and summertime were having a exchangeable conversation.

"So, do you desire to ask them home ?"Bree asked."They seem like nice guys."

"Yeah, they are. Don't seem like axe liquidator at all, do they ?"

"Mom, are you cook for this ?"

"I think so."

"What about that guy you were seeing ? Mel, was it ?"

"On and off. Mostly off."

"I thought he was kind of a fuddy-duddy."

"I know."

"So who gets Bobby ?"Bree asked."I can say you like him."

summer sighed."Yeah, well, he's cute. You like him, that's obvious."

"Sure, what's not to wish ? But Carl's not bad. Not as good-looking, but a nice guy."

"rightfulness. You take Bobby. You're visiting, you take him."

"No, you sure ? Want to riff for it ?"

"No. I don't have a coin anyway."

"Neither do I."

-- --

The guys had just paid the tab when the girls got back to the table and it was instantly clear how they would be paired.

"Do you need to come back to the firm ?"summer said directly to Carl.

"Come on over, it's not far,"Bree said, sidling up to Bobby."The night is still young."

lecture about a no-brainer. Bobby and Carl left their car parked where they were and the four of them started walking. Summer and Carl walked about XV feet ahead of Bree and Bobby so each couple had a bit of privacy as they made their way to the house.

When they were about a half block away Bree took Bobby's mitt and a few strides later pointed to a blanched cottage with brown passementerie, with a porchlight illuminating a long narrow down porch and a fine-trimmed hedging in front.

"We're home,"Bree said."That's Mom's house there."

"Very nice,"Bobby said. He didn't know what else to say.

They watched summertime and Carl climb the three steps onto the porch and saw her mom fumble with her cay and unlock the door. Abruptly Bree stopped and turned to Bobby and squeezed his hand.

"Kiss me,"she said.

Bobby didn't need any more encouragement than that. He put his gratuitous hand behind her oral sex and pulled her grimace to his. Their mouths had barely met for a second before their backtalk parted and they were tasting tongues. Bree's subdivision went around him, one hand on his rear and the other on his ass, and she pulled him close. As they kissed they heard Summer and Carl entering the planetary house and the storm doorway closed with a bang, then reopened. The porchlight flickered on and off several times.

"Get a room !"Carl called, and laughed loudly before turning off the light source.

Bree and Bobby broke into laughter, ending their kiss.

"It's nice to get the first kiss out of the way,"Bree said."No awkwardness."

"The first of many,"Bobby said, and he kissed her again, not as long this time.

"Let's go in. Before Mom puts out an APB."

They entered the business firm. Carl and summer were in the kitchen, still dancing around each other a little bit. She was at the stove and he was standing beside her.

"I'm making tea,"Summer called.

Bree looked in Bobby's optic, held his hand and whispered,"Do you want tea…or me ?"

"I want Bree,"he said.

She pulled him down the dormitory. She showed him where the bathroom was and then opened the door inverse."delay for me in here, I'll be rectify back."

Bree went back to the kitchen.

"Mom, I think we'll crack on the tea,"she said.

"Oh, okay, I understand,"Summer said."You sure you don't need something before you go to bed ? Orange River juice, an vigor swallow, a Vitamin B shot ?"

"No, I think we're fine."

"All right wing. Try to go on it down in there,"she said."We have neighbors."Carl and Summer laughed.

"rightfield back at ya,"Bree retorted.

Meanwhile Bobby was looking around the room, which obviously had been Bree's childhood bedroom and niggling had changed. There were plaques on the paries for gymnastics and dance, and picture of her in natural process. One framed photo on the dresser caught his interest and he picked it up to analyse it more closely. It was an eight by ten exposure of Bree on stage, under the brightness, dancing on the flyspeck top of her toes with her paw high above her caput, her sexy bod dressed in a egg white frilly tutu, snowy leggings and skimpy ballet slippers.

"Do you like that picture ?"Bree asked as she closed the bedroom room access behind her.

"Oh, uh yes,"Bobby said."It's amazing. It's beautiful."

"That's ‘ The Nutcracker ’. Off-off-off-off-off Broadway. But still one of the few the right way gigs I've gotten in New York."

"I could never believe how terpsichorean could stand on their toes like that. It looks like it must hurt like the pits, I cringe when I see it. But damn, it's so sexy."

"You think that's sexy ? Dancing en pointe ?"she asked, and moved into his arms."You're going to be easy."

"Easy for you,"he said. He kissed her and their lingua slow-danced for thirty seconds. He felt the burn mark of her boob and the firmness of her second joint against him. They kissed again, harder.

"dancing for me. En pointe,"he whispered. He kissed her neck and squeezed her butt.

"Are you unplayful ? Now ?"Her ear lobe was in his mouth.

"Just for a minute,"he rasped. He kissed her oral cavity again.

"You are too much, Bobby,"she laughed, pushing him away."Okay, down boy."

She pulled a hot seat out from under a minor desk and turned it around.

"Sit here. Get undressed. If I'm going to throw you a appearance, you have to give me one too. He started unbuttoning his shirt.

Bree picked up her phone from the actor's assistant, fiddled with it for a few bit and then disappeared into the waltz closet.

Bobby hung his shirt on the back of the chairman and unbuckled his trouser. His dick was already well on the way to reaching its steely potentiality. He sat and listened to the rummaging going on in the closet.

"Are you cook ?"Bree finally asked.

"All quick,"Bobby replied.

"Are you naked ?"she said.

Bobby pushed his pants down below his knees."Yes,"he replied.

"Okay, here goes. It's going to be short and sweet."

Music started playing softly and Bobby saw Bree's arm extend out from the closet and set the telephone on the dresser. It sounded familiar spirit but Bobby didn't know squat about concert dance. Then Bree breezed into the way on her toes…en pointe…with her arms in a R-2 high above her head, dancing gracefully to the strings, back and forth and around him in the low space. She wore concert dance slippers and frilly panty, and nothing else except for the thin gold rings pierced through the nipples of her perky medium-size breasts.

Bobby sat with his dick erect, salivating, thinking how outstanding is this ? I'm sitting in this beautiful girl's bedroom, listening to ballet music with a hard-on, watching this sexy fox whom I'm about to get laid, saltation around me, titillating me, tempting me, driving me to the head of…

Bree's hands were no longer senior high in the air. She was improvising now, running her hands over her flesh, cupping her bosom, inside her panties, along the cranny of her ass.

She came down on flat infantry a few inch in front of him. She took his cock in her hand.

"The show was unretentive and sweet, but it's decent to see this isn't,"she said.

"You're so fucking hot,"Bobby said.

He put his fingers inside her pantie and slid them down to the floor. Her pussy rim glistened in the soft light. He pulled her finisher and leaned his face into her leaning, clean muff. He licked her labia, inside and out and around and Bree sighed when he sucked her clit gently between his sassing. As she stroked his penis she ground her hill softly into his face.

"Now I'll do a different kind of terpsichore for you,"she said. A lap dance, Bobby thought. He groaned when she lowered herself onto him and he felt the warm, wet bliss of her pussy accept up his cock.

Just like that they were fucking. Sitting naked in a desk president, this alright young adult female was sliding up and down on his tumesce perch. He assisted her with his hired hand on her hips, lifting, lowering, and craning his cock into her. She felt visible light and graceful, floating above him, but with her juicy snatch attached to him, gripping him and sucking him.

The grueling chairwoman had no springiness, each of Bree's downward thrusts ended with a sudden splat. Soon Bobby's sweaty ass was sliding around on the wooden seat. He put the fingers of one hand in the fracture of Bree's ass and the other arm around her upper back and stood up. With his jeans around his ankles and his shaft stuck like a fulcrum into her hungry snatch he waddled over to put his knees on the edge of the bed. He wriggled their physical structure up onto the bed, and with Swan Lake playing softly in the background signal, Bobby started fucking her like a man on a mission. Bree dug her finger's breadth into Bobby's back and rammed her mole into his.

The bed was a squeaker. It creaked loudly with each plunge, the bounce straining under the power of their making love. The squeaking sound bounced off the bedroom paries and all Bobby could think about was how Summer and Carl had to hear it back in the kitchen while they were having their tea. Bree didn't seem to handle or notice.

Bree's pussy felt slick and smooth to Bobby as he fucked her, a glossy ride in and out over and over, and he felt like they were slowly sliding toward soft orgasms when she stopped.

"Put it in me as abstruse as you can and declare it for a second,"she hissed.

He pushed his cock as deeply as he could into her wet socket and stopped. Then he felt her legs twist beneath him and her pussy tightened down and put pressing around his bill like a power vise.

"Holy shit !"Bobby said,"What the inferno is that ?"

"I'm snuggling you,"she said.

Bobby looked under him at her branch. They were twisted tightly together like the conducting wire in a coaxial transmission line, thus winching her pussy into a clenched fist.

"tinker's dam, that's tight,"he said.

Bree started rocking back into their rhythm and he went with it."Finish fucking me,"she whispered.

Bobby got back to fucking her but there was no more in and out, it was back and Forth River, harder and then even harder, with their loins stuck together like gum, two body melded into one, pounding, trying to squeeze the cum out of each early like they were a couple of planate toothpaste tubes.

They fucked hard, they sighed and moaned along with the box spring, and Bobby's dick moved very small inside Bree's aphrodisiac slot. minuscule by little, with each snakelike apoplexy of their joined jetty, he felt his cum Begin to boil. He instinctively knew that if his sperm could ever bring in it up through the force play wrapped around his cock it was sure to be a whopper.

A second later Bree came to his delivery. As she sung out with a high-pitched shake her twat unsnatched from around his stuffed heart and soul and she came, unleashing a wet wafture of cum. Their beginning fourth dimension together and their orgasms were almost concurrent : Bobby continued fucking her and after only three or four Thomas More apoplexy into her wet, unfastened stroke, his seed rose through him like it was rushing to put out a fire. He was still coming when he pulled his desiccated meat out of her and collapsed on the mattress beside her. He looked at Bree's face and she was grinning ear-to-ear. He smiled too.

"Amazing !"Bobby said, shaking his head. He put his mouth to hers and they held each other and kissed softly for a long time.

-- --

"What was that thing you did with your legs ?"Bobby asked."That was intense."

"I don't know. Kama sutra sex and dancer muscles working together I guess. Was it secure ?"

"Not expert, howling. I could get hooked on that."

There was silence for a bit as they held one another.

"But I'll try not to,"Bobby added.

Another silence.

Then :"You'll try not to,"Bree repeated."Why is that ?"

Bobby said,"Because you're in New York. And I'm not."

thirty seconds more of silence.

"Why don't you have a boyfriend ?"Bobby asked.

"How do you know I don't ?

"I don't know. Do you ?"

"No. There's not time and I meet so many shit with massive ego it's not worth the trouble. There are a one-half XII offstage romances going on in every production I've been in. They hit on me all the meter. It gets to be a drag. It's nice to be abode ; to run across somebody normal for a change."

"Ah…"

"What about you ?"she went on."Girlfriend ?"

"No."

"Good."

More silence.

Bobby started kissing her neck and shoulder joint. Then her breasts. Bree moaned when he sucked her hooped nipples into his mouth. Her fingerbreadth were in his tomentum, assisting.

"You have a beautiful body,"he said in between mammilla sucks.

"I like yours too,"she said, massaging his scalp.

He worked his way down, and he shifted his body around gradually as he moved his mouth over her ardent damp bod, to her flattened tummy, teasing around her already-fucked pussy, to her inner thigh, kissing her stifle, sura, shins, articulatio talocruralis. He took his time kissing the colloidal suspension of her metrical unit. Then he licked her right big toe, and sucked it deep into his mouth.

"What are you doing ?"Bree asked.

"Your toes are special,"he said."You are a dancer. They support you. I support them. You dance on the tips of these toes. What a fuck turn-on !"

He expected a jape but didn't get it. He continued to suck all of her toes one after the other.

"What, do you have a foot voodoo or something ?"Bree asked when he was switching to her second foot.

"Never did till now,"he said."Think of it as my own ballet. It's the horizontal en pointe."

Bree chuckled softly."Well, this is a first. But you're a right social dancer I must say."

"I'm gon na take in your toes till you come."

Bree pretzeled her lithe dead body around so that with Bobby's mouth still on her toes she could get her mouthpiece on his penis. She licked it and kissed it and nipped at it until it was again at its maximum stiffness.

"I'm going to let my mouthpiece dance on this infant for a while,"she said. Bobby groaned and half-gagged on her polished big toe when he felt her mouth surround his surging cock.

Despite their awkward perspective Bobby did his advantageously to fuck Bree's face as she blew him and he kept trying to suck in the paint off of her toenails. By the metre he finished sucking all of her toes she had not yet had another orgasm but his putz felt like a balloon about to explode. He reconfigured their dead body a minute time, stretching and straightening into a more comfortable sixty-nine location. With her backtalk now a warm, snug glove around his overblown boner he split her luscious mouth with is tongue and tasted her sourish twat and sucked her florid clitoris into his mouth.

Bree shrieked and she grinded her kitty-cat into his brass. The bed creaked as they fucked each former's faces. The elbow room smelled of raw sex and the air was filled with the wet echoed audio of slurping and sucking and the slapping of hungry mouth on horny flesh.

Bobby knew his cum would soon be on the climb so he gave Bree's clit one more Major world power suction, eliciting another shrill, stifled vociferation from her cock-filled sassing. Then he went to exploit with his tongue, licking and slashing like a viper in hotness on her circulate lips and her upright organ.

Bree's cunt exploded in his face. Bobby was shocked by the force of it, but was it for him, because of him ? Or was it a pent-up tank, finally being emptied ? He didn't have a great deal time to cerebrate about it because his back talk and nostrils were now flooded and her eubstance writhed as he held her. A moment later his dead body shook and he came in her mouth, and her lips stayed on him, rush after Benjamin Rush, until he was done.

-- --

After several arcminute basking in the ember of their high temperature they took turns in the bathroom to execute their bedtime ablutions. Bree went first and when she returned she handed her soup-strainer to Bobby. He brushed his teeth and washed up and then searched the medicament cabinet. He found a vacuum tube of skin application and gently rubbed some into each side of his cock, hoping to relieve the soreness of his impertinent, raw brush burns.

It was getting pretty late. Bobby climbed back into bed and curled his arms around Bree so their naked soundbox were touching in as many position as possible. The air in the room smelled of lewd, leftover love but their osculation were minty new until they fell off to sleep.

The dayspring sun was just beginning to filter through the curtain when Bobby was awakened by Bree's mouth on his enlarged cock. He ran his fingers through her hair.

"You had a huge erecting,"Bree said, looking up."I wanted to say ‘ Good morning ’."Then she went right back to work.

She sucked him hard and dug her digit into his ass. He only winced a couple up times from the irritation on his shaft. Soon he moaned and groaned and sprain and shook and busted his nut. Bree kept her mouth glued to his warm gun as he came and swallowed most of it but still had a mouthful when she kissed him.

"trade good forenoon !"she said.

"Good dayspring to you. Now it's my turn."

Bobby put his head teacher between her legs and buried his mouth into her cooch and started eating. He held her buttocks in his hands and she locked her legs around his cervix and fucked his aspect for several second. When she relaxed her bobby pin Bobby rose up onto her. Bree brought her wooden leg up until they were resting on her shoulders giving him total access. Another turn-on, he thought, thanks to her dancer flexibility. With his facial expression tacky from sweat and jizz he slipped his re-hardened shaft into her deeper than ever and gave her an intense, bed-banging, duple orgasm, proper just dayspring fuck.

"When do you go back to New House of York ?"Bobby asked after their bodies had stopped erupting.

"Tomorrow,"she said meekly.

"Can I see you tonight ?"

"You better believe it !"

Bree took a shower first and then while Bobby was taking his she changed the swampy linens and made the bed. Then she went into the kitchen where her mom was pouring orange juice and had coffee tree brewing.

"fountainhead, practiced morning, Houserocker,"her mother said when she entered the elbow room."Does your bed still have four legs ?"

Bree smiled and blushed and poured her own spyglass of juice.

"Where's Carl ?"

"He left overnight. He said he had to make today."

"How did it go ?"

"It was okay. No magic. I won't be seeing him again,"summer said."But it sounded like a different story in your room."

"Yep,"Bree said. Then she put her sassing to her mom's ear and whispered,"Magical."

A moment later Bobby breezed into the kitchen.

"trade good morning, Summer,"he said energetically.

"commodity morning Bobby."

After they shared a few other courtesies Bobby said he had to be going. He looked at Bree and said,"Pick you up at six ?"

Bree nodded."That sounds good."

She walked him to the room access and kissed him goodbye on the nominal head porch.

-- --

Bree was watching for Bobby when he pulled up in social movement of the house right as six o'clock and was immediately on her way out the door.

"Bobby's here,"she called to her mother."I'm going, Mom. Don't delay up."

"Have fun,"summertime said."Don't forget brunch with Grandma."

Bobby watched Bree jog toward him, thinking Damn !, why does she have to live in New York ? She looked miraculous in a long-sleeved smutty dress with a slide fastener all the way down the front from the top to the hem at mid-thigh. As she scurried across the front yard it was obvious she was braless and her limber wooden leg forced the dress a little farther up her legs. She jumped into the car, put her bag and sweater on the buns and leant to give Bobby a kiss on the lips.

Bobby had searched around to see if there was some kind of saltation functioning going on somewhere in townsfolk that he could assume her to but there was none to be found. This didn't really bother him because the couple minute they would let spent sitting in seats watching the appearance was a duad hours he could not spend talking to her, getting to know her better, laughing with her, or trying to get her bare. So he would take her to dinner and they would wing it from there.

The even was a smash succeeder. dinner was at Flounder Fred's, a popular seafood restaurant. They had to wait for a table but that was cool, they had a couple drinks and were salutary and relax by the metre they got a table. Dinner was yummy and the conversation was even zestier. They talked about the night before : confluence at the bar, partying, laughing, going to bed together, the sex, the horizontal en pointe. By the prison term they finished the meal Bree was wet and Bobby was playing with himself under the table.

"We better get out of here before I unzip your dress,"he said.

"How's this for a first ?"Bree asked, and pulled the zipper down six inch, teasing him with cleavage.

"Let's go,"he said. They walked out hand-in-hand.

Fortunately there was a vacancy at the vacation Inn about a half blockage away. As they were checking in Bree opened her purse and took out her toothbrush and showed it to Bobby with a sly grinning. She had planned well. They found their elbow room and were naked in about ten moment. They slammed their lips together and groped for the bed. They spent the nighttime kissing, shag, sucking, licking, moaning and groaning and coming all over each other. He even got another venereal disease of Bree's legs-crossed, cunt-locked scissor roll in the hay. In the early morning they did it all again. Then they showered together, getting cleaned up for brunch. But Bobby's cock found its way into her one more than clock time while the powered spray rained down on them. He even cleaned her bastard with his tongue for good measure.

-- --

Bobby tried to beg off of brunch, thinking it may be kind of awkward. Bree told him no, it's okey, don't headache, they're aplomb. She picked up her phone and called her female parent. Summer agreed and welcomed him.

They met at an upscale eatery near the university. Bree and Bobby wore their Saami dress from the night before but they had cleaned up real nice. summer looked fabulous in a red dame and a United States Navy crop top. And Bobby thought Ella, who was summertime's mother and Bree's grandmother, looked pretty damn good too. He figured she had to be of late 1950s, but she looked ten or twelve eld young. She was thin like her daughter and granddaughter and looked in excellent shape. And she definitely looked like an old hipster in a flowery embroidered peasant dress and long blonde/gray hair pulled back in a ponytail bound by gumshoe banding about every three or four inches down her back.

The cleaning woman ordered mimosas while Bobby had a bloody Virgin Mary. Brunch was whatever they wanted. They could choose from ballock any-which-way, pancake, waffles, crepes, ham, bacon, grits, breads, dessert, you name it. Bobby pigged out and listened while the noblewoman did most of the talking. He thought Ella seemed to be more like Bree than like summertime : The free-wheeling, ad-libbing, winging-it, artsy fartsy type. Summer seemed a little more conventional.

Brunch over, they drove in two elevator car to Summer's menage. Ella said bye, hugged her girl and granddaughter and left wing. The clock time was nearing when Bree would be leaving. Bobby offered to ride her to the gearing station which was about a xv minute drive. While Bree was packing Bobby and Summer chatted on the sofa.

"That was nice to volunteer to drive her to the train,"summer said."She doesn't sojourn very often, but when she does I always offer to drive her but she usually just calls a cab."

"My pleasure. Now we can see her off right."

"Oh, okey, yes,"she said, happy to be included.

Bree entered the room with her bag. She had changed into the same jean and red jumper she'd worn on Friday Night. She looked even better than the first time.

They piled into Bobby's car and he drove to the store. He dropped them at the strawman, got Bree's suitcase out of the trunk and went to park the car. It being a Sunday afternoon, he found a smudge easily and hustled into the station. He saw them seated on a terrace and joined them.

"They said they'll be calling her power train in a few proceedings. Everything is on sentence,"Summer said.

Mother and girl talked. Be careful, save in pinch, yell me when you get in, good luck on your audition, don't forget to blah blah blah. Then they all exchanged contact information and promised to stay in jot. Then they called Bree's train.

Summer hugged and kissed Bree and said goodbye, and then it was Bobby's turn. He hugged her tight, kissed her boldness, then gave her a little deep one on the mouth.

"You should come up to New York and visit,"Bree said.

"Sure,"he said, doubting it would ever encounter.

She hugged him again and put her brim right up to his ear.

"Mom thinks you're cute,"she whispered."Go for it."

Then she spun on her heels, picked up her bag and walked out to her train.

-- --

On the drive back to her sign, Bobby realized it was the world-class time he'd been man-to-man with summer. He wanted to make conversation but wasn't sure what to say. He didn't want to be too trite and he didn't want to go too sappy.

"How often does Bree make out to visit ?"he asked.

"Oh, it depends on her schedule,"she said."Her day job is predictable, but the saltation is all over the place, feast or famine. It can be a nerd. I doubt she'll form it for the holidays if she's in a output again this year."

"You have to hand it to her. She's following her dream. To be so young and go to The Big apple all by herself. That's pretty brave."

"She always knew what she wanted to do. I encouraged her, I said be happy and do what you love. She never wavered ; she worked task and saved her money. A hebdomad after she graduated from highschool school she packed two big udder and got on the train."

"You encouraged her, that's thoroughly,"Bobby said."I wish my parents had done that. They always had a programme for me, to be practical, go to college, get a degree and get a good job. I was an obedient son and did as expected, trying to please. Doing what I loved never factored into it."

"Do you begrudge that ?"

"Not really because my parents didn't know any better. They did what they thought was aright. But my talents and aptitude are in euphony and artistry and I have a business degree. So I work in sales and diddle music division time. Bree is doing what she loves, pursuing that ambition. I admire that, almost envy it. You have encouraged her to go for it and that is peachy. You're a good mother, Summer."

"Thank you,"she said."My mother had me Thomas Young ; she became pregnant in her senior year of high schoolhouse. My male parent was a pothead who was seldom around. And then I did the same thing. I got knocked up in my senior year."

"heights school sweetheart ?"

"Yeah, an eighteen-year-old sweetheart who turned into a twenty-year-old loser. I know the battle my Mom went through and I know the struggles I went through. I tried hard to drum two idea into Bree's head : take after your dreams and don't get knocked up."

"You're a good mother,"he said again."And you two have a big relationship, that's obvious."

"We leaned on each former a lot when she was growing up. My mother was a big helper, but it was just the two of us most of the time. We were close. I was her scoop friend as well as her mother."

"When I think of when I first saw the two of you Friday night at The Vous, it's still hard to believe you're her mother. You both looked so needlelike. I thought you were the older sis. You didn't come off like any mother and girl I've ever known."

Bobby horde with his eyes straight ahead but his peripheral vision told him she had turned and was looking at him. She held her gaze for a few seconds before facing presence again.

As they neared summertime's household Bobby tensed up because he didn't know how to continue. He liked Bree a lot, but knew a long distance relationship was likely doomed. He liked summertime too, and since he had received Bree's go-ahead he had no guilt about pursuing her. But he didn't know how, and didn't want to hail off like a jerk. Fortunately summertime bailed him out.

"Would you like to add up in for a little bit ?"she said when he pulled up in figurehead of the house."Would you like coffee, or tea ?"

"Yes, thank you,"he said."Whichever you prefer would be fine."He parked the car and they went inside.

-- --

Bobby leaned against the kitchen riposte as summertime heated water for tea. The long weekend was winding down and that meant it would be back to work Mon morning. summer asked Bobby about his job.

"I'm a salesman, not my born calling to be sure, but I do okay. I have a huge territory and drive a lot. I'm spread pretty thin but it's not bad. I come to this orbit around the university once every span of weeks. How about you ? You work at the V.A. hospital ?"

"Yes, I'm an ophthalmic technician,"Summer said as she poured tea."Let's go sit in the living room."They carried their loving cup into the succeeding room and sat together on the sofa.

"How did you get into that ?"

“"After I finished community college I got occupy in it and took a course and became certified."

"What's an ophthalmic technician do ?"Bobby asked.

"I assist the doctors with examinations and testing and surgery and affected role care."

"That sounds interesting."

"It is, if you're into eyes,"she said, stirring her tea."You wouldn't believe what we see at the V.A. The nonperformance and the pathology we see from veterans is incredible, we are consistently amazed and see something new almost every day. ex-serviceman from earthly concern War II, Korean Peninsula, Viet Nam, with disease and trauma and crater in their eyeball. And they live with it. Not what you see at the distinctive eye doctor's office."

"speech sound like a really eye-opener,"Bobby said.

Summer cracked up and laughed so intemperately she spilled hot tea on the table."You are so platitudinal !"she said. Bobby chuckled and mopped up the good deal with a napkin.

"So, I guess the doctors are hitting on you all the prison term,"he said.

Summer blushed and laughed again."Sometimes,"she said."But I made that mistake once and won't again. The ophthalmologist in charge is assuredness ; His figure is Richard, he's aged and very knowledgeable and very dedicated. But most of the medico are optometrists who come to the clinic to run for a twelvemonth or two after they get out of school because it was part of the hand they made when they accepted their grant or scholarship or whatever. Most are spoiled brats who can't time lag to complete their commitment so they can go out and earn the big bucks and spread a Pearle imagination or something."

There was an interlude while they sipped their tea in silence. Then Bobby mentioned something that had been in the back of his mind.

"Can I ask you something ?"he said.

"Sure,"she said, picking a miniscule piece of lint off of her skirt.

"rich person you thought about Friday night ? The four of us hit it off so well and had so much fun. When you and Bree went to the restroom together I had no idea how the rest of the dark would go…"

"Neither did I."

"Did you ever think about if it had been you and me paired together instead of you and Carl ?"

"Yes."

"You did ?"

"Yes. Are you coming on to me ?"

"Uh, well yeah, I guess I am. But not without your permission, of course."

Summer laughed."What about Bree ?"

"Hey, aspect,"he said."Bree is a wench. And if I lived in New House of York, or she lived here…"

"OK, I get it."

"So what did you retrieve ? If it had been you and me ?"

"You were the low gear choice for both of us. And when I heard you guys in her bedroom I knew we were both right. What about you ?"

"You and Bree were a tossup for me. I think you both are smoking hot."

Bobby moved a small closer to her on the couch.

"May I kiss you ?"he asked.

"Yes,"she said without hesitation.

Bobby put his mouth to Summer's and her lips parted, allowing his glossa to enter her backtalk. Her brim were flaccid and absorbed his, and it felt like all four meshed into one. Their tongues did a sexy samba and he put his arms around her and held her close. He probed her mouthpiece and it felt large to him and he thought to himself that she probably knew how to use it. Her tongue was active too, exploring and tasting him. When they finally parted they both smiled.

"That was nice,"summertime said.

"Yes it was,"Bobby agreed.

He kissed her again, just as deeply and almost as long.

"I'm not going to bed with you,"she said when they parted.

Bobby sat back, somewhat surprised."You mean not tonight ? Or not ever ?"

She smiled and shook her head."Let's start with tonight,"she said."It's been a recollective weekend and I have to go into workplace early tomorrow morning."

"I can take a hint,"Bobby said, and drank down the relaxation of his tea.

"spring me a couple of mean solar day,"she said.

They shared another prospicient, hot kiss at the straw man door as he was leaving. As Bobby got into his car he was feeling convinced again. He thought : There is no way she could osculate me like that if she was kissing me off.

-- --

That evening Bree called Summer to let her jazz that she'd had a bland ride and had made it back safely.

"Your boyfriend came on to me,"summertime told her.

"That was fast,"Bree said."And he's not my boyfriend. It's knockout to have a boyfriend who is 300 naut mi away. So did you go for it ?"

"Of row not !"Summer said."I sent him on his way with his tail between his legs."

"Why not ? You think he's hot, and he thinks you're hot."

"Well, I have to solve early in the morning."

"Oh come on, Mom, that's the lamest cliché in the book."

"I wanted to verbalise to you first. To wee sure you were okay with it."

"Sure, I'm okay with it. Go for it, you won't be sorry. He's fun in the sack."

"He's a good kisser."

"Oh, so you kissed him at least. That's undecomposed. That's a start. What next ?"

"I'm pretty sure he'll be giving me a call."

-- --

Bobby phoned her on Tues Night. They chatted for a few minutes before he got around to the purpose of the call.

"I've been thinking about kissing you for two 24-hour interval,"he said."I'd like to do some to a greater extent of that."

"Okay."

"Would you like to experience dinner with me Saturday night ?"

"Yes, that would be nice."

"How about if I pick you up around six ?"

"Six is fine. But why don't we just eat in ? No drive, we can just make relaxed. I can fix us some boozing and we can order takeout."

They agreed that it was a good program. Bobby would be at her planetary house at six and would blame up their dinner on the way. Pizza and salad.

-- --

Bobby showed up on clock time. He knew right away that it was going to be a good night. He was barely inside the door when, with a xvi column inch pizza pie box and two salads in his paw, summer planted a quick, John R. Major buss on his lips, and slid her teasing tongue in and out from between them quickly.

They went into the kitchen and Bobby put the food on the tabular array. He noticed immediately that Summer had prepared some drinkable. There was a bottle of wine and a bottleful of rum and some beer and Aspinwall on the counter. She poured wine-coloured, he grabbed a beer.

Summer was dressed casually, but hot as hell. She was barefoot and wore a slinky cold shoulder Andrew Dickson White top, no bra, and report thin, plaid Capri pants showing a touch of cameltoe and her intone calves. Bobby was about to cream off his jeans.

"Let's go into the living room,"Summer said.

They did, and Summer had set it up nicely. There was a pseud log electrocution in the fireplace and respective sweet candles lighted in the elbow room, the ambiance evident. They sat on the sofa together and they both knew why they were there. They made idle chatter for a couple minute. Then Bobby looked around and took it all in : the lighting, the firing, the candela, the mood.

"This is so cool off,"he said."It's almost like camping out."

"I'm sorry, I don't have any sleeping bags,"she said.

"That's okay,"he said."I don't think we'll be doing much sleeping."

Summer's lips twisted into a playful grinning."I believe you. I heard you and Bree in her room the other night."

Bobby smiled sheepishly and took a draught of beer."Sorry about that. But tonight we don't have to occupy about anybody hearing us, do we ?"

"No, I guess not,"she said. She took a sip of wine and put the ice on the table.

Bobby slid over close to her. With their consistence touching he put one arm around her back and the other on her hip and kissed her. Her lips parted and her torso immediately relaxed into his, and pulling him conclusion she kissed him, first with docile tonguing but soon with a sucking, savage force. They were making out in no time.

Bobby's hand climbed from her hip to her titty, and Summer's hand found his inner thigh. He thumbed her house nipple while he palmed her soft tit through the framework. She sighed from his jot, and her hand groped for his burgeoning hammer. He moved his backtalk to her neck and smelling her sweet, insidious scent he sucked a wad of her cutis into his mouth. She wrapped her finger around his putz through his dungaree and felt its inclemency. He kissed her chest above her tits and pulled the white textile aside and put his mouth around her nipple.

"Oh, yes,"she cooed."That's good. I love that."

He sucked her nipple and she moaned. She rubbed his cock and he groaned. Bobby pushed his dick into her hired man, his jetty telling her yes, read it. With one helping hand she unzipped him and slipped her retentive fingers inside his pants and ran her fingertips along the distance of it. Bobby's hand was now in her crotch ; her legs closed tightly around it and he could feel the heat of her pussy. Summer yanked on his belt and loosened it, then managed to unsnap his denim. Her hand dove down and surrounded his balls.

summer's top came off and Bobby's mouth moved to her other nipple. He sucked her and she liked it. He started moving south, his lip grazing her smooth, level belly, taut from her workouts, but she stopped him and pulled his head back up.

"Not yet,"she said."hold doing what you're doing."Then she shoved her nipple back into his mouth.

Summer loved having her titties sucked. For her it was the preliminary to everything and made everything better. Even though Bobby's cock was now severe and long in her hand, and she would get to that, she wanted to milk his tit sucking for as long as possible. She knew it would turn her into sexual jelly. Bobby plastered his brim around her left teat and suckled like a starved child.

"Oh God, yes,"Summer blurted.

Bobby rubbed her twat and Summer tried to fuck his hand. With his mouth doing a Herbert Hoover on her nipple and her right bridge player in his pilus, she reached down with her left to where his hand was already grueling at work. Her pant had a train tie and a three-inch zipper and were already muffle. With a smooth one-two she untied and unzipped, giving Bobby's paw total entree. Then she took his hired hand and fed four fingers into her and started vigorously fucking them. She kept her mitt over his to produce sure as shooting he dug deep.

They were, half-on/half-off the sofa, his mouth plastered to her tit, her fingers digging into his scalp, his fingers digging into her swampy catch, her handwriting on his, assisting him, her groin pressed onto him, attached like barnacles to a buoy bucking up and down on the waves in a windy chop.

"Put your unit hand in,"she gasped. She grabbed his thumb and pulled his finger out and squeezed them together."brand a fist."He did."Yes, that's it. Fuck me like that."

Bobby hesitated but Summer pushed his clenched fist into her. She was wet as a river so he met no ohmic resistance. Her puss was big and obviously she liked it this way. She grabbed his arm and fed more than into her until he was wrist-deep.

Bobby had never fisted a woman before, the idea had never even crossed his thinker. But summertime kept directing traffic, and with her hand on his forearm she kept driving it into her. He sucked her tits without constraint, alternating left and right, not playing favorites, wanting to please her like no man ever had. His cock was an atomic number 26 rail, and soon her handwriting returned to transfix its girth, but he knew his satisfaction could wait.

Summer crammed tit into his backtalk and humped his hand, and Bobby sucked with maximum pucker. Bobby's fist swung inside her like a clumsy, punch-drunk packer throwing work-shy punches in deep H2O, but she keened in high-strung pleasure with each plunge. The ramification of the sofa squeaked with their movements.

"This is good,"she hissed into his ear.

Bobby bit playfully into her knocker, eliciting another felicitous, wheezing gripe. His saliva slickened her skin and ran down his chin. Sweat brewed on his eyebrow as he chomped away.

"Oh God,"she barked, and gripped his arm tightly and started fucking his fist even harder.

She came like a dike broke. Her torso shook and Bobby felt the heated kick surround his manus. Her ass was on the edge of the lounge and when her cum oozed out it dripped down her thigh and onto the carpet.

Bobby switched from sucking bites to sweet kisses as she released. Gradually her trembles eased into aristocratical spasms until finally her fussy crotch rested. Then she pulled his arm and he watched her vagina widen as his hand reemerged.

His clenched fist looked like a drowned fetus. He opened and closed his hired man respective times and flexed his finger. He rubbed the gook into summer's leg. He looked up at her typeface and she wore a broad smile.

"God, that was good,"she said."I can't remember the finish time I came like that ! God, I needed it."

She pulled his head up to hers and they kissed. She stroked his cock as they took their time.

"This big fellow has been patient,"she said, squeezing his stopcock."It's sentence to take attention of him."

She pushed him back on the sofa and spun herself around to face him. She took off his shoes and pulled his pants the eternal sleep of the way off, folded them and put them aside. She spread his wooden leg apart and knelt on the floor between them.

"Ugh,"she groaned, as her knee settled into a puddle on the rug.

"What ?"Bobby asked.

"There's cum all over the rug,"she said, as she gently jerked him."I'll clean it up later. But we don't have to interest about yours ; it will be in my mouth. Then she sucked his temper cock in between her lips.

She had one deal on his balls and the former on his ass. Then with a little maneuvering of lips and mouth she soon had all eight inches of his dying cock embedded into her head. She was rusty, she knew, and he was form of large, but she wanted to do her best to make it serious for him, the way he had for her. She hoped she wouldn't gag.

No worries. Bobby came in about 30 moment. He'd been holding it back the whole time he was tit-sucking and fist-fucking. With a strangle roar his cum roiled and exploded up through him like a busted pipe. summertime pinched his ass buttock as if to squeeze out every drop curtain. She kept her mouth mashed around his vibrating dick until the simmering ends of his throes. Cum escaped from the corners of her mouth when she smiled up at him.

-- --

They had their arms around each other on the sofa, and shared intermittent kisses, their bodies naked and spent, temporarily at least. They didn't talk ; they basked in the wake of their sex, recovering. Bobby was well-chosen that Summer wasn't a woman who talked too much, he wasn't in the mood for yakking. He was biding metre, still kittenish. He wanted to fuck her.

After a while he initiated another osculation and while their tongues flirted he eased her onto her back on the lounge. He spread her legs and got on his knees between them. He grabbed her hips and yanked her trunk to him, and she yelped as he scooted her ass up onto his chest. Her legs were now over his shoulder joint, her crotch in his face. He supported the cheek of her ass with his palms and pulled her gem to his lips. He kissed her thighs and licked the sassing of her slit, which was outdoors to him. She seemed shy at first, but reached uphill for him, and her fingertips found the hair on his wobbling head.

His tongue painted the soft, wet surface of her lips for various min before he plunged his tongue into her pussy. summer oohed and scrunched up but it still felt sluttish to Bobby. So he sucked onto her swollen clit. That got her attention.

She locked her legs around his headland and pushed her midsection into his face. He felt the cushioned resolution of her magic bean in his mouth and took it trench, wanting to soak up another orgasm out of her before he mounted her, entered her and gave her a good pounding and another stroke of his liquid love. She squeaked when he slipped his heart finger's breadth into her asshole. With the enhanced suitcase he was capable to affect her ass around and even closer, and her twat was flush smack against his look. With each suck and each grind of her seawall her set member filled more of his backtalk and his finger filled Sir Thomas More of her asshole.

"Oh, shit…"Summer said breathlessly, and punctuated each driving force with ‘ ugh…ugh…ugh…'

For a short clip longer they rocked together, Bobby swallowing spit in between sucking on her tool, and summertime's secretions oozing, her pussy now an overflowing swampland getting ready for the newsbreak torrent. Then the dam broke.

As soon as he felt its lovingness Bobby dislodged his mouth from her clit and lowered her ass onto the sofa so she could make out downhill. Summer groaned loudly and her body shook as she discharged.

Bobby didn't wait for her to finish. His cock was like a bad cop's nightstick : long, toilsome and cook to quetch ass. Summer was still tremoring when he slipped his peter into her smashed slot and started pumping. His finger was still lodged in her ass.

"Yes, fuck me !"she blurted.

She put her munition around his neck and squeezed him tight and pulled him close and kissed him, jamming her spit into his mouth where her well up button had just been.

Attached by their locked lips, his crank in her shaft and his digit up her ass, they started rocking the firm. Bobby pounded her like he was trying to pick apart her into the basement and as he did she grunted with each push and pinched her fingers into his neck. He wondered if the lounge wouldn't have to let the bolts on its legs tightened after this. Summer's legs were soon clutched around his, constricting, and her bitch was sucking his pulsating cock as it drilled her. bit after sweaty minute she offered every straightforward column inch of her bitch to him as he fucked her.

They both grunted with each stab of their genitals and fucked like they both needed it. Bobby became distracted for a present moment and Summer must bear noticed because she squinched him pixilated and rammed her cunt into him even harder. His judgement had wandered when he briefly thought of Bree.

But he got right back at it pretty quick, and started banging like a cherry red bomb on New year's Eve. Summer could sense it too, and she figured since she'd already dumped her cum on the cushion and the carpet, what the hell, she was going for triples.

She felt him tense up so she knew he was ready to blow. She made one concluding power suction of his tongue into her pharynx and squeezed his buttocks as hard as she could. She grinded her asshole hard and deep onto his finger. Bobby answered by wiggling it and trying to pry a mo finger in.

"You're gon na come, aren't you ?"she asked hoarsely.

"Yes,"he said.

"Give it to me !"

Within seconds he did. With a raucous moan his cum rose. It did a dumb suntan as it spurted up and out. He pushed his cock into her as deep as he could and did the same with his finger up her ass. She was stroking her clit and swinging her groyne hoping to come with him.

She didn't young woman by much. Bobby was on his fourth or fifth part small fry, easing down, his eubstance like sticky gelatin atop her, when summertime came again. Her body quivered beneath his weight.

"Three times,"she said, out of breath."I can't believe it."

-- --

Bobby got dressed while summer reheated the pizza. It was ten-thirty by this time. They ate quickly and then Summer did her best to strip up the cum puddle on the carpet and sofa. She didn't ask him to pass the dark but she gave him a pit of a good-night osculation at the threshold. Bobby figured she liked fucking him but wasn't quite make to come alive up with him in the morning.

They got into the subroutine of hooking up every other Thursday evening ; these were the days Bobby was in the sphere with his workplace. He'd go to Summer's house after study around five-thirty, they'd have a drink or two, some dinner party and then originate making out and go to the bedroom and fuck. And they'd ass and suck as many different shipway as they could until around ten o'clock. Then they'd kiss ripe night and Bobby would ride home, and they would both fire up up in their own beds and be ready for work in the morning.

This went on for several month. Every two weeks they'd have dinner party, drinks and each other. No engagement, no dinners out, no going to the picture show. Just eat, drunkenness and go to bed. Bobby could see that summertime was trying to keep it casual and not get too attached. He was just a maintenance shtup for her, he knew that. But he was okay with it because he knew from the start that there was probably no realistic future tense for them anyway, and the sex was great. Plus he was keeping in touch with Bree, at to the lowest degree trying to.

Then one Thursday dark, right after a rip-roaring soixante-neuf where they both came simultaneously into one another's fount, summer surprised him with a question.

"Are you busy Saturday ?"she asked.

"Uh, well, no, I'm not busy. Why ?"he said.

"Would you like to go to a company with me ?"

"A party ? What party ?"

"It's work-related. I'll understand if you don't want to go."

"What do you mean ? Why wouldn't I want to go ?"

"Oh, I don't know, it's all the people I work with. There will be a lot of shop talk of the town, about eyeballs and veterans and affected role and all that. It may not be a lot of fun for you. But I don't want to go alone."

"Don't want any tinny Dr. hitting on you, huh ?"

"Something like that. I know person else I could ask if you're uncomfortable."

"No, I'll go, I'm always ready for new experiences,"he said.

"Good. It's an indoor cookout."

"A what ?"

summertime laughed."An indoor cookout. My knob, Richard, has it every year right before he takes vacation. He grills remote but the party's inside, flock of food for thought and beer and wine. It starts around four o'clock and we'll be home by eight or nine. Dress is very casual."

"Can I induce fun ?"he asked, pinching her ass.

"Sure. I just hope you're not bored stiff."

"I'll be with the prettiest womanhood in the room, how could I be bored stiff ?"She grabbed onto her hand and placed it over his cock."This is what will be stiff."

summertime laughed and said,"But I have a party favour to ask. When we're there, stay with me."

"Sure."

"But I don't want you to register me too lots warmness in forepart of my co-workers."

"Okay."

"But I want them all to know you're fucking me."

-- --

They got to the political party at a few minute of arc after four on Saturday and it seemed like almost everyone was already there. It was a mix of eld and Bobby was surprised to see that many were around his own age. The youth doctors and their significant others he supposed. They got a beer and wine and summer made introductions.

summertime was flop about the oeuvre talk. After a while the doctors and techs, maybe seven or eight altogether had congregated on one side with Richard holding Margaret Court, and the remainder of the guests were scattered in small grouping. Bobby diligently stood by, not saying practically once the technical foul talk started, and fetched drunkenness, which were going down easy for both of them.

As Bobby listened he became more and more instill with Summer as he heard her speak. Her knowledge was incredible. It was unacceptable to say who was the tech and who was the doc. She held her own with the stuck-up doctors and didn't hesitate to hold her land and disagree with them on a few juncture. And whenever they turned to Richard to nail down it, summer was always right, her obvious noesis on full display.

Dinner was an motley of burger and dogs and poulet and a smorgasbord of salads. And more beer, vino and shop talk of course. Bobby ended up having a pretty in effect time : free food, free beer and he was very proud of Summer. And he told her so on the driving back to her house.

"hoot, Summer, that was impressive. You really be intimate your dogshit !"

"What ?"she asked.

"I was proud of you back there. You know a lot more than those hoity-toity MD. Over and over you were right and they didn't know what the nether region they were talking about. I could tell Richard was impressed too."

"Really ?"

"Oh yeah, bigtime. You should be a doctor."

"Yeah, right."

"I'm serious ! You should look into it. You've had college and years of experience. There must be some pull ahead placement test you can take…"

"God, that could claim years."

"So what, the metre will lead anyway, right ? And you already know more than about of those bozos you're working with, you'll probably duck soup right through ! And another thing…"

"What's that ?"

"hearing to all that medicinal technical foul ophthalmic doc public lecture has got me horny as hell !"He put his hand between her legs.

She removed his hand from her crotch."John L. H. Down Boy, wait boulder clay we get home. proceed your oculus on the road."

"I can't wait. I've never gone to bed with a doctor before !"

-- --

That Night they had the wildest sex ever. Bobby was on a roll. He was aggressive and talked dirty and they fucked the shit out of each former. He peppered his monologue with ‘ MD this'and ‘ Doctor that'in between his buss and licks and suction and piece of tail. He told summertime he never knew a Dr. could be such a good fuck and how he never knew doctor pussy could taste so serious. He rimmed her butthole and told her how much he liked her medico ass. And doctors give undecomposed head too, he said.

In between her suspiration and moan of pleasure summer told him numerous meter to knock off the doctor talk.

"Sure, Doc,"he said.

Bobby ended up spending the night and waking up with Summer for the first and only time. In the morning he woke up with a long, hard erection.

"Good aurora, Doctor,"he said. summer's face curled into mock annoying."I need a medico's care."

"Oh you do, do ya ? How so ?"

"My penis, Doc, it needs attention."He uncovered it for her.

"fountainhead, maybe we should lead you to the emergency elbow room,"she said playfully.

"No, I think it needs prompt attention !"

"But I'm an eye medico,"she said."Not a urologist."

"Yes, but this is my one-eyed giant,"he said, stroking it.

summer laughed out loud. Then she scooted down and gave him an eye doctor blowjob.

-- --

After a morning romp in the hay they showered and were having coffee in the kitchen when Summer's speech sound rang. Bobby sipped his umber and listened to one slope of the conversation.

"Hi Mom…..okay, how are you ? ... .oh, it was okay. Same as it is every year…..Oh, really ? ... .Well, what happened to that jack of all trades who repaired the siding ? ... we'll find you somebody….I don't wish you up on any ladders ! ... .okay….Love ya…Bye."

"My mother,"Summer said when she ended the call.

"How's she doing ?"Bobby asked.

"Oh, she's fine. Worrying about getting her trough cleaned on her house. I don't want her up on run. She was in a family relationship with a nice man for years and he used to take on charge of that sort of stuff, but he died about a class ago. And the guy she had hired for some work before wasn't too reliable."

"Is it a big house ?"

"No, not really. Three bed, two tub. But it's a split level so on half the mansion the gutters are two stories high instead of one."

"Energy Department she have an annex ladder ?"

"I think she does. Why ?"

"If she can get the ladder I'll clean her trough for her."

"You will ?"

"Sure. Can she wait until next weekend ?"

"Yes. That's very nice of you. She'll pay you of course."

"I don't want any money. I'll do it as a favor to my sexy eye doctor."

"You're too much,"Summer said. Then she called her female parent back and set it up for the following Sat. Ella was appreciative but didn't ask how it was that Summer had been in middleman so quickly with the young man her granddaughter Bree had brought to brunch.

-- --

Bobby wasn't looking forward to getting up early on a Saturday to go clean foul, smelly rain toilet. He had surprised himself by volunteering. But he would do it, a decent motion for a nice woman, the female parent of his honest-to-goodness devotee and young dearie ‘ doctor ’.

He woke up early Sabbatum and dressed in his forged dress : Ratty jeans, sweatshirt, Patrick Victor Martindale White windsock and an old twain of snitcher, ready for dirty work. He wanted to get an early start because the forecast called for rain by the good afternoon. On the way he stopped by a storehouse and bought some punishing tripe pocketbook and rubber gloves.

He pulled into Ella's driveway at quarter-till-nine. He looked at the household and it was bigger than he'd hoped for. Tall trees surrounded it and needed to be cut back so there was no doubt in his mind the sewer would be nasty. He figured he had at to the lowest degree a half day of work.

Ella had been watching for him and came out to greet him. Bobby couldn't believe how good she looked. He watched her stride toward his car, her late-fifties soundbox looking slender and trimness and much younger in broken-in Levi's and a unleash ovalbumin blouse. Her blonde-gray hair was in a braided ponytail that hung down her back.

They greeted and said their howdy. Ella thanked him and started in about what she would pay him but Bobby told her to forget it. They agreed on a free lunch. Then Ella showed him the garage where a big extension ladder was leaning against the wall.

"I borrowed this from a neighbor,"Ella said."My daughter doesn't want me up on run anymore."

"Good theme,"Bobby said."I'll take upkeep of it."She thanked him, and their centre lingered a bit. She turned and went back into the household. He stared at her fundament. He thought it was a pretty decent butt. Then he went to work.

He lugged the ladder outside. He started with the in high spirits gutters naturally. He set up the run, put on his baseball mitt and grabbed a manus trowel and a crank bag and climbed up. The gutter were filled with rancid stinky putrid leaves and snails and muck and poop. He grabbed the motherfucker, raked the shucks, and scooped the tinker's damn into bags. He went up and down the ladder numerous clip. He moved the ladder around, dragged the base up and down and pulled the lengthy garden hose up top to even out weewee through the gutters to clean them out. He went around the whole house cleaning out the toilet and filling bagful with stinky slime.

After a few 60 minutes a tempest was brewing. The rain started, and within a min it was a downpour and Bobby was soaked. He was just about done when the 1st bolt of lightning struck, and not too far away. He receded down the ravel as fast as he could. His slimy brake shoe slid off of the rain-slickened second-to-last step and he fell. Ass-backwards into a puddle of mud.

He'd been stunk up with pieces of shitty cap toilet Casimir Funk all break of the day long, all over his clothes, his boldness, in his hair. But now he was covered with mud too. He pulled down the ladder and moved it back where he'd found it. He put the scum base of muck by the side of the garage under the eave. By then he looked like a dirty drenched river rat. He went into the service department and knocked on the kitchen door.

"Come on in,"Ella called.

Bobby opened the room access and said,"I'd better not. I fell in the mud."

"Oh my goodness !"she said,"You poor thing. wait one present moment, I'll be right back."She returned in thirty irregular and handed him a towel and a robe."Get disinvest and put this on. Then I'll throw your clothes in the washer.

He happily did as he was told. He stripped down to nothing, toweled off and wrapped the robe around his physical structure. He carried his saturated clothes into the kitchen. Ella was in the adjacent laundry room getting the washing simple machine ready.

"Do you think I could get a exhibitioner ?"he asked.

"Of course, love,"she said, and showed him to the bathroom."And I'll fix us some lunch."

Bobby ran the weewee hot and scrubbed himself top to bottom with ivory soap. He shampooed his hair until it squeaked. He didn't have a coxcomb so his hair stayed a wet, tangled pile. He put the robe on and tied it around him. It was a few size too small-scale for him. He went back to the kitchen self-conscious about how only a sparse layer of terry cloth was all that covered his naked body and freshly-washed penis.

Ella was putting the final jot on lunch : Anguilla sucklandii salad on goner, soup, potato chip and lemonade.

"feeling better ?"she asked as she put the home base on the table.

"Much better, thanks,"he said, and they sat down to eat.

Bobby was ravenous so he ate and drank with gusto. Ella soon refilled his glassful with lemonade and his pipe bowl with soup. They talked as they ate and the storm raged outside. Ella asked about Bree, was Bobby in touch sensation ? He said they were for a while but not lately ; he liked her a lot but retentive space relationship really don't work. He recapped how they had met that Friday night at the Vous and had all hit it off the right way away.

They cleared the table and put the dishes in the dish washer. They stood at the sink and stared out the window and learn stream of rainwater menstruum across the shabu panelling. The storm had increased in loudness with hard pelting, stiff wind and skag.

"Wow, look at that,"Ella said."It's really coming down. It doesn't feeling like it's going to be letting up anytime soon, either."

"Right,"Bobby said."Good day to be inside."

Ella turned to him and asked,"Want a Bloody Blessed Virgin ?"

"A Bloody Mary ?"

"Yes. You like Bloody Marys, don't you ?"

"You remembered,"he said."From brunch."

"Yes. Would you like one ?"

"Sure, if you're having one. You have the mix and everything ?"

"Close enough,"she said.

Ella opened the refrigerator and took out an unopened 46-ounce bottleful of Spicy V-8 succus and a jar of horse radish. She poured out some of the juice into a glass and scooped horseradish into the feeding bottle. She reached down under the swallow hole and pulled out a fifth of vodka and poured it into the juice bottle until it was filled. Then she added salt and white pepper and hot sauce. She tightened the cap and shook the bottle up and down and around as intemperately as she could.

She showed Bobby where the glassware was and Bobby filled two tumbler with ice. Ella poured the ruby concoction into the glasses.

"There,"she said,"That should do it. And plenty more than where that came from. Let's go into the animation room, shall we ?"

Ella touched Bobby's hand as she said that and he was surprised by the electric charge it gave him. Maybe it was the element of surprise, maybe it was the occasional lightning outside, but he felt it and goosebumps grew on the flesh of his arm. He again became more self-aware of his nakedness underneath the robe. So did his dick.

They took their seats on the sofa. As he sat Bobby had to turn over down to his crotch to slightly reposition his newly-awakened penis. He hoped that Ella hadn't noticed, but he also knew she was a person who didn't miss much. They sipped their beverage and began talking.

outset, they talked about Ella's home. Bobby told her how nice it was, and commented about how big her tree were in the yard and how they were almost touching the cap and should be trimmed back before too long. He also mentioned that the wood privacy fence enclosing the indorse 1000 had a identification number of split or missing slats, but that would be an easy fix and he'd be glad to postulate care of it for her.

Ella opened up about her ally, the man summer had mentioned to him. His name was Al and they were close companion for years. He used to acquire concern of all the remote job but he died the year before of a eye attack. She felt lost sometimes ; stuck in neutral when it came to the grounds.

After about half an hour of tittle-tattle Ella touched his bridge player again, sending another ice up his forearm and down to his groin.

"Make us a couple more drinks,"she said,"while I go and throw your clothes in the dryer."

Bobby was finishing up the drinks when she returned. Just as he was handing one to her a deafening deadbolt of lightning struck a transformer somewhere nearby and they felt an electric sizzle in the air as the mightiness in the house flickered and faltered and then went off altogether.

"great power's out,"Ella said."This is an old neighborhood so it will probably be out for a while."She started rummaging through the pantry for matches.

"At least we have lot of these,"Bobby said, holding up his drink.

"Thank God for the little things."She handed the matches to him and added,"Here, light the candles in the keep way. I'll be right back. I'm going to extract your clothes out of the dryer and put them on hangers to dry. I don't know how long the top executive will be out."

Bobby took a healthy draught of his deglutition and then topped off his Methedrine. He lighted the candles in the living elbow room. The afternoon was dark and stormy outside and the flickering flaming gave the room a cozy, more intimate feel.

Ella returned in a distich minutes and sat down on the couch next to him. She took a sip of her drink and smacked her lips.

"Well, honey, it looks like you're going to be here for a while. This storm isn't letting up anytime soon and your clothes won't be dry for a while either. At least they're clean."

"Yes, thank you. They were a mess."

"But I have to say, you look precious in my robe,"Ella said with a sparkling in her eye.

Bobby blushed and took a sip."I have to tell you,"he said."That's the most creative way a fair sex has ever gotten me out of my clothes."

"I could say that it was pretty creative the way you happened to go down in the mud."

"No, just clumsy, and I was already soaked,"he said."Besides, I'm not that clever."

They looked at each former in the flabby, wavering light and both had subtle, amused grin on their faces. Bobby realized that in the last thirty or forty seconds their interaction had suddenly made a hulk leap and crossed some sort of origin. He didn't know what descent it was but he could palpate it, a new level of intimacy had been reached. He looked her over again and liked what he saw. Her white top did not appear to be as release as it was before. Her jeans held snug to her slenderize legs and showed wear on her knees, butt and crotch. She had gotten rid of her horseshoe. He was seated inches away from her and was wearing her robe and nothing else. He felt a hustle down below. He thought of Bree and her scissor-fucking and her limber wooden leg practically wrapped around her own chief, and drilling her juicy, subject cunt. Then of summer, fisting her, and their bi-weekly care screwing. But here he was now, practically defenseless and seated adjacent to Ella, and he couldn't believe the thoughts he was having. He was imagining all the affair he wanted to do with her.

"Oh, I think you're pretty clever. And such a handy man, too. Thank you again for cleaning those gutter. It is such a dirty job and it's such a filthy day."

"You're welcome. And it's not so bad inside, with a nice lunch, upright deglutition and good troupe. And I'll come next Sat and mend your fence. That will be an soft job. There're only a handful of slats that need to be replaced ; the others just need some smart nails."

"That's very nice but I insist on paying you."

"The material will be cheap and it's an easy job. But I don't want any money. I'll look at it out in trade."

"Oh, you will ?"Ella laughed."How will you do that ?"

"Uh, another exempt luncheon. Thomas More Bloody Marys. More zippy conversation."

"That doesn't seem like a great deal compensation for all the study you're doing."

"Well, that's my price. Unless we can cogitate of something else,"he said. Ella's eyes were astray and unblinking and locked into his.

Bobby gulped down the rest of his drink and was ready for another. They were going down smoothly. He rose from the sofa and asked Ella if she wanted him to top off her drink.

"Are you trying to get me pledge ?"she asked.

"Not really, I thought maybe you were trying to get me drunk. But it's a just day for it, don't ya think ?"

"Sure,"she said, and handed him her glass.

Bobby went into the kitchen and put the glasses on the countertop. Rain pounded on the windowpane above the sump. He dug ice cubes out from the freezer and tonged them into the glasses. He shook the V-8 feeding bottle vigorously and was pouring the red mix into the glasses when Ella came to the tabulator and stood next to him. She reached down and picked up her glass, took a healthy swig and put it back down. She turned to him.

"You were right. It's a serious day to be inside,"she said right after another thunder baby boomer shook the star sign. She put her hired man on his forearm and pulled gently. He pivoted to face up her and they looked at each other in the dim light.

"Do you know what I'm thinking ?"she asked quietly.

"No, say me,"he replied.

"I'd rather appearance you. I only hope it's not the wrong affair and I end up regretting it."

She pulled his arm closer to her as she moved closer to him. She leaned her aspect to his and kissed him on the lips. Any angst she'd had about it was erased immediately. Bobby's lips parted and his lingua instantly searched for hers. Her other hand was soon on his hip and his arms were halfway around her cover. Their glossa did soft whirls and twirl, each exploring a steel new mouth, and their first candy kiss lingered on. Her fingers dug into his pelt through the thinly cloth of her gown and his hands explored her lower back. His penis grew between his legs.

"I hope I wasn't too forward,"she said when the kiss ended. They still held each other.

"If you hadn't kissed me, I would throw kissed you,"Bobby said."I just hadn't yet figured out how."

Ella shook her mind and smiled."How old are you ?"she asked.

"Almost twenty-six."

"Almost 26, huh ? Well, I'm almost fifty-eight. If I was twenty or 30 years younger…"

"You kiss like you're twenty-eight."

"Oh, really ? And what does that imply ?"

"It means we should kiss whomever we want ; lviii, twenty-eight, XXVI, whatever."He pulled her a little nearer and put his hand on her impertinence."Besides, you look a lot younger than that. It's obvious where Bree's and summer's foxy lady genes came from."

He pulled her head to his and kissed her. Their lips spread apart in unison and their mouths were open for byplay. He pulled her tightly against him with one hand in the little of her back and the other on her ass. Bobby's cock was hard and Ella felt it pressing against her. It had been quite a while for her and her mind was a whirlwind of confusion wondering what the pit she was doing and imagining what it would feel like inside her. She found herself pushing her trunk against it, absorbing its forwardness. Her pussy was suddenly anxious and wet. ‘ God what are we doing ?'she thought.

Without missing a measure and with their lips still locked and their clapper doing a aphrodisiac dance, Ella's fingers found the string on her robe and she pulled on it. The robe loosened, then opened, and she found his engorged cock with her deal. She gripped her finger's breadth around its girth and stroked him and they kissed even harder.

"Let's go into the sleeping accommodation,"Ella said, half out-of-breath. Bobby nodded. She held his hammer like an eight-inch hold and led him to her bedroom. They embraced in the dim ignitor, their candy kiss punctuated by flashes of lightning and claps of roar outside the chamber windows. Ella pushed the robe over his shoulders and let it settle to the hardwood floor. Bobby unbuttoned her blouse and she took it off and tossed it on a chair.

He unhooked her lacy bra and admired her upper body : it was reduce and her skin was tight but for a couple exquisitely wrinkle on her flat stomach. Her shoulders and arms were toned, not too skinny, and her breasts were small-to-medium size with minimal sag. There was a blue tattoo of a peace sign just above her right chest. summer had been right : her mom was a hippie hangover. A very sexy flower child holdover.

With his arms around her he pushed her onto the bed. They kissed passionately for several hour as their hands roamed over fresh flesh. But soon Bobby's sass had moved to other places. He kissed her cervix and licked her ears and sucked the peace sign into his mouth. When he nibbled on her right teat Ella let out a squeaking moan of pleasure.

As he tit-sucked her, playing no darling between the two, he started working on her denim. She helped him as skilful she could and soon she had squirmed out of them virtually of the way. With her jean and panties now at her ankles, Bobby moved down to the foot of the bed and pulled them off the rest of the way. He spread her legs and knelt between them. He took his first spirit at her pussy. It was hairy, but neatly trimmed, and wet.

"I can't believe we're doing this,"she said.

"I want to please you,"he said.

"You already have."

Bobby kissed both of her thigh, back and Forth River, inching toward her glinty slice. She was hissing and squirming with anticipation, and when he finally buried his case into her she squealed with delight.

"Oh my God,"she stammered.

He licked her sass and lipped her clit and she squirmed as if her nerve endings were on overload. He gripped the cheeks of her ass tightly to brace her crotch as he drilled his mouth into it. It helped a piffling but still her pussy was a moving target.

"Are you okay ?"he asked.

"Yes. I'm sorry. It's been a while."

"You want me to stop ?"

"God, no !"

Bobby went back to study. He held her ass house and plastered his backtalk to her strut member. He sucked away and squeezed her butt. Slowly he felt her relax and her movement fell in round with his. For several proceedings they worked together like this, her genitalia pushed against his facial expression, him sucking her clit, his tongue tasting her Fucus vesiculosus and his anterior naris breathing in her musky scent.

His hawkshaw was now a brick. His lips were turning to jelly and his jaws ached. He was make to fuck. He gave her one go John R. Major clitoris chomp, eliciting a screech from Ella, before he moved up so her impregnate cunt lips were kissing the brain of his cock. Atop her, he stared into her liquified eyes.

"I still can't believe we're doing this,"she said softly.

"Believe it."

"You're very well-favoured. But I'm thirty years older…"

"I still think you're hot."

"Fuck my brains out,"she whispered.

Bobby slipped his tool into her drenched cesspool and felt her warm wet bulwark around it, welcoming him in. He started slowly, in and out, familiarizing himself with her cunt and her muscularity. He'd pushing his full distance into her and then out, in and out, over and over, as they got their timing down. Gradually he picked up the pace and Ella went with him, they'd go a trivial faster and obligate it for a while, getting in sync and in tune like a Hellenic dyad. Adagio, then andante, then allegretto, then allegro, and finally Presto !, and they were fucking and bucking like Piston on a laugher train.

Their faces were inch apart as they fucked, their wide of the mark, enraptured eyes locked-in. They both grunted with every poking until Bobby kissed her and started stabbing her rima oris with his tongue. His hired man were on her butt cheeks and his fingers inched toward her asshole. He wanted to make love all three of her holes at once.

"Hippie-fucking is salutary ’, Bobby thought to himself, as they pounded away. Free love and peace and all that whoreson. He closed his eyes and slammed her as heavy and fast as he could. Ella screamed and climaxed in a series of ferocious slip shimmy handshaking beneath him as he banged her. He felt her hot juices surround his cock and ooze out onto his balls. His orgasm was not far behind.

His cum rose up like a prison riot, his sperm fighting to get out. It was an enraptured pulse current and he felt a sting in his putz as he came ; his little captive were burning down the theater. He roared as he released. With repeated carnal shake he uploaded his seminal fluid into her until finally he collapsed onto the bed beside her.

"Whew,"he said in a rasp, wiping the fret from his brow.

"Whew is right wing,"Ella said. She turned on her side of meat and nestled up.

They held each other in silence for many min. They listened to their breathing space and felt the pacify heaves of their chests. The tempest outside had let up some and was now just a steady rain tickling the windowpane.

They finally spoke when the ceiling fan started turning above them and a light clicked on in the hall.

"Ah, we have top executive,"Ella said."honorable timing. I'm going to run and put your clothes in the dryer. Don't go away."She kissed him and got up out of bed. Bobby watched her naked hippie ass as she walked out the bedchamber door.

Bobby was sitting up in bed when she returned a few minutes later with her hired hand full. She carried two drinking glass and a small jar.

"Energy drinking,"Ella said, handing him a smart Bloody Mary. She put the jar on the nightstand.

They sat in bed and sipped their boozing. fountainhead, Ella sipped but Bobby gulped. The V-8 gave him a vitamin jolt. He was pretty sure his hobble dick moved. When his drink was two-thirds gone he put the crank on the table on his side of the bed. Ella took another drink from hers and did the same.

"What's in the jar ?"Bobby asked.

"Coconut oil,"she said coyly.

"Oh."

"You know what that's for ?"

"I'm pretty sure it's not for Pina Coladas."

Ella leaned closer and said,"See, I knew you were pretty cagey,"and kissed him.

The kiss quickly escalated and in no clock time their tongue were dancing and their hands were prancing. And Bobby's peter moved all right hand, growing like Pinocchio's nose on a bad day, and Ella couldn't stay fresh her hand off of it. She couldn't go on her mouth off of it either.

She went down on him and stroked his balls with one mitt and took his pecker into her mouth. Ella was a loud SOB but it was turn-on for Bobby as inch-by-inch she took all of it in. Soon he felt her lips kissing her fingertips on his ball as he gently fucked her face.

For various second she sucked him and she felt his scrotum tighten up. She came up for air and lay back down beside him and they kissed. Instinctively Bobby rolled on top and entered her and again felt the wet warm walls of her cunt. She started fucking even before he did.

In a quick minute they were in a fucking backwash chasing after their next sexual climax. They pumped in backbreaking, foresightful strokes, the head of Bobby's dick aiming for the end of Ella's tunnel. They fucked in determined silence, no moans or groan or dirty public lecture, just the squeaker of the bed and the twitch of the ceiling fan overhead.

"I'm close,"Ella said, stopping.

Bobby kept at it but she stopped him and he pulled out. She reached for the coconut meat oil. She opened it in a rush and the lid scooted onto the flooring. She scooped some oil into her handwriting and reached behind her and slipped her greasy fingers into her butthole. Then she sloshed Thomas More oil over Bobby's extended pole.

"There,"she said."Put it in my ass."

"Are you sure ?"

"Positive."She lifted up and shoved a pillow under her butt. She spread her buttock with her fingers and her cocksucker was undefended for him."piece of tail me in the ass."

Bobby put the chief of his dick right up to her open up hole and pushed. Ella took a deep breath and let out a hoarse sigh when he entered her. He pushed his turncock into her.

"Ooh, that feels big,"she said.

"You okay ?"he asked.

"Yes, you ?"

"That's nice and tight,"he said.

"goodness. Now fucking me."She put her finger's breadth on her marshy button and felt herself.

Bobby pushed again, easing it in. It was a nasty but smooth glide and he was surprised at how easily it slid in, how empyrean the pressure felt around his tool, and how quickly he was vigorously driving his cock into the astuteness of her ass.

Ella was into it. She was slapping her clit like a bass twine and pushing her ass into him, matching him pound for thud. Bobby was digging it too, in more than path than one. He drilled her with a passion, willing his semen up for another ride out into the baseless gamy yonder. He knew he wouldn't last long at the pace he was going so after a couplet minutes he slowed his pace.

"Don't blockage !"Ella wheezed."Keep it up."

So he did and within five or six more strokes his river was rising. With a loud moan and a volcanic eighth note his cum surged through his shaft and spurted multiple meter into the deep reaches of Ella's rectum. Even after he'd nip his last drop he kept his tool embedded in her ass as she frantically worked her putz in an travail to cajole her unleashing.

After a bit Bobby pulled his cock out of her asshole with a wet, sucking thwap and scooted down the bed. He put his expression in her crotch and his sassing on her inflated peter. Ella ceded it immediately and put her hands on the back of his brain. She shoved her clit deep into his sass with all her might care she was grinding teeth. Bobby sucked on her clit the same way she had sucked his cock : forcefully. He felt the pressure of her gymnastic groin on his look and inhaled the funky taste and aroma of her sex. He could feel his own cum on his Kuki-Chin as it seeped out of her asshole.

It didn't take much retentive. Ella started shaking like a train that had jumped the track. She groaned and shook and screamed ‘ Oh Fuck !'as she climaxed. Bobby's backtalk stayed latched onto her puffed pudendum until she rested.

"God, I needed that !"Ella said. Then they lay together for some time.

-- --

The day was getting late by the time they dragged their piece of ass out of bed. Bobby took a cascade and his wearing apparel were plum, dry and neatly folded on the stool bum when he got out. He found Ella in the kitchen.

"Thank you, Bobby. And not just for doing the work outside, either. I didn't expect that the day would go the way it did. But I can't say I'm disappointed."

"I'm not either,"he said."It was an unexpected pleasure. And you are a sexual dynamo."

"Oh, please,"she said.

"I was serious about fixing your fencing following calendar week. Even before…"

"Bobby, you don't have to do that."

"I know, but I'd like to. If you don't mind."

"Well, that's very squeamish. But no more falling in the mud. That trick only works once around here."

"okay, I promise. I'll have to opine of something else,"he said with a grinning. He kissed her and took one terminal taste perception of her and their tongues said a easy goodbye.

-- --

The future few days were just like any other week and Bobby was looking forward to going back to Ella's. The fence job would be well-to-do, maybe an 60 minutes and a half of work, and he'd get a lunch and maybe get lay again.

He picked up the fencing cloth and nails on Fri. Sat was a sack, cheery day so there would be no chance of falling in the mud and getting trapped inside by a tempest. He showed up at about nine a.m. and went to work. He'd only been there for a few minutes before Ella noticed. A window opened and she called to him. She asked him to come inside for a minute.

He went in the back door and Ella was standing in the entryway to the living room. She was barefoot and was wearing the like robe he had worn the Saturday before. Her whisker was up on top of her head.

"There's been a little modification of plan,"Ella said."I won't be able to have you for lunch."

"Oh, that's O.K.,"Bobby said, trying not to vocalize disappointed.

"I'm sorry, but summer's coming over a little later. She's taking me to lunch."

"No problem, I understand."

"It's my birthday. She always takes me to tiffin for my birthday. It just didn't dawning on me last week."

"Happy natal day,"Bobby said."I wish I'd known. I would have brought you a gift."

"You did,"she said.

She took a whole step closer. She reached between his legs and took his hammer in her hired hand. She kissed him, and her tongue did a momentary slither in his mouth.

"And since I can't have you for lunch,"she added, unbuckling his knock."I want to make you for breakfast. And we don't have a lot of time."

She pulled him a yoke steps to the sofa. She sat and pulled down his pants. His cock was already at full attention. She kissed it and licked his balls. She took it into her mouth.

The solid shebang was over in to a lesser extent than 30 minutes. She sucked him to completion and a week's worth of his stored-up cum erupted into her mouthpiece. Then her gown opened and Bobby twirled her onto the sofa and buried his facial expression into her twat for a few minutes until she came. Then he mounted her and started fucking her. He'd been going at it for a couple bit before he noticed the jar of coconut tree oil on the coffee table. He reached over and grabbed it and held it up.

"Yes,"Ella said."I'm set up already."She was already fingering herself.

He turned her over. Her butt was slick, the remainder of lubing herself. He oiled his cock and fucked her ass until he came. He withdrew his putz from her ass and inserted in into her drippy pussy and rammed her doggy-style for a yoke more second until she let out a whoop and had another orgasm.

"Happy birthday,"Bobby said as he pulled out.

Ella turned to him and said,"Thank you. A great way to begin the day. But you'll have to excuse me. I need to shower and get ready."She kissed him, picked up her robe and left the room. As she walked away Bobby could she speckles of his 26-year-old cum on her 58-year-old hippie butt.

-- --

Bobby had just finished up and was putting his tools in the trunk of his car when Summer drove up. She parked her car and came up to him. He felt a piddling awkward and didn't know whether to buss her or not in front of her mother's house, so he didn't even try. She didn't try either.

"Hi, Bobby,"she said.

"Hi, Doc,"he said.

"Now stop that,"she said."Or maybe I should call you Doc."

"Huh ? What do you intend ?"

"Because I hear you are quite a jack of all trades. The gutters, the fencing, and Mom said you got her back entrance working again. I didn't even know it was stuck."

Bobby didn't know if that was a joke or what Ella may have told her but he was officially speechless.

"Anyway, thanks again for helping Mom out,"she continued."We really apprize it. Now we're going to lunch to celebrate her birthday."

"Have fun. And don't toast too many Mimosas !"Bobby said.

"You mean blinking Marys,"Summer said with a split second. She turned and walked into the house.

-- --

Things started to get weird after that. The next Th would bear been Bobby's nighttime to see Summer but he couldn't get cargo hold of her. When he finally did turn over her a few daylight later she was noncommittal and variety of blew him off. That was a first.

He called Ella and told her the handyman was calling to see if she had any chores she needed him to take care of, in the yard, on the roof, or in the bedroom. She laughed but said although it was tempting she didn't think it was a full theme. Too close for quilt with summertime and everything. Evidently Ella didn't know—or didn't want to know -- Bobby had been Summer's brace bedmate and Summer didn't want him screwing her mother.

Bobby thought about the last few months with astonishment. He had had a unwarranted weekend with a young hot professional dancer named Bree. Then he'd had a routine of incredible nights with her hot Mom, doctor summer. And finally a brace unwarranted caper of hipster sex with Ella. Sexually it had been the most fruitful geological period of his life. And now suddenly, as if flipping a substitution, the rainy season was over and he was back in the desert.

He sent an email to Bree in an effort to catch up, but they hadn't been in feeling for a while and doubted he would find out back. Out of sight, out of judgment, you know how that goes.

-- --

Bobby went to solve every day with his nose to the grindstone, trying to forget about his sexcapades. Although he would replay the experiences in his idea, it wasn't that hard to put most of it behind him and just chalk it up to ships passing in the dark. He knew there was no real future with summer ; there was the big age dispute, and she just needed to get laid and he was convenient. And what happened with Ella was an stroke of fate ; it would never have happened if he hadn't fallen in the mud and been stranded in her home by the storm and ended up defenseless wearing her robe. And she needed to get laid and he was there. But it was different with Bree. He thought of her often.

It was about four calendar month later when out of the blue on a Thursday eventide Bobby received a outcry from summer. When he saw her name displayed on his phone he froze for a instant. He debated whether to let it go to voicemail but he couldn't.

"howdy, Summer ?"he said tentatively.

"Yes, Bobby. How are you ?"

"I'm okay, how are you doing ?"

"I'm mulct,"she said, and launched right into the purpose of her call option."feel Bobby, I know it has been a while and I hope you don't nous my calling but I thought you should sleep with. It concerns Bree."

"Bree ? Is something haywire ? Is she all right ?"

"Oh, she's fine,"summer said with a chuckle."She's doing well. She is here in Town. She's an artist-in-residence for her old dance instructor. They're putting on a Sung and dance review for heights school and college students."

"She doesn't live in New House of York anymore ?"he asked.

"No, she still does. She's been commuting back and forth and staying with me for a few workweek while she worked on the yield. She'll be going back soon. She has asked about you, and I think she wanted to call you, but she has been so meddling, she's been putting in sixteen time of day days. And I think she may have felt funny calling since she had not done a undecomposed job of keeping in ghost. Anyway, I wanted to call up you in case you would desire to know."

"Yes, thank you. I'm glad you did."

"The final public presentation are this weekend : Tomorrow night, Saturday Night and a Sunday matinee."She went on to recite him the theater and show times.

"I'd love to see her,"Bobby said."Do you think she'd mind if I came Saturday dark ?"

"Oh, I think she'd be fine with that. I'll let her know and will ask her to exit you a ticket at the box office."

-- --

Bobby was walking on air for two days. On Saturday evening he got to the theater plenty early. He'd made for certain he dressed and looked and smelled good. He picked up his ticket and there was a brief preeminence paper-clipped to it. It read : ‘ Hi Bobby, So glad you could fare ! Meet me at the foot of the stage right after the show. Bree ’.

It was a great seat. Center section, third row, aisle seat. He looked around the lowly theater. It seated three or four hundred and had high ceilings, chandeliers and a small balcony. There was a striation tuning up on one side of meat of the floor. He read through the playbill and saw Bree's public figure in a few unlike spot : artist-in-residence, choreography, and in several different numbers. The appearance was an olio of vocal and terpsichore numbers from Broadway musicals.

The show was very professionally done even though most of the performers were amateurs. Bobby was particular print with the chick named Bree. Not only with her saltation, but her singing ! The miss had a beautiful set of pipes to go along with the rest of her which was pretty damn serious too. She sang ‘ floor show'and he felt like she was singing directly to him. It brought the house down and he had half a hard-on by the time it was over.

After the show the lights went up and the audience streamed toward the rear outlet but Bobby had a short-circuit walk to the stage. Bree was there in seconds, in costume and caked with make-up.

"Hi, Bobby !"she squealed, and leapt into his sleeve. She gave him a big hug and Bobby put his limb around her and hugged her too. It felt so salutary."Thank you for coming. It's so skillful to see you."

"God, Bree, you were nifty ! What a wonderful show, and I didn't know you could spill the beans like that !"

"Oh, thank you, so glad you liked it. We worked arduous on it."

"It shows !"

"Want to go get a drink or something ?"she asked.

"Absolutely !"

"Great. sports meeting me around back at the stage entrance. feed me about xv min, okay ? I need to change and get cleaned up. See ya."She kissed him on the nerve and disappeared backstage.

-- --

Bobby had pulled his car around back and was leaning against the device driver's threshold when Bree emerged from the back of the theater. She was a beautiful visual modality for his sore eyes. She wore the Lapp nasty jean and red sweater she'd worn on the Nox they'd met. The pancake had been washed from her face and she looked delicious. She strutted toward him with a gym bag in her hand. Bobby opened the passenger doorway for her and she got in.

They went to a pocket-size neighborhood bar a few blocks from the dramatics and sat in a cubicle facing one another. They ordered a pitcher of beer. Bobby suggested food but Bree said she was too scent up to eat.

"God, it's soundly to see you,"Bobby said.

"It's good to see you too,"Bree said."Thank you for coming tonight. It means so much."

They talked and tried to capture up. Bree told Bobby how sorry she was that they had lost touch. He said he was too. They talked about the display. She told him how she'd become involved with the yield.

"My old dance teacher is on the faculty at the university, in the dramatic art graphics and Dance Department. She was always an inspiration and a mentor and she always encouraged me. We've kept in spot over the days. Anyway a few months ago she asked if I could help her put the appearance together, perform and four-in-hand and mentor the cast. She had some extra money in the budget. I said yes and here I am."

"The show was great. And you look great. And God, I knew you could dance but had no mind you could sing like that. You are amazing !"

"Thank you,"she said."We were pretty well-chosen with the result."She reached over and partake Bobby's bridge player."It's so in effect to see you. I'm glad Mom called you. I wanted to but I kept putting it off. I was afraid."

"Afraid of what ?"

"That you wouldn't want to see me."

"Not a probability,"Bobby said."Once she called I couldn't time lag for tonight."He took her hand and raised it to his lips and kissed it. He detected wetness in her eyes.

"I'll be redress back,"Bree said, and she rose to go to the restroom. Bobby ordered another mound of beer.

Bree returned, sat down and took a gulp of beer.

"I heard you had a fling with my mother,"she said, and took another swig.

"Yes, I took your advice. It seemed to take place kind of naturally. I'm sorry, but ..."

"Don't apologize, it's O.K.. I put you up to it and I knew you'd go for it. I knew she needed to get laid, and I figured you may as well be the lucky guy. But I never figured you'd go to bed with my grandmother !"

This surprised him."Oh, now that, uh, that was an accident. I had cleaned her sewer and my wearing apparel were nasty and a really bad violent storm came and then…"

"It's okay, Bobby, it's okeh. She must have needed it too."After a short pause she added,"Maybe you've found your admittedly calling."

"Oh yeah, what's that ?"

"Gigolo."

Bobby was drinking and he laughed so voiceless beer came out of his nose. Bree laughed too and raised her mug and they toasted.

"Think about it,"she said."You're only man on world who's done all three of us."

Bobby smiled sheepishly and stared at his beer.

"And you know, Bobby, you may not bring in it, but you've had a very profound effect on my mom and grandmother."

"Who, me ? How so ?"

"Not long before the night we all met my mom had just variety of dumped a nerdy guy she'd been seeing. We liked meeting you guy wire and she was attracted to you and she has her indigence so it made sense for you two to pluck up even it was only temporary. But you really made her experience ripe about herself. She told me about you going to the party with her and how you praised her for her noesis and called her ‘ Doctor'and encouraged her to back to schooltime. And now that's what she's doing."

"Really ? That's great."

"Yes, and she credits you for helping her to get there. Not long after that political party she met a man and they've become pretty serious about each other. He's an ophthalmologist who came to work on in her clinic for three weeks while her boss was on vacation. His gens is Gerry. He was just as impressed with her expertise as you were. And now she's taking course of study, and making plans to join his practice as an optometrist.

"And my grandmother was in form of a rut when you went over to her sign of the zodiac and fell in the mud. She had lost a dear acquaintance, a man she'd been very close to, the yr before. And she was stuck in a major Funk and couldn't get out. There was this man named Moe, another old hippie who owns five or six health food memory, and he had been asking her out for calendar month but she'd been turning him down. But whatever clicked between you and her that day did the trick. You made her find sexy and desirable again and she got up the courageousness to call Moe and see if his invitation was still undecomposed. It was and now they're talking about moving in together."

"Wow, that's great. I'm very well-chosen for her. And summertime too."

summertime took another deglutition of beer and took a deep breath.

"Which brings me to this : Now I've come to a crossing in my living and I'm not sure what to do."

Bobby squeezed her hand."What is it ?"

"Thank you for listening. It feels well to talk about it. A few weeks ago I found out my roommate is giving up the apartment when the rental is up. I have to decide whether to try to keep open it, receive a new roommate in a city full-of-the-moon of hothead, or try to find another billet, which is no easy undertaking. All while working and trying to hustle for gigs.

"Or, I have another chance which has come up. My old teacher has offered me a staff emplacement here at the university working in her department. I would assist on all the productions, recitals, audition, as well as any other chores they have for me. But I would function on choreography and be involved in the creative procedure, which I love, and mentor the students if they needed individual help. The job wouldn't pay a whole lot, but would be livable, and one of the perks is I could accept three track credit entry for liberal every semester and in the summertime Roger Sessions to work toward a point. But I'd have to find a place to live, get a car, and uproot my life from what it's been the finale few years.

"So, do I keep slogging away in New House of York, scuffling for work, and give up on a dream ? Or do I move back, take a job I know I'd enjoy and be good at, but play it dependable ?"

"You could face at it as a enceinte opportunity, a new chapter in your lifespan. The free stratum are a large bonus. And if you would need to ready special money, I know I could script us a few gigs a hebdomad as a duo ; with your face and your voice we'd be golden. But the main point is this : You've gained incredible experience the last few long time. And that experience could actually induce a priceless core on the scholar you come in striking with. It could be very rewarding for you and for them."

"You really think so ?"

"Of course !"

"That's what my teacher said."

"She's rightfulness. I'd bet few if any the great unwashed in that section have had the experience you have. All the auditions, the casting calls, and the performances you've done. That could be priceless to younger students."

The mo pitcher was almost evacuate. Bobby poured what was left of the beer into their mugs. Each mug had about two mouthfuls in it.

"Are you fussy tomorrow night ?"Bree asked.

"I just cleared my slate,"Bobby said.

"Tomorrow's matinee is our final examination performance. Afterwards we have a roll party which I must attend for an hour or so. After that I'm going to dinner with Mom and Gerry and my granny and Moe. It's Gerry's treat. Would you fall with me ?"

Bobby hesitated."You don't think that might be a little awkward ?"

"No, not at all. Please come in, I don't want to be a fifth roulette wheel. The women all agree it is a good melodic theme. And the men both said they'd love to cope with you. And don't headache, neither one of them knows that you got there first."

Bobby blushed and Bree grinned."Okay,"he said.

"Great,"she said."And you know where we're going ? The seafood place you took me to."

"Flounder Fred's !"

"That's right. And after dinner and the old sept leave, we can have a little sentence to ourselves."

Bobby drove Bree to summer's house. They had a Nice candy kiss in his car and he waited until she was in the house and flashed the porchlight before he drove off.

-- --

Dinner was set for seven-thirty. After a abbreviated diaphragm at the vacation Inn down the cube, Bobby arrived early and waited in the antechamber. At about five minutes till seven the older kinsfolk arrived. summertime looked fine as ever in a red wearing apparel and with retentive hair, now several inch down her back. Ella was thin and vibrant in a tight black top and sloppy flowery bloomers. He was pleasantly surprised when Summer and Ella both hugged him without indisposition, thus breaking any ice.

initiation had just been made when a hack pulled up to the presence entrance and Bree appeared. They were seated promptly and dinner went well. Summer and Ella gave him a sideways glimpse here and there but it was not uncomfortable at all. Conversation was free and wanton, often focused on Bree's production, and Bobby really enjoyed it. Gerry was a fine-looking guy, maybe a few days honest-to-goodness than summertime, and had a pretty practiced sense of humor. And Moe was a rattling piece of work, big and sheer, good story as hell and had a ponytail almost as hanker as Ella's.

After dinner they all said their good-bye in the foyer. By this time the plaza had thinned out so they took a common soldier cubicle in the bar and ordered cognacs. Drinks they could suck and exsert the evening. At outset they talked about how well dinner had gone and how lots they both liked Gerry and Moe. Then the conversation shifted to Bree's quandary. A decision would cause to be made soon.

"When are you going back to New House of York ? How long will you be in town ?"Bobby asked. By this time they were holding hands.

"A few days,"she said."There's no rush. I have some Clarence Day off from the day job and no spear lined up. I've been concentrating on the work here for the survive few weeks, commuting back and forth a lot. Now that it's over it's kind of a letdown, like ‘ Now what ? ’, you know what I mean ?"

"I think so,"Bobby said softly. They were peering into each other's'eyes, and all four were glistening.

Bobby reached into his pocket and took out a room key from the Holiday Inn down the street and put it on the table. He'd reserved a elbow room hoping for the best.

Bree's eyes became talebearing dish aerial. She smiled but started crying softly. Then she reached into her purse and pulled out a way key from the holiday Inn down the street and put it on the table succeeding to the other one. Her smiling widened but her binge increased.

Bobby grinned and took her other bridge player in his and squeezed both and felt her squeezing him back.

"wellspring, well,"he said."It's true : expectant judgment think alike !"

Fortunately they were able to transfer one of the reservations to the keep an eye on Nox. Bobby figured he had two days to convince her that moving back home plate was the right matter to do .