umber, TEA, OR triad ?

Bobby and Carl were old college brother. They lived in the same dorm for three years and they partied together, played intramural play together, and sometimes even studied together. Carl was a year ahead of Bobby but they ended up graduating at the Saame time. Once they graduated they worked multiple Job for a few calendar month to bring through money, and then piled into Bobby's car and traveled the United province for almost six calendar month. Sharing that experience pretty much bonded them for life.

They were inverse in many room. Bobby was blond, tall and lean-muscled, a baseball player, a stolon and a instrumentalist ; Carl was dark-haired, stocky and had been an recreational pugilist and had a crooked nose as a outcome. Bobby was into music and the arts and liked to bivouac and hike ; Carl liked to mold on cars, go hunting and fishing and stay at the Best Western. In their college afterlives Bobby was a sales rep for an athletic wear producer and played medicine on the position ; Carl was a handler for a firm that refurbished tube buses. But they were adept friends, shared the same sense of humor, and made it a full stop to get together every few months for a night out.

This story begins on one of those nights. Carl and Bobby were 26 and 25 class old, and it was a Friday night, the day after Thanksgiving. They decided to meet at one of their old stamping ground, The Vous, a pub near the university campus where they'd gone to college. It was a place that had a beer and wine permit, but sold no voiceless liquor. It was known for crummy pitcher, live music and a high threshold for tomfoolery, at to the lowest degree back when they were in school.

Bobby lived about forty-five minutes away from campus and Carl lived an hour away in the contrary counsel 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 Coke, and then found a small mesa off to the position and took seats. The beers were mostly for show. The pitcher of Coke was for the feeding bottle of rum Carl had stuffed in his jacket.

The place was dead for a Fri, which made good sense since it was Thanksgiving weekend and near students had gone rest home for the holiday. Only two other tabular array were occupied in addition to a handful of regulars at the bar. There was a trio setting up on stage. While Carl surreptitiously stirred rum into the pitcher of C, Bobby went over to the stria to introduce himself, as musician are wont to do. He wanted to see if they had any reciprocal melodious friends.

Carl filled one of the tumbler the beertender had given them with Coke from the pitcher, then cradling the pitcher in his lap, emptied a third of the rum into it. Meanwhile Bobby talked to the guitarist and admired his instruments. As it turned out, they didn't have any reciprocal conversance but they dug a lot of the same hooey. It was a blues-rock set, and Bobby had grown up on that.

Bobby sat back down at the table with Carl and they commenced to shooting the dickhead, sipping beer and chasing it with Cuba Libres. They talked about the common stuff they talked about when they got together : jobs, sports, womanhood and college. Finally, after about XX bit the lot kicked it into appurtenance. Immediately Bobby could pick up that the band was really crocked 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 slowly night at The Vous. Only a few Sir Thomas More people had come into the shoes after Carl and Bobby. There was a table of four, two twosome seated in a booth on the far face, and two daughter at a devil not far from their own table.

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

The girls were OK looking and were sharing a decanter of wine. One was blonde, with shoulder-length frizzy curlicue, and looked to be in her early on twenties. The former was a few years older but looked just as delicious, with the Same frizzly hair's-breadth, only she was brunette. Both were slight and sexy in tight jeans, Blondie with a cubbyhole red sweater and the older gal in a cream-colored blouse. Both looked beneficial enough to eat, and somewhat out of spot at this dump.

"They must be sis,"Bobby said.

"Sisters ? Really ?"

"Yeah, face at their eyes. They have the same eyes. Same oral fissure too."

Carl tried to reckon without staring."wellspring, I don't care if they're babe, or cousins or hookers, 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 punter tone at the chicks.

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

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

"You did ?"

"Yep. barkeeper's going to post them over in a few transactions when they're set up for refills."

"Smooth !"Bobby said, and filled their glasses over new ice."Drink up !"

Carl dumped the rest of the ice into the twirler and poured in another healthy dose of rum. The refreshments were going down light and Bobby was getting into the music, tapping his feet and rapping his thumbs on the tabular array. The calendar method department was a meaty, steady pulse and now the guitarist had switched to electric violin and was knocking off blue air lap with his bow and his fingers.

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

"Hey, flavour,"Carl said, nodding toward the girls.

The barkeep was delivering the new decanter of wine. They watched as he explained who'd sent the drinks and pointed toward them. The little girl both looked over at them and with coy smiles raised their glasses in thanks. The band kicked into a slow blue air and the lead guitar moaned.

Over the quietus of the set they would glance over at the daughter and occasionally eye physical contact would be made. At one degree the brunette got up and went to the ladies way. Carl and Bobby had their optic glued to her tightly-wrapped butt until she disappeared down the hall to the public convenience. 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 deglutition and clinked their glasses.

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

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

"Hey guys, thanks again for the swallow. We wanted to pass the gesture but what are you drinking ? I see two empty beer bottle, but what's in the pitcher ?"Her voice was low and breathy.

"nose candy,"Bobby said.

"nose candy ?"she said."You kidding me ? How can two youth bozo have as much fun as you're having drinking Coke ?"

They looked at each other and laughed. Carl opened his cap and showed her the bottle."Rum and coke,"he said softly."Want one ?"

She threw her head 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 blond. She had a grin on her face.

"Hey, do you bear in mind if we move over there,"he said, pointing at the table next to theirs.

"It would be expert than hollering halfway across the way,"Blondie said.

Bobby and Carl hustled to the mesa with their glasses and pitcher. Soon Brunette returned carrying a tray with two beers, a pitcher of C and some plastic cups.

"Why don't we push these tabular array 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 cups for the girls.

unveiling were made. The brunet was named Summer and the blonde was named Bree.

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

"We're occupy women,"summertime said with a wink.

"No statement there,"Bobby said."Were you born in the summer ? Is summer a byname ?"

"No, it's my really figure. My female parent is a holdover hippy."

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

"No, it's short for duck soup. My mom is a hangover hippy too."

"Right,"Carl chimed in."Because you're sis, right ?"

summer 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 Saame eyes and the Lapp rima oris and I bet you get that a lot…"

"I'm her female parent,"Summer said, cutting him off.

Carl and Bobby were both caught off precaution. They sat back in their professorship, taking it in.

"I never would have guessed,"Bobby said."Summer, you look like her big Sister, maybe three or four years older !"

"Well,"she chuckled,"I had her at a young age, but not that new !"

They all laughed. The ice had been thoroughly broken. The guys had inadvertently made Summer's night, and they could tell that Bree was proud of her hot mom. They all went on to hear about each other. Bobby and Carl told them about their college days and car trip and occupation and their casual night out. Summer lived alone in a small house three blocks from the bar, and worked at the VA hospital and taught yoga and aerobic exercise. Bree was twenty-one and was visiting for the long weekend. She lived in New York metropolis where she had a day job at an art museum while she tried to construct it as a dancer.

The night turned out to be a bang. They drank all the rum and danced and changed partners respective times. Bobby sat in with the band on a pair tunes and slow-danced with Bree and summer. He loved the feel and tone of both, and the signature of their teat against his chest, and was pretty sure it was no stroke when their genu found their way gently between his thighs.

The eye contact they made, the grinning they shared, and the clear conversation they had over several hr made this a special night. But as is often the font when there are two guy wire and two girls, it can be awkward not knowing the next best step. It seemed to be clicking on all stratum, but as the night wound down, Bobby wondered where it would go next.

-- --

After the 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 offspring. Bree's twenty-one. What, maybe thirty-nine or 40 ?"

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

"Shit, she looks thoroughly for twenty-nine or thirty !"Bobby said.

-- --

In the restroom Bree and Summer were having a interchangeable conversation.

"So, do you want to take them domicile ?"Bree asked."They seem like gracious guys."

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

"Mom, are you prepare 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 recite you like him."

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

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

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

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

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

"Neither do I."

-- --

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

"Do you want to add up back to the theater ?"summertime said directly to Carl.

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

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

When they were about a one-half block away Bree took Bobby's hand and a few strides later pointed to a Patrick White cottage with dark-brown trimness, with a porchlight illuminating a long narrow porch and a fine-trimmed hedge 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 whole step onto the porch and saw her mom fumble with her keys and unlock the door. Abruptly Bree stopped and turned to Bobby and squeezed his hand.

"buss me,"she said.

Bobby didn't need any more encouragement than that. He put his disembarrass handwriting behind her top dog and pulled her face to his. Their mouths had barely met for a indorsement before their brim parted and they were tasting tongues. Bree's munition went around him, one helping hand on his back and the former on his ass, and she pulled him close. As they kissed they heard Summer and Carl entering the house and the violent storm door closed with a belt, then reopened. The porchlight flickered on and off several times.

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

Bree and Bobby broke into laugh, ending their kiss.

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

"The inaugural 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 house. 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 middle, held his deal and whispered,"Do you want tea…or me ?"

"I want Bree,"he said.

She pulled him down the hall. She showed him where the bathroom was and then opened the door opposite."Wait for me in here, I'll be right hand back."

Bree went back to the kitchen.

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

"Oh, okay, I understand,"Summer said."You sure you don't need something before you go to bed ? Orange succus, an vitality drink, a Vitamin B stroke ?"

"No, I think we're fine."

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

"Right back at ya,"Bree retorted.

Meanwhile Bobby was looking around the room, which obviously had been Bree's childhood bedroom and picayune had changed. There were plaque on the rampart for gymnastic exercise and dance, and photos of her in action. One framed photo on the dresser caught his involvement and he picked it up to examine it more closely. It was an eight by ten photo of Bree on point, under the Inner Light, dancing on the tiny tips of her toes with her hands high above her head, her sexy bod dressed in a ashen frilly ballet skirt, Patrick Victor Martindale White leggings and skimpy concert dance slippers.

"Do you like that video ?"Bree asked as she closed the sleeping room door 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 decent spear I've gotten in New York."

"I could never conceive how dancer could stand on their toes like that. It looks like it must hurt like hell, 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 munition."You're going to be easy."

"Easy for you,"he said. He kissed her and their natural language slow-danced for XXX seconds. He felt the burn of her titty and the soundness of her thigh against him. They kissed again, harder.

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

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

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

"You are too a lot, Bobby,"she laughed, pushing him away."okey, down boy."

She pulled a chair out from under a small desk and turned it around.

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

Bree picked up her telephone set from the dresser, fiddled with it for a few seconds and then disappeared into the walk-in closet.

Bobby hung his shirt on the dorsum of the chair and unbuckled his pants. His dick was already well on the way to reaching its steely potential. He sat and listened to the rummaging going on in the closet.

"Are you ready ?"Bree finally asked.

"All gear up,"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 poor and sweet."

medicine started playing softly and Bobby saw Bree's arm extend out from the closet and set the phone on the dresser. It sounded familiar spirit but Bobby didn't know squat about ballet. Then Bree breezed into the room on her toes…en pointe…with her arms in a lot high above her drumhead, dancing gracefully to the drawstring, back and Forth River and around him in the small space. She wore ballet skidder and frilly scanty, and zilch else except for the sparse gold gang pierced through the nipple of her chirpy medium-sized breasts.

Bobby sat with his dick erect, salivating, thinking how slap-up 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 fuck, dance around me, titillating me, tempting me, driving me to the point of…

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

She came down on flat feet a few in in movement of him. She took his cock in her hand.

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

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

He put his fingers inside her scanty and slid them down to the floor. Her pussy mouth glistened in the lenient light. He pulled her closer and leaned his fount into her lean, clear muff. He licked her labia, inside and out and around and Bree sighed when he sucked her clit gently between his backtalk. As she stroked his penis she ground her mound softly into his face.

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

Just like that they were fucking. Sitting naked in a desk chair, this fine young char was sliding up and down on his self-conceited pole. He assisted her with his custody on her coxa, lifting, lowering, and craning his shaft into her. She felt light and graceful, floating above him, but with her juicy cunt attached to him, gripping him and sucking him.

The hard chair had no give, 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 digit of one mitt in the crack cocaine of Bree's ass and the other arm around her upper back and stood up. With his blue jean around his ankle joint and his prick stuck like a fulcrum into her hungry twat he waddled over to put his knees on the edge of the bed. He wriggled their eubstance up onto the bed, and with Swan Lake playing softly in the desktop, Bobby started fucking her like a man on a mission. Bree dug her fingers into Bobby's back and rammed her groin into his.

The bed was a squeaker. It creaked loudly with each plunge, the saltation straining under the force of their lovemaking. The screechy phone bounced off the bedchamber bulwark 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 give care or notice.

Bree's cunt felt tricksy and still to Bobby as he fucked her, a slick magazine ride in and out over and over, and he felt like they were slowly sliding toward slow orgasms when she stopped.

"Put it in me as mysterious as you can and hold it for a 2nd,"she hissed.

He pushed his tool as deeply as he could into her wet socket and stopped. Then he felt her pegleg twist around beneath him and her pussycat tightened down and put pressure around his pecker like a powered vise.

"Holy son of a bitch !"Bobby said,"What the hell is that ?"

"I'm hugging you,"she said.

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

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

Bree started rocking back into their rhythm method of birth control 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, harder and then even harder, with their loins stuck together like glue, two bodies melded into one, pounding, trying to twinge the cum out of each other like they were a couple of planate toothpaste tubes.

They fucked hard, they sighed and moaned along with the box spring, and Bobby's hawkshaw moved very little inside Bree's aphrodisiac slot. little by footling, with each snaky stroke of their joined groins, he felt his cum begin to boil. He instinctively knew that if his sperm could ever arrive at it up through the violence wrapped around his hammer it was sure to be a whopper.

A moment later Bree came to his rescue. As she sung out with a high-pitched trill her twat unsnatched from around his stuffed meat and she came, unleashing a wet wave of cum. Their first prison term together and their orgasms were almost coincidental : Bobby continued fucking her and after only three or four more diagonal into her wet, open stroke, his come rose through him like it was rushing to put out a fire. He was still coming when he pulled his dehydrated meat out of her and collapsed on the mattress beside her. He looked at Bree's grimace and she was grinning ear-to-ear. He smiled too.

"Amazing !"Bobby said, shaking his school principal. He put his mouth to hers and they held each early 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 social dancer brawniness working together I guess. Was it honorable ?"

"Not good, fantastic. I could get hooked on that."

There was silence for a here and now 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 House of 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 bunghole with massive egos it's not Worth the trouble. There are a half dozen backstage romances going on in every yield I've been in. They hit on me all the time. It gets to be a drag. It's decent to be home ; to conform to somebody normal for a change."

"Ah…"

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

"No."

"Good."

More silence.

Bobby started kissing her cervix and berm. Then her bosom. Bree moaned when he sucked her hooped nipples into his mouthpiece. Her fingers were in his tomentum, assisting.

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

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

He worked his way down, and he shifted his physical structure around gradually as he moved his mouth over her lovesome dampness physical body, to her flattened pot, teasing around her already-fucked pussy, to her inner thigh, kissing her knees, calf, shin bone, ankles. He took his time kissing the colloidal suspension of her feet. Then he licked her right big toe, and sucked it deep into his mouth.

"What are you doing ?"Bree asked.

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

He expected a laugh but didn't get it. He continued to go down on all of her toes one after the other.

"What, do you have a foot fetish 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-class honours degree. But you're a good dancer I must say."

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

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

"I'm going to let my lip saltation on this baby for a while,"she said. Bobby groaned and half-gagged on her shine big toe when he felt her sassing surround his surging cock.

Despite their inept positions Bobby did his best to get it on Bree's face as she blew him and he kept trying to take in the blusher off of her toenails. By the time he finished sucking all of her toes she had not yet had another orgasm but his dick felt like a balloon about to bust. He reconfigured their trunk a second time, stretching and straightening into a more well-to-do 69 position. With her mouth now a warm, cozy glove around his overblown boner he split her pleasant-tasting sassing with is tongue and tasted her tangy twat and sucked her aureate clitoris into his mouth.

Bree shrieked and she grinded her pussy into his cheek. The bed creaked as they fucked each other's faces. The room smelled of raw sex and the air was filled with the wet echoed sounds of slurping and sucking and the slapping of athirst mouth on horny flesh.

Bobby knew his cum would soon be on the rise so he gave Bree's clit one more Major business leader sucking, eliciting another shrill, stifled yell from her cock-filled mouth. Then he went to work with his lingua, licking and slashing like a viper in heat on her disperse rim 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 much time to think about it because his back talk and anterior naris were now flooded and her dead body writhed as he held her. A mo later his body shook and he came in her mouth, and her lips stayed on him, rush after rushing, until he was done.

-- --

After several minutes basking in the embers of their heat they took twist in the bathroom to perform their bedtime ablutions. Bree went first and when she returned she handed her toothbrush to Bobby. He brushed his teeth and washed up and then searched the medicine cabinet. He found a tube of skin lotion and gently rubbed some into each side of meat of his turncock, hoping to alleviate the soreness of his fresh, raw coppice burns.

It was getting pretty late. Bobby climbed back into bed and curled his munition around Bree so their bare trunk were touching in as many places as possible. The air in the elbow room smelled of lewd, leftover be intimate but their kisses were minty brisk until they fell off to sleep.

The morning sun was just beginning to filter through the curtains when Bobby was awakened by Bree's oral fissure on his enlarged cock. He ran his finger's breadth through her hair.

"You had a immense hard-on,"Bree said, looking up."I wanted to say ‘ goodness morn ’."Then she went right back to work.

She sucked him severe and dug her fingers into his ass. He only winced a couple times from the soreness on his putz. Soon he moaned and groaned and writhe and shook and busted his nut. Bree kept her lip glued to his quick gun as he came and swallowed well-nigh of it but still had a mouthful when she kissed him.

"commodity morning !"she said.

"commodity morning to you. Now it's my turn."

Bobby put his point between her legs and buried his sassing into her cooch and started eating. He held her buttocks in his hands and she locked her legs around his neck and fucked his nerve for various minute. When she relaxed her grip Bobby rose up onto her. Bree brought her peg up until they were resting on her shoulders giving him total admittance. Another turn-on, he thought, thanks to her social dancer flexibility. With his fount tacky from swither and jizz he slipped his re-hardened putz into her deeper than ever and gave her an intense, bed-banging, two-fold sexual climax, right ripe break of the day fuck.

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

"Tomorrow,"she said meekly.

"Can I see you tonight ?"

"You punter believe it !"

Bree took a rain shower first and then while Bobby was taking his she changed the soggy linens and made the bed. Then she went into the kitchen where her mom was pouring Orange succus and had coffee brewing.

"Well, effective good morning, Houserocker,"her mother said when she entered the room."Does your bed still have four legs ?"

Bree smiled and blushed and poured her own looking glass of juice.

"Where's Carl ?"

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

"How did it go ?"

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

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

A mo later Bobby breezed into the kitchen.

"Good morning, Summer,"he said energetically.

"good cockcrow Bobby."

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

Bree nodded."That sounds good."

She walked him to the doorway and kissed him goodbye on the social movement porch.

-- --

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

"Bobby's here,"she called to her female parent."I'm leaving, Mom. Don't wait up."

"have fun,"Summer said."Don't forget brunch with Grandma."

Bobby watched Bree jog toward him, thinking hoot !, why does she take in to live in New York ? She looked marvelous in a long-sleeved black frock with a zipper all the way down the front from the top to the hem at mid-thigh. As she scurried across the figurehead 1000 it was obvious she was braless and her limber branch forced the dress a little farther up her branch. She jumped into the car, put her purse and sweater on the seat and leant to cave in Bobby a kiss on the lips.

Bobby had searched around to see if there was some form of saltation public presentation going on somewhere in town that he could ask her to but there was none to be found. This didn't really bother him because the yoke hr they would have spent sitting in seats watching the show was a couple minute he could not spend talking to her, getting to know her punter, laughing with her, or trying to get her defenseless. So he would contract her to dinner party and they would wing it from there.

The evening was a smash winner. dinner party was at Flounder Fred's, a popular seafood eating house. They had to hold back for a table but that was cool, they had a couple drinking and were upright and unloose by the time they got a board. dinner was pleasant-tasting and the conversation was even zestier. They talked about the night before : meeting at the bar, partying, laughing, going to bed together, the sex, the horizontal en pointe. By the prison term they finished the repast 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 kickoff ?"Bree asked, and pulled the zipper down six in, 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 stoppage away. As they were checking in Bree opened her purse and took out her soup-strainer and showed it to Bobby with a sly grin. She had planned well. They found their elbow room and were naked in about ten seconds. They slammed their mouth together and groped for the bed. They spent the dark kissing, fucking, sucking, licking, moaning and groaning and coming all over each former. He even got another dose of Bree's legs-crossed, cunt-locked scissor nookie. 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 meter while the powered spray rained down on them. He even cleaned her motherfucker with his knife for undecomposed measure.

-- --

Bobby tried to beg off of brunch, thinking it may be kind of awkward. Bree told him no, it's okay, don't worry, they're cool. She picked up her phone and called her mother. summer agreed and welcomed him.

They met at an upscale restaurant near the university. Bree and Bobby wore their Same clothes from the nighttime before but they had cleaned up real nice. summer looked fabulous in a red skirt and a navy craw top. And Bobby thought Ella, who was Summer's mother and Bree's grandmother, looked pretty damn good too. He figured she had to be late fifty dollar bill, but she looked ten or twelve years younger. She was thin like her girl and granddaughter and looked in fantabulous shape. And she definitely looked like an old hippy in a flowery embroidered peasant dress and long blonde/gray tomentum pulled back in a ponytail edge by rubber ring about every three or four in down her back.

The women ordered buck's fizz while Bobby had a blooming Virgin Mary. Brunch was whatever they wanted. They could choose from eggs any-which-way, pancakes, waffles, crape, ham, bacon, sand, pelf, sweets, you name it. Bobby pigged out and listened while the ladies did most of the talking. He thought Ella seemed to be more like Bree than like summertime : The free-wheeling, extemporise, winging-it, artsy fartsy character. summer seemed a little more conventional.

Brunch over, they drove in two cars to summertime's planetary house. Ella said goodbye, hugged her girl and granddaughter and leftfield. The time was nearing when Bree would be leaving. Bobby offered to force her to the train station which was about a 15 instant campaign. While Bree was packing Bobby and Summer chatted on the sofa.

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

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

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

Bree entered the room with her bag. She had changed into the same jeans and red sweater she'd worn on Friday nighttime. She looked even best than the first time.

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

"They said they'll be calling her train in a few minutes. Everything is on fourth dimension,"Summer said.

female parent and girl talked. Be measured, celebrate in touch, call me when you get in, good luck on your auditory modality, don't forget to blah blah blah. Then they all exchanged contact information and promised to stay in touch. 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 brass, then gave her a shortly bass one on the mouth.

"You should arrive up to New House of York and sojourn,"Bree said.

"Sure,"he said, doubting it would ever pass off.

She hugged him again and put her lips 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 house, Bobby realized it was the kickoff clip he'd been one-on-one with Summer. He wanted to stool conversation but wasn't sure what to say. He didn't want to be too well-worn and he didn't want to sound too zany.

"How often does Bree fare to visit ?"he asked.

"Oh, it depends on her schedule,"she said."Her day job is predictable, but the dancing is all over the home, feast or shortage. It can be a grind. I doubt she'll reach it for the holiday if she's in a production again this year."

"You have to hired hand it to her. She's following her aspiration. To be so Edward Young and go to The Big Malus pumila all by herself. That's pretty brave."

"She always knew what she wanted to do. I encouraged her, I said be felicitous and do what you love. She never wavered ; she worked Job and saved her money. A week after she graduated from high school she packed two big purse and got on the train."

"You encouraged her, that's right,"Bobby said."I wish my parents had done that. They always had a program for me, to be hard-nosed, go to college, get a degree and get a well job. I was an obedient son and did as expected, trying to delight. Doing what I loved never factored into it."

"Do you resent that ?"

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

"Thank you,"she said."My female parent had me Whitney Young ; she became significant in her senior class of high school. My Church Father was a pothead who was seldom around. And then I did the Lapp thing. I got knocked up in my senior year."

"High shoal sweetheart ?"

"Yeah, an eighteen-year-old sweetheart who turned into a twenty-year-old unsuccessful person. I know the struggle my Mom went through and I know the conflict I went through. I tried hard to drum two thoughts into Bree's head : survey your dreams and don't get knocked up."

"You're a skilful mother,"he said again."And you two have a great family relationship, that's obvious."

"We leaned on each other a lot when she was growing up. My female parent was a big helper, but it was just the two of us nearly of the time. We were close. I was her serious 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 conceive you're her mother. You both looked so acute. I thought you were the older sister. You didn't come off like any mother and daughter 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 front again.

As they neared Summer's theater Bobby tensed up because he didn't know how to proceed. He liked Bree a lot, but knew a farsighted space relationship was likely doomed. He liked Summer too, and since he had received Bree's initiative he had no guilt feelings about pursuing her. But he didn't know how, and didn't want to add up off like a jerk. Fortunately Summer bailed him out.

"Would you like to come in for a little bit ?"she said when he pulled up in front 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 tabulator as summer heated water for tea. The yearn weekend was winding down and that meant it would be back to put to work Monday morning. Summer asked Bobby about his job.

"I'm a salesman, not my natural calling to be sure, but I do okay. I have a immense territory and drive a lot. I'm spread pretty slenderize but it's not bad. I come to this area around the university once every pair of hebdomad. 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 next elbow room and sat together on the sofa.

"How did you get into that ?"

“"After I finished residential area college I got occupy in it and took a track and became certified."

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

"I assist the Doctor of the Church with examinations and testing and surgery and patient 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 neglect and the pathology we see from veterans is incredible, we are consistently amazed and see something new almost every day. oldtimer from World War II, Dae-Han-Min-Gook, Viet Nam, with disease and trauma and craters in their eyeballs. And they live with it. Not what you see at the distinctive eye doc's office."

"Sounds like a real eye-opener,"Bobby said.

Summer cracked up and laughed so strong she spilled hot tea on the table."You are so corny !"she said. Bobby chuckled and mopped up the tidy sum with a napkin.

"So, I guess the Doctor are hitting on you all the time,"he said.

summer blushed and laughed again."Sometimes,"she said."But I made that mistake once and won't again. The oculist in kick is chill ; His name is Richard, he's older and very knowledgeable and very dedicated. But well-nigh of the Dr. are oculist who come to the clinic to work for a class or two after they get out of school because it was part of the deal they made when they accepted their Ulysses Simpson Grant or learnedness or whatever. well-nigh are vitiate little terror who can't wait to finish their commitment so they can go out and make the big bucks and open a Pearle Vision or something."

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

"Can I ask you something ?"he said.

"Sure,"she said, picking a minuscule objet d'art of lint off of her skirt.

"wealthy person you thought about Fri 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 Nox 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 permit, of course."

Summer laughed."What about Bree ?"

"Hey, tone,"he said."Bree is a doll. And if I lived in New York, or she lived here…"

"Okay, I get it."

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

"You were the low gear selection for both of us. And when I heard you guys in her sleeping accommodation I knew we were both rightfulness. What about you ?"

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

Bobby moved a little closer to her on the couch.

"May I kiss you ?"he asked.

"Yes,"she said without hesitation.

Bobby put his mouthpiece to summer's and her lip parted, allowing his clapper to get in her mouth. Her lips were soft and absorbed his, and it felt like all four meshed into one. Their tongues did a sexy Triplochiton scleroxcylon and he put his arms around her and held her last. He probed her mouth and it felt turgid to him and he thought to himself that she probably knew how to use it. Her tongue was active voice too, exploring and tasting him. When they finally parted they both smiled.

"That was nice,"summer 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 beginning with tonight,"she said."It's been a long weekend and I have to go into work early tomorrow morning."

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

"Give me a yoke of day,"she said.

They shared another foresighted, hot osculation at the figurehead doorway as he was leaving. As Bobby got into his car he was feeling confident again. He thought : There is no way she could buss me like that if she was kissing me off.

-- --

That evening Bree called Summer to let her know that she'd had a suave drive and had made it back safely.

"Your fellow came on to me,"summer told her.

"That was fast,"Bree said."And he's not my boyfriend. It's backbreaking to take in a boyfriend who is 300 statute mile away. So did you go for it ?"

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

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

"fountainhead, I have to work early in the morning."

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

"I wanted to talk to you first. To crap 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 expert. That's a scratch line. What next ?"

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

-- --

Bobby phoned her on Tuesday night. They chatted for a few transactions before he got around to the role of the call.

"I've been thinking about kissing you for two days,"he said."I'd like to do some more of that."

"Okay."

"Would you like to receive 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 driving, we can just unstrain. I can fix us some drinks and we can purchase order takeout."

They agreed that it was a good plan. Bobby would be at her house at six and would pick up their dinner on the way. pizza and salad.

-- --

Bobby showed up on time. He knew right away that it was going to be a unspoiled dark. He was barely inside the door when, with a xvi in pizza box and two salads in his hands, summertime planted a quick, major osculation on his lips, and slid her teasing clapper in and out from between them quickly.

They went into the kitchen and Bobby put the nutrient on the table. He noticed immediately that Summer had prepared some beverages. There was a nursing bottle of wine and a bottle of rum and some beer and dope on the counter. She poured vino, he grabbed a beer.

summer was dressed casually, but hot as hell. She was barefoot and wore a slinky stale shoulder Edward Douglas White Jr. top, no bra, and paper thin, plaid Capri knickers showing a touch of cameltoe and her toned calf. Bobby was about to cream off his jeans.

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

They did, and summer had set it up nicely. There was a fake log burn in the open fireplace and several scented wax light lighted in the way, the ambiance manifest. They sat on the sofa together and they both knew why they were there. They made jobless yak for a couple minutes. Then Bobby looked around and took it all in : the lighting, the fire, the cd, the mood.

"This is so sang-froid,"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 grin."I believe you. I heard you and Bree in her room the other night."

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

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

Bobby slid over snug to her. With their bodies touching he put one arm around her back and the other on her hip and kissed her. Her lips parted and her body immediately relaxed into his, and pulling him close she kissed him, first with easy tonguing but soon with a suck, savage strength. They were making out in no time.

Bobby's hired man climbed from her hip to her breast, and summer's hired hand found his inner thigh. He thumbed her firm nipple while he palmed her soft tit through the cloth. She sighed from his touch, and her helping hand groped for his burgeoning shaft. He moved his mouth to her neck and smelling her sweet, subtle scent he sucked a wad of her skin into his mouth. She wrapped her fingers around his cock through his jeans and felt its hardness. He kissed her pectus above her tits and pulled the white fabric aside and put his mouth around her nipple.

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

He sucked her nipple and she moaned. She rubbed his tool and he groaned. Bobby pushed his dick into her hand, his mole telling her yes, ingest it. With one mitt she unzipped him and slipped her long finger's breadth inside his bloomers and ran her fingertips along the length of it. Bobby's handwriting was now in her crotch ; her branch closed tightly around it and he could palpate the affectionateness of her pussy. Summer yanked on his whack and loosened it, then managed to unsnap his blue jean. Her hand dove down and surrounded his balls.

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

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

summertime loved having her titties sucked. For her it was the prelude to everything and made everything better. Even though Bobby's cock was now arduous and yearn in her mitt, 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 backtalk around her allow nipple and suckled like a crave child.

"Oh God, yes,"summer blurted.

Bobby rubbed her twat and Summer tried to screw his hand. With his mouth doing a William Hoover on her pap and her right hand in his fuzz, she reached down with her left wing to where his hand was already hard at oeuvre. Her pants had a string tie and a three-inch slide fastener and were already dampish. With a shine one-two she untied and unzipped, giving Bobby's helping hand tot access. Then she took his hand and fed four digit into her and started vigorously fucking them. She kept her helping hand over his to make sure 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 snatch, her script on his, assisting him, her groin pressed onto him, attached like barnacles to a buoy bucking up and down on the wafture in a windy chop.

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

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

Bobby had never fisted a woman before, the approximation had never even crossed his thinker. But Summer kept directing traffic, and with her bridge player on his forearm she kept driving it into her. He sucked her knocker without chasteness, alternating left and right, not playing favorite, wanting to delight her like no man ever had. His prick was an iron rails, and soon her bridge player returned to grip its girth, but he knew his gratification could wait.

summertime crammed tit into his backtalk and humped his bridge player, and Bobby sucked with utmost pucker. Bobby's fist swung inside her like a clumsy, slaphappy boxer throwing slothful punches in abstruse water, but she keened in edgy pleasure with each plunge. The legs of the sofa squeaked with their movements.

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

Bobby bit playfully into her breast, eliciting another happy, reedy gripe. His spit slickened her skin and ran down his chin. Sweat brewed on his brow as he chomped away.

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

She came like a butch broke. Her body shook and Bobby felt the heated rush surround his hand. Her ass was on the bound of the couch and when her cum oozed out it dripped down her thigh and onto the carpet.

Bobby switched from sucking snack to sweet osculation as she released. Gradually her shiver eased into soft spasms until finally her in use crotch rested. Then she pulled his arm and he watched her vagina widen as his deal reemerged.

His clenched fist looked like a drowned foetus. He opened and closed his hand several fourth dimension and flexed his finger. He rubbed the gunk into summertime's leg. He looked up at her face and she wore a broad smile.

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

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

"This big gent has been patient,"she said, squeezing his cock."It's clock time to guide maintenance 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 relaxation of the way off, folded them and put them aside. She spread his peg 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 vex about yours ; it will be in my backtalk. Then she sucked his tempered cock in between her lips.

She had one hand on his balls and the former on his ass. Then with a little maneuvering of rim and mouthpiece she soon had all eight inches of his anxious cock embedded into her question. She was out of practice, she knew, and he was variety of expectant, but she wanted to do her just to draw it good for him, the way he had for her. She hoped she wouldn't gag.

No vexation. Bobby came in about XXX seconds. He'd been holding it back the whole time he was tit-sucking and fist-fucking. With a muffled roar his cum roiled and exploded up through him like a busted pipework. Summer pinched his ass cheeks as if to squeeze out every drop. She kept her mouth mashed around his vibrating pecker until the simmering ends of his throe. Cum escaped from the nook of her mouth when she smiled up at him.

-- --

They had their arms around each other on the couch, and shared intermittent osculation, their bodies naked and spent, temporarily at least. They didn't talk ; they basked in the wake of their sex, recovering. Bobby was happy that Summer wasn't a charwoman who talked too much, he wasn't in the mood for yakking. He was biding time, still frisky. He wanted to fuck her.

After a piece he initiated another kiss and while their tongues flirted he eased her onto her back on the sofa. He spread her branch and got on his genu between them. He grabbed her pelvis and yanked her eubstance to him, and she yelped as he scooted her ass up onto his chest. Her legs were now over his shoulders, her private parts in his face. He supported the cheeks of her ass with his laurel wreath and pulled her muffin to his lips. He kissed her second joint and licked the lips of her snatch, which was outdoors to him. She seemed shy at first, but reached uphill for him, and her fingertips found the fuzz on his wobbling psyche.

His tongue painted the soft, wet surface of her backtalk for several moment before he plunged his tongue into her pussy. Summer oohed and scrunched up but it still felt promiscuous to Bobby. So he sucked onto her swollen clit. That got her attention.

She locked her legs around his top dog and pushed her midsection into his face. He felt the cushioned resoluteness of her wizardly bean in his mouth and took it oceanic abyss, wanting to soak up another orgasm out of her before he mounted her, entered her and gave her a full pounding and another shot of his liquidness love. She squeaked when he slipped his mediate finger into her asshole. With the heighten grasp he was able to go her ass around and even closer, and her twat was scour nose drops against his face. With each suck and each grind of her seawall her gear up member filled Sir Thomas More of his back talk and his finger's breadth filled Thomas More of her asshole.

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

For a shortsighted time longer they rocked together, Bobby swallowing saliva in between sucking on her tool, and Summer's secretions oozing, her twat now an overflowing swamp getting ready for the news bulletin floodlight. Then the dam broke.

As soon as he felt its warmth Bobby dislodged his lips from her clit and lowered her ass onto the sofa so she could come downhill. summertime groaned loudly and her body shook as she discharged.

Bobby didn't time lag for her to finish. His cock was like a bad cop's nightstick : long, hard and cook to kick back ass. Summer was still tremoring when he slipped his prick into her soaked one-armed bandit and started pumping. His digit was still lodged in her ass.

"Yes, fuck me !"she blurted.

She put her blazon around his neck and squeezed him squiffy and pulled him close and kissed him, jamming her lingua into his mouth where her intumesce clit had just been.

Attached by their locked sass, his crank in her shaft and his finger up her ass, they started rocking the star sign. Bobby pounded her like he was trying to rap her into the basement and as he did she grunted with each push and pinched her fingerbreadth into his neck. He wondered if the sofa wouldn't have to give birth the bolts on its peg tightened after this. summer's legs were soon clutched around his, constricting, and her bitch was sucking his pulsating turncock as it drilled her. bit after sweaty minute she offered every feather inch of her slit to him as he fucked her.

They both grunted with each stab of their genitalia and fucked like they both needed it. Bobby became distracted for a second and Summer must have noticed because she squinched him tighter and rammed her snatch into him even harder. His psyche had wandered when he briefly thought of Bree.

But he got right back at it pretty agile, and started banging like a cherry bomb on New twelvemonth's Eve. Summer could feel it too, and she figured since she'd already dumped her cum on the shock 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 final great power suck of his tongue into her throat and squeezed his buttocks as hard as she could. She grinded her asshole strong and mysterious onto his fingerbreadth. Bobby answered by wiggling it and trying to pry a s finger in.

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

"Yes,"he said.

"leave it to me !"

Within seconds he did. With a strident groan his cum rose. It did a slow burn as it spurted up and out. He pushed his pecker into her as bass as he could and did the same with his finger up her ass. She was stroking her clit and swinging her mole hoping to derive with him.

She didn't miss by much. Bobby was on his fourth or fifth small fry, easing down, his body like viscid gelatin atop her, when Summer 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 summertime did her best to clean house up the cum puddles on the carpet and sofa. She didn't ask him to drop the night but she gave him a hell of a good-night candy kiss at the door. Bobby figured she liked fucking him but wasn't quite ready to wake up with him in the morning.

They got into the routine of hooking up every other Thursday eve ; these were the Clarence Shepard Day Jr. Bobby was in the field with his body of work. He'd go to summer's firm after work around five-thirty, they'd have a drink or two, some dinner and then start making out and go to the bedroom and fuck. And they'd screwing and suck as many different ways as they could until around ten o'clock. Then they'd kiss unspoiled dark and Bobby would labour home base, and they would both wake up in their own beds and be prepare for work in the morning.

This went on for several month. Every two weeks they'd have dinner, drunkenness and each other. No dates, no dinner party out, no going to the movies. Just eat, drink and go to bed. Bobby could see that summertime was trying to celebrate it casual and not get too attached. He was just a sustenance roll in the hay for her, he knew that. But he was okay with it because he knew from the start that there was probably no realistic hereafter for them anyway, and the sex was big. Plus he was keeping in touch with Bree, at least trying to.

Then one Thursday nighttime, right after a uproarious sixty-nine where they both came simultaneously into one another's boldness, Summer surprised him with a question.

"Are you busybodied 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 citizenry I work with. There will be a lot of shop talking, about orb and veteran soldier and patient 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 sleazy doctors hitting on you, huh ?"

"Something like that. I know someone 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 ?"

summer laughed."An indoor cookout. My boss, Richard, has it every class right before he takes vacation. He grills outside but the company's inside, lots of food and beer and wine. It starts around four o'clock and we'll be home by eight or nine. garb is very casual."

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

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

"I'll be with the prettiest adult female in the elbow room, how could I be bored buckram ?"She grabbed onto her paw and placed it over his hammer."This is what will be stiff."

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

"Sure."

"But I don't want you to prove me too a good deal tenderness in front of my co-workers."

"Okay."

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

-- --

They got to the party at a few hour after four on Saturday and it seemed like almost everyone was already there. It was a mix of ages and Bobby was surprised to see that many were around his own age. The young Dr. and their important others he supposed. They got a beer and wine and Summer made introductions.

Summer was aright about the oeuvre talk. After a while the MD and technical school, maybe seven or eight altogether had congregated on one English with Richard holding court, and the rest of the guests were scattered in modest group. Bobby diligently stood by, not saying much once the technical public lecture started, and fetched drunkenness, which were going down easy for both of them.

As Bobby listened he became more and more impressed with summertime as he heard her speak. Her knowledge was incredible. It was impossible to separate who was the tech and who was the doctor. She held her own with the stuck-up doctors and didn't hesitate to keep her primer and disagree with them on a few occasions. And whenever they turned to Richard to settle it, Summer was always right, her obvious knowledge on full display.

dinner was an assortment of burgers and frank and volaille and a motley of salads. And more beer, vino and store talk of course. Bobby ended up having a pretty good time : barren food, free beer and he was very proud of Summer. And he told her so on the drive back to her house.

"red cent, summertime, that was impressive. You really make out your shit !"

"What ?"she asked.

"I was proud of you back there. You know a lot more than those la-di-da physician. Over and over you were right and they didn't know what the infernal region they were talking about. I could assure Richard was impressed too."

"Really ?"

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

"Yeah, right."

"I'm grave ! You should look into it. You've had college and year of experience. There must be some boost placement test you can take…"

"God, that could take years."

"So what, the time will pass anyway, right ? And you already know more than most of those bozos you're working with, you'll probably breeze right through ! And another thing…"

"What's that ?"

"hearing to all that medicinal technical ophthalmic medico talk has got me horny as hellhole !"He put his hand between her legs.

She removed his hand from her crotch."pile Boy, wait till we get home. Keep your eyes on the road."

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

-- --

That night they had the wildest sex ever. Bobby was on a roll. He was fast-growing and talked dirty and they fucked the mother fucker out of each other. He peppered his monologues with ‘ Doctor this'and ‘ Doctor that'in between his candy kiss and licks and suction and screwing. He told summer he never knew a doctor could be such a good shtup and how he never knew doctor snatch could try so safe. He rimmed her butthole and told her how lots he liked her Doctor ass. And doctors give good head too, he said.

In between her suspiration and groan of pleasure summer told him numerous clock time to knock off the doctor talk.

"Sure, Doc,"he said.

Bobby ended up spending the night and waking up with summertime for the first and only time. In the morning he woke up with a prospicient, voiceless erection.

"Good morning, Doctor,"he said. summer's fount curled into mock annoyance."I need a doctor's care."

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

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

"well, maybe we should take you to the emergency room,"she said playfully.

"No, I think it needs immediate attention !"

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

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

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

-- --

After a forenoon romp in the hay they showered and were having java 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 want 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 mulct. Worrying about getting her sewer cleaned on her firm. I don't want her up on ladder. She was in a relationship with a nice man for days and he used to need concern of that kind of hooey, 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 bath. But it's a split spirit level so on half the mansion the trough are two stories high instead of one."

"Does she have an extension run ?"

"I think she does. Why ?"

"If she can get the ladder I'll neat her gutters for her."

"You will ?"

"Sure. Can she wait until following 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 very much,"Summer said. Then she called her mother back and set it up for the trace Saturday. Ella was appreciative but didn't ask how it was that Summer had been in contact so quickly with the untested man her granddaughter Bree had brought to brunch.

-- --

Bobby wasn't looking forward to getting up early on a Saturday to go clean nasty, smelly rainfall trough. He had surprised himself by volunteering. But he would do it, a decent gesture for a nice woman, the mother of his older lover and newest favorite ‘ Doctor ’.

He woke up other Saturday and dressed in his worst clothes : Ratty jeans, sweatshirt, Theodore Harold White windsock and an old pair of fink, set for dirty study. He wanted to get an early start because the forecast called for rainfall by the afternoon. On the way he stopped by a fund and bought some overweight trash handbag and rubber gloves.

He pulled into Ella's driveway at quarter-till-nine. He looked at the house and it was great than he'd hoped for. Tall trees surrounded it and needed to be cut back so there was no doubt in his psyche the gutter 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 tread toward his car, her late-fifties body looking thin and snip and much younger in broken-in Saint Matthew's and a light flannel blouse. Her blonde-gray hair was in a braided ponytail that hung down her back.

They greeted and said their how-do-you-do. Ella thanked him and started in about what she would pay him but Bobby told her to blank out it. They agreed on a free dejeuner. Then Ella showed him the garage where a big extension phone ravel was leaning against the wall.

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

"commodity idea,"Bobby said."I'll take care of it."She thanked him, and their eyes lingered a bit. She turned and went back into the house. He stared at her target. He thought it was a fairly gracious butt. Then he went to work.

He lugged the ladder outside. He started with the higher sewer naturally. He set up the run, put on his boxing glove and grabbed a hired hand trowel and a trash bag and climbed up. The gutters were filled with rancid stinky putrid folio and snails and dung and shit. He grabbed the dirt, raked the shit, and scooped the cocksucker into grip. He went up and down the run legion fourth dimension. He moved the ravel around, dragged the bags up and down and pulled the lengthy garden hose up top to flush water through the gutter to strip them out. He went around the whole house cleaning out the trough and filling bags with malodourous goop.

After a few time of day a storm was brewing. The rainfall started, and within a bit it was a torrent and Bobby was soaked. He was just about done when the firstly bolt of lightning struck, and not too far away. He receded down the ravel as fast as he could. His slimy skid slid off of the rain-slickened second-to-last gradation and he fell. Ass-backwards into a puddle of mud.

He'd been stunk up with firearm of rotten ceiling gutter Casimir Funk all sunup long, all over his clothes, his facial expression, in his tomentum. 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 wish-wash bags 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 garage and knocked on the kitchen door.

"Come on in,"Ella called.

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

"Oh my goodness !"she said,"You poor thing. delay one minute, I'll be properly back."She returned in XXX mo and handed him a towel and a robe."Get undressed and put this on. Then I'll throw your clothes in the washer.

He happily did as he was told. He stripped down to cypher, toweled off and wrapped the robe around his body. He carried his saturate clothes into the kitchen. Ella was in the conterminous laundry way getting the washing machine ready.

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

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

Bobby ran the water supply hot and scrubbed himself top to bottom with Ivory soap. He shampooed his hair until it squeaked. He didn't have a cockscomb so his hair stayed a wet, tangled flock. He put the robe on and tied it around him. It was a few sizes too small for him. He went back to the kitchen self-conscious about how only a thin layer of terrycloth textile was all that covered his naked body and freshly-washed penis.

Ella was putting the final touches on tiffin : tuna salad on toast, soup, bit and lemonade.

"Feel better ?"she asked as she put the dental plate on the table.

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

Bobby was wolfish so he ate and imbibe with gusto. Ella soon refilled his drinking glass with lemonade and his arena with soup. They talked as they ate and the violent storm raged outside. Ella asked about Bree, was Bobby in touch ? He said they were for a while but not lately ; he liked her a lot but long distance relationships really don't work. He recapped how they had met that Fri Nox at the Vous and had all hit it off right away.

They cleared the tabular array and put the dishful in the dishwasher. They stood at the sink and stared out the window and follow streams of rainwater flow across the methamphetamine pane. The violent storm had increased in intensity with hard rainwater, stiff jazz and thunder.

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

"Right,"Bobby said."respectable 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 ?"

"finis enough,"she said.

Ella opened the icebox and took out an unopened 46-ounce bottle of Spicy V-8 succus and a jar of horse radish. She poured out some of the succus into a spyglass and scooped horseradish into the bottle. She reached down under the sink and pulled out a fifth part of vodka and poured it into the juice bottle until it was filled. Then she added Strategic Arms Limitation Talks and capsicum and hot sauce. She tightened the cap and shook the bottle up and down and around as arduous as she could.

She showed Bobby where the glassware was and Bobby filled two roller with ice. Ella poured the deep red mixture into the glasses.

"There,"she said,"That should do it. And plenty Sir Thomas More where that came from. Let's go into the bread and butter way, shall we ?"

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

They took their hind end on the lounge. As he sat Bobby had to reach 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 somebody who didn't miss much. They sipped their drinks and began talking.

get-go, they talked about Ella's home. Bobby told her how squeamish it was, and commented about how big her trees were in the yard and how they were almost touching the roof and should be trimmed back before too long. He also mentioned that the Natalie Wood privacy fence enclosing the back yard had a bit of split or missing spline, but that would be an easy fix and he'd be glad to take forethought of it for her.

Ella opened up about her friend, the man summertime had mentioned to him. His name was Al and they were skinny comrade for yr. He used to take guardianship of all the outdoors task but he died the year before of a heart and soul onrush. She felt lost sometimes ; stuck in indifferent when it came to the grounds.

After about half an hour of chit-chat Ella touched his hand again, sending another sparkler up his forearm and down to his groin.

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

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

"superpower'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 muckle of these,"Bobby said, holding up his drink.

"Thank God for the minuscule things."She handed the catch to him and added,"Here, light the candela in the living way. I'll be right hand back. I'm going to pull your clothes out of the dryer and put them on hangers to dry. I don't know how long the tycoon will be out."

Bobby took a salubrious draft of his boozing and then topped off his glass. He lighted the candles in the living room. The afternoon was glum and stormy exterior and the flickering flames gave the way a cosy, more intimate feel.

Ella returned in a match minutes and sat down on the sofa adjacent to him. She took a sip of her drink and smacked her lips.

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

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

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

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

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

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

They looked at each other in the soft, wavering light and both had subtle, amused smiles on their faces. Bobby realized that in the net thirty or forty seconds their interaction had suddenly made a heavyweight jump and crossed some variety of argumentation. He didn't know what contrast it was but he could feel it, a new level of intimacy had been reached. He looked her over again and liked what he saw. Her white top did not come along to be as loosen as it was before. Her jeans held snug to her slight branch and showed wearable on her knees, butt and privates. She had gotten rid of her place. He was seated column inch away from her and was wearing her gown and nothing else. He felt a fuss down below. He thought of Bree and her scissor-fucking and her limber ramification practically wrapped around her own oral sex, and drilling her juicy, open twat. Then of Summer, fisting her, and their bi-weekly maintenance shtup. But here he was now, practically naked and seated following to Ella, and he couldn't believe the opinion he was having. He was imagining all the things 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 gutters. It is such a grime job and it's such a nasty day."

"You're welcome. And it's not so bad inside, with a squeamish lunch, good boozing and good fellowship. And I'll come next Sabbatum and mend your fencing. That will be an easier job. There're only a handful of spline that need to be replaced ; the others just need some smart nails."

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

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

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

"Uh, another free lunch. to a greater extent Bloody Mary. More lively conversation."

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

"Well, that's my toll. Unless we can cogitate of something else,"he said. Ella's eyes were wide 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 tope ?"she asked.

"Not really, I thought maybe you were trying to get me drink in. But it's a good day for it, don't ya recall ?"

"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 sink. He dug ice regular hexahedron out from the freezer and tonged them into the glasses. He shook the V-8 bottle vigorously and was pouring the red mix into the looking glass when Ella came to the counter and stood adjacent to him. She reached down and picked up her spyglass, took a tidy swig and put it back down. She turned to him.

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

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

"No, tell me,"he replied.

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

She pulled his arm closer to her as she moved closer to him. She leaned her face to his and kissed him on the brim. Any angst she'd had about it was erased immediately. Bobby's lips parted and his tongue instantly searched for hers. Her former hand was soon on his hip and his arms were halfway around her spinal column. Their natural language did soft whirls and twirls, each exploring a sword new mouth, and their first kiss lingered on. Her fingers dug into his cutis through the thin cloth of her robe and his men explored her broken book binding. His penis grew between his legs.

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

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

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

"Almost twenty-six."

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

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

"Oh, really ? And what does that stand for ?"

"It means we should snog whomever we want ; fifty-eight, twenty-eight, 26, whatever."He pulled her a little unaired and put his hand on her face."Besides, you look a lot younger than that. It's obvious where Bree's and summertime's foxy noblewoman factor came from."

He pulled her headway to his and kissed her. Their lip spread apart in unison and their mouths were spread for patronage. He pulled her tightly against him with one hand in the modest of her rachis and the former on her ass. Bobby's peter was unvoiced and Ella felt it pressing against her. It had been quite a while for her and her brain was a whirlwind of mental confusion wondering what the the pits she was doing and imagining what it would feel like inside her. She found herself pushing her torso against it, absorbing its readiness. Her pussy was suddenly anxious and wet. ‘ God what are we doing ?'she thought.

Without missing a cadence and with their backtalk still locked and their tongues doing a sexy dance, Ella's finger found the twine on her robe and she pulled on it. The robe loosened, then opened, and she found his engorged putz with her hand. She gripped her fingers around its girth and stroked him and they kissed even harder.

"Let's go into the bedroom,"Ella said, half out-of-breath. Bobby nodded. She held his cock like an eight-inch handle and led him to her bedroom. They embraced in the dim luminance, their kisses punctuated by heartbeat of lightning and claps of thunder outside the bedroom windows. Ella pushed the robe over his berm and let it fall 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 sparse and her pelt was taut but for a couple fine seam on her flavourless tum. Her shoulders and arms were toned, not too skinny, and her breasts were small-to-medium size of it with minimal sag. There was a dispirited tattoo of a peace of mind preindication just above her right breast. Summer had been right : her mom was a hippie holdover. A very aphrodisiacal hippie holdover.

With his arms around her he pushed her onto the bed. They kissed passionately for several arcminute as their hands roamed over fresh human body. But soon Bobby's lips had moved to other places. He kissed her neck opening and licked her pinna and sucked the peace foretoken into his mouth. When he nibbled on her right nipple Ella let out a screechy moan of pleasure.

As he tit-sucked her, playing no favorites between the two, he started working on her jeans. She helped him as best she could and soon she had squirmed out of them nearly of the way. With her jeans and panties now at her ankle joint, Bobby moved down to the infantry of the bed and pulled them off the sleep of the way. He spread her pegleg and knelt between them. He took his first smell at her twat. 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 second joint, back and Forth, inching toward her glinty gash. She was hissing and squirming with anticipation, and when he finally buried his typeface into her she squealed with delight.

"Oh my God,"she stammered.

He licked her lips and lipped her clit and she squirmed as if her nerve end were on overload. He gripped the cheeks of her ass tightly to stabilize her privates as he drilled his mouth into it. It helped a trivial but still her cunt 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 workplace. He held her ass firm and plastered his sassing to her cocked appendage. He sucked away and squeezed her buttocks. Slowly he felt her relax and her movement fell in rhythm with his. For various min they worked together like this, her genitals pushed against his human face, him sucking her button, his spit tasting her bladderwrack and his nostril breathing in her musky scent.

His tool was now a brick. His lip were turning to jelly and his jaws ached. He was gear up to fuck. He gave her one last major clit chomp, eliciting a screech from Ella, before he moved up so her impregnate pussy rim were kissing the capitulum of his cock. Atop her, he stared into her liquid eyes.

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

"Believe it."

"You're very handsome. But I'm thirty yr older…"

"I still think you're hot."

"roll in the hay my brains out,"she whispered.

Bobby slipped his dick into her douse sink and felt her strong wet walls around it, welcoming him in. He started slowly, in and out, familiarizing himself with her cunt and her muscles. He'd push button his entire length 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 fiddling faster and hold it for a patch, getting in sync and in melodic line like a classical dyad. Adagio, then andante, then allegretto, then allegro, and finally Presto !, and they were fucking and bucking like pistons on a runaway train.

Their faces were inch apart as they fucked, their all-encompassing, enraptured optic locked-in. They both grunted with every thrust until Bobby kissed her and started stabbing her mouth with his knife. His hired man were on her abut cheeks and his digit inched toward her asshole. He wanted to fuck all three of her trap at once.

"Hippie-fucking is dependable ’, Bobby thought to himself, as they pounded away. Free love and peacefulness and all that bastard. He closed his center and slammed her as hard and fast as he could. Ella screamed and climaxed in a series of savage slip shimmy shakes beneath him as he banged her. He felt her hot succus surround his cock and ooze out onto his bollock. His sexual climax was not far behind.

His cum rose up like a prison house riot, his sperm cell fighting to get out. It was an ecstatic pulsing stream and he felt a sting in his cock as he came ; his fiddling prisoners were burning down the house. He roared as he released. With retell sensual trembles he uploaded his seed into her until finally he collapsed onto the bed beside her.

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

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

They held each former in silence for many minute of arc. They listened to their breathing spell and felt the ennoble heaves of their chests. The storm 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 mightiness,"Ella said."secure timing. I'm going to run and put your dress in the drier. Don't go away."She kissed him and got up out of bed. Bobby watched her au naturel hippy ass as she walked out the bedroom door.

Bobby was sitting up in bed when she returned a few minutes later with her hands replete. She carried two glasses and a small jar.

"vitality potable,"Ella said, handing him a fresh Bloody Virgin Mary. She put the jar on the nightstand.

They sat in bed and sipped their drinks. wellspring, Ella sipped but Bobby gulped. The V-8 gave him a vitamin jolt. He was pretty sure as shooting his limp dick moved. When his drink was two-thirds gone he put the trash on the tabular array 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 ingenious,"and kissed him.

The osculation quickly escalated and in no time their tongues were dancing and their hands were prancing. And Bobby's dick moved all right, growing like Pinocchio's nose on a bad day, and Ella couldn't keep her paw off of it. She couldn't keep open her mouth off of it either.

She went down on him and stroked his balls with one hand and took his cock into her backtalk. Ella was a loud dickhead 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 clod as he gently fucked her face.

For several minutes 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 quick walls of her cunt. She started fucking even before he did.

In a fast mo they were in a fucking raceway chasing after their adjacent orgasms. They pumped in hard, foresightful strokes, the mind of Bobby's dick aiming for the end of Ella's burrow. They fucked in determined secretiveness, no moans or groans or grime talk, just the squeak 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 oil. She opened it in a hurry and the lid scooted onto the floor. She scooped some oil into her deal and reached behind her and slipped her sebaceous fingers into her butthole. Then she sloshed to a greater extent 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 cigaret. She spread her boldness with her digit and her asshole was open for him."Fuck me in the ass."

Bobby put the chief of his hawkshaw right up to her open gob and pushed. Ella took a cryptic breath and let out a hoarse suspiration when he entered her. He pushed his cock into her.

"Ooh, that feels big,"she said.

"You okay ?"he asked.

"Yes, you ?"

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

"Good. Now bed me."She put her finger on her waterlogged button and felt herself.

Bobby pushed again, easing it in. It was a pixilated but fluid glide and he was surprised at how easily it slid in, how sublime the pressure felt around his stopcock, and how quickly he was vigorously driving his hawkshaw into the depths of her ass.

Ella was into it. She was slapping her clit like a bass string and pushing her ass into him, matching him thump for thump. Bobby was digging it too, in to a greater extent fashion than one. He drilled her with a cacoethes, will his semen up for another ride out into the raging aristocratical yonder. He knew he wouldn't survive long at the rate he was going so after a couple minutes he slowed his pace.

"Don't stop !"Ella wheezed."continue it up."

So he did and within five or six more than strokes his river was rising. With a flashy groan and a volcanic quaver his cum surged through his shaft and spurted multiple times into the abstruse ambit of Ella's rectum. Even after he'd scene his last pearl he kept his gumshoe embedded in her ass as she frantically worked her shaft in an movement to coax her unleashing.

After a bit Bobby pulled his cock out of her arsehole with a wet, sucking thwap and scooted down the bed. He put his face in her crotch and his oral fissure on her inflated creature. Ella ceded it immediately and put her workforce on the book binding of his head. She shoved her clitoris deep into his mouth with all her might care she was grinding dentition. Bobby sucked on her clit the same way she had sucked his cock : forcefully. He felt the pressure of her athletic groyne on his face and inhaled the funky penchant and scent of her sex. He could palpate his own cum on his chin as it seeped out of her asshole.

It didn't take much tenacious. Ella started shaking like a geartrain that had jumped the track. She groaned and shook and screamed ‘ Oh Fuck !'as she climaxed. Bobby's lips 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 clip they dragged their asses out of bed. Bobby took a exhibitioner and his dress were clean, dry and neatly folded on the toilet seat when he got out. He found Ella in the kitchen.

"Thank you, Bobby. And not just for doing the oeuvre 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 joy. And you are a sexual dynamo."

"Oh, please,"she said.

"I was sober about fixing your fence succeeding week. Even before…"

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

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

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

"Okay, I promise. I'll have to think of something else,"he said with a smiling. He kissed her and took one concluding taste of her and their natural language said a slow goodbye.

-- --

The next few days were just like any early hebdomad and Bobby was looking forward to going back to Ella's. The fence job would be easy, maybe an hr and a half of study, and he'd get a lunch and maybe get laid again.

He picked up the fencing fabric and nails on Friday. Saturday was a clear, sunny day so there would be no chance of falling in the mud and getting trapped inside by a storm. He showed up at about nine a.m. and went to work. He'd only been there for a few transactions 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 room access and Ella was standing in the entree to the life room. She was barefoot and was wearing the Saame robe he had worn the Saturday before. Her hair was up on top of her head.

"There's been a picayune alteration of programme,"Ella said."I won't be able-bodied to deliver you for lunch."

"Oh, that's okey,"Bobby said, trying not to sound disappointed.

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

"No problem, I understand."

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

"Happy birthday,"Bobby said."I wish I'd known. I would induce brought you a gift."

"You did,"she said.

She took a dance step closer. She reached between his stage and took his cock in her script. She kissed him, and her spit did a momentary slither in his mouth.

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

She pulled him a couple whole step to the lounge. She sat and pulled down his pants. His hammer was already at full care. She kissed it and licked his balls. She took it into her mouth.

The totally shebang was over in less than thirty minutes. She sucked him to completion and a week's Charles Frederick Worth of his stored-up cum erupted into her mouth. Then her robe opened and Bobby twirled her onto the lounge and buried his face into her twat for a few bit until she came. Then he mounted her and started fucking her. He'd been going at it for a couple transactions before he noticed the jar of coconut meat oil on the chocolate table. He reached over and grabbed it and held it up.

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

He turned her over. Her butt was slick, the residue of lubing herself. He oiled his cock and fucked her ass until he came. He withdrew his cock from her ass and inserted in into her soupy cunt and rammed her doggy-style for a yoke more than transactions 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 dandy way to pop out the day. But you'll have to justify me. I need to shower and get ready."She kissed him, picked up her gown 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 summertime drove up. She parked her car and came up to him. He felt a trivial awkward and didn't know whether to kiss 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 telephone you Doc."

"Huh ? What do you mean ?"

"Because I hear you are quite a handyman. The gutters, the fence, and Mom said you got her backdoor 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 apprise it. Now we're going to lunch to celebrate her birthday."

"have fun. And don't pledge too many mimosa !"Bobby said.

"You mean bloody Blessed Virgin,"Summer said with a wink. She turned and walked into the house.

-- --

matter started to get weird after that. The adjacent Thursday would give been Bobby's Nox to see summertime but he couldn't get cargo deck of her. When he finally did hand her a few days later she was noncommittal and form of blew him off. That was a start.

He called Ella and told her the odd-job man was calling to see if she had any chores she needed him to take care of, in the one thousand, on the roof, or in the bedroom. She laughed but said although it was tempting she didn't think it was a sound idea. Too close for puff with summertime and everything. Evidently Ella didn't know—or didn't want to have sex -- Bobby had been Summer's steady bedmate and Summer didn't want him screwing her female parent.

Bobby thought about the last few month with amazement. He had had a state of nature weekend with a unseasoned hot dancer named Bree. Then he'd had a numeral of unbelievable night with her hot Mom, Doctor summertime. And finally a couple uncivilised romps of hippie sex with Ella. Sexually it had been the most fruitful period of his life. And now suddenly, as if flipping a switch, the rainy season was over and he was back in the desert.

He sent an email to Bree in an campaign to pick up up, but they hadn't been in skin senses for a spell and doubted he would try back. Out of sight, out of head, you know how that goes.

-- --

Bobby went to work every day with his olfactory organ to the grindstone, trying to forget about his sexcapades. Although he would play back the experiences in his idea, it wasn't that hard to put almost of it behind him and just chalk it up to ships passing in the night. He knew there was no rattling future with summer ; there was the big age conflict, and she just needed to get place and he was convenient. And what happened with Ella was an accident of fate ; it would never have happened if he hadn't fallen in the mud and been stranded in her rest home by the violent storm and ended up naked 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 months later when out of the blue on a Th evening Bobby received a call option from Summer. When he saw her gens displayed on his phone he froze for a sec. He debated whether to let it go to voicemail but he couldn't.

"hello, Summer ?"he said tentatively.

"Yes, Bobby. How are you ?"

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

"I'm fine,"she said, and launched right into the determination of her call."feeling Bobby, I know it has been a while and I hope you don't mind my calling but I thought you should hump. It concerns Bree."

"Bree ? Is something wrong ? 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 song and dance revue for high up school and college students."

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

"No, she still does. She's been commuting back and Forth and staying with me for a few hebdomad while she worked on the production. She'll be going back soon. She has asked about you, and I think she wanted to call you, but she has been so busy, she's been putting in sixteen hour days. And I think she may throw felt odd calling since she had not done a good job of keeping in touch. Anyway, I wanted to call you in sheath you would want to know."

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

"The final performances are this weekend : Tomorrow dark, Saturday Night and a Sunday matinee."She went on to secern 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 leave you a slate at the box office."

-- --

Bobby was walking on air for two days. On Sabbatum evening he got to the theater plenty early. He'd made certainly he dressed and looked and smelled salutary. He picked up his tag and there was a abbreviated note paper-clipped to it. It read : ‘ Hi Bobby, So glad you could total ! Meet me at the substructure of the stage right after the display. Bree ’.

It was a great arse. Center section, third row, aisle backside. He looked around the small field. It seated three or four hundred and had high roof, pendant and a small balcony. There was a striation tuning up on one side of meat of the base. He read through the playbill and saw Bree's name in a few different places : artist-in-residence, choreography, and in respective different Book of Numbers. The show was an olio of song and terpsichore numbers from Broadway musicals.

The display was very professionally done even though near of the performers were amateurs. Bobby was particular impressed with the chick named Bree. Not only with her saltation, but her singing ! The little girl had a beautiful set of pipe to go along with the rest of her which was pretty damn good too. She sang ‘ floorshow'and he felt like she was singing directly to him. It brought the menage down and he had half a hard-on by the clip it was over.

After the show the spark went up and the audience streamed toward the rear way out but Bobby had a short walk to the degree. Bree was there in endorsement, in costume and caked with make-up.

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

"God, Bree, you were large ! What a wonderful display, and I didn't know you could sing like that !"

"Oh, thank you, so gladiolus you liked it. We worked hard on it."

"It shows !"

"lack to go get a drunkenness or something ?"she asked.

"Absolutely !"

"Great. meet me around back at the stage entranceway. render me about XV hour, okay ? I need to vary and get cleaned up. See ya."She kissed him on the cheek and disappeared backstage.

-- --

Bobby had pulled his car around back and was leaning against the driver's door when Bree emerged from the vertebral column of the theater. She was a beautiful sight for his sore eyes. She wore the same tight jeans and red sweater she'd worn on the night they'd met. The pancake had been washed from her font and she looked delectable. She strutted toward him with a gym bag in her helping hand. Bobby opened the passenger doorway for her and she got in.

They went to a lowly locality bar a few blocks from the theatre of operations and sat in a booth facing one another. They ordered a pitcher of beer. Bobby suggested food but Bree said she was too wound up to eat.

"God, it's secure 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 trance up. Bree told Bobby how sorry she was that they had lost touch. He said he was too. They talked about the appearance. She told him how she'd become involved with the production.

"My old dancing teacher is on the module at the university, in the field of operations fine art and Dance department. She was always an inspiration and a mentor and she always encouraged me. We've kept in contact over the years. Anyway a few months ago she asked if I could aid her put the show together, perform and coach and mentor the shape. She had some extra money in the budget. I said yes and here I am."

"The show was great. And you look gravid. And God, I knew you could trip the light fantastic but had no idea you could sing like that. You are amazing !"

"Thank you,"she said."We were pretty happy with the result."She reached over and reach Bobby's hired man."It's so proficient 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 opportunity,"Bobby said."Once she called I couldn't postponement for tonight."He took her deal and raised it to his mouth and kissed it. He detected wetness in her eyes.

"I'll be right back,"Bree said, and she rose to go to the toilet facility. Bobby ordered another pitcher of beer.

Bree returned, sat down and took a swig 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 happen variety of naturally. I'm sorry, but ..."

"Don't apologize, it's OK. 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 gran !"

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

"It's okay, Bobby, it's okay. She must sustain needed it too."After a short suspension she added,"Maybe you've found your true calling."

"Oh yeah, what's that ?"

"Gigolo."

Bobby was drinking and he laughed so knockout 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 ground who's done all three of us."

Bobby smiled sheepishly and stared at his beer.

"And you know, Bobby, you may not realize 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 kind of dumped a nerdy guy she'd been seeing. We liked meeting you cat and she was attracted to you and she has her motivation so it made sentience for you two to knock off up even it was only impermanent. But you really made her finger full about herself. She told me about you going to the company with her and how you praised her for her knowledge and called her ‘ MD'and encouraged her to back to school. 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 party she met a man and they've become pretty serious about each other. He's an ophthalmologist who came to act upon in her clinic for three workweek while her boss was on holiday. His name is Gerry. He was just as impressed with her expertise as you were. And now she's taking classes, and making plans to join his practice as an optometrist.

"And my nan was in kind of a rut when you went over to her house and fell in the mud. She had lost a dear admirer, a man she'd been very close to, the year before. And she was stuck in a John Roy Major funk and couldn't get out. There was this man named Moe, another old hippie who owns five or six health food stores, and he had been asking her out for month but she'd been turning him down. But whatever clicked between you and her that day did the illusion. You made her experience sexy and worthy again and she got up the courage to call Moe and see if his invitation was still good. It was and now they're talking about moving in together."

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

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

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

Bobby squeezed her handwriting."What is it ?"

"Thank you for listening. It feels soundly to talk about it. A few weeks ago I found out my roommate is giving up the flat when the rental is up. I have to determine whether to try to keep it, regain a new roommate in a city full of maniac, or try to find another shoes, which is no easy chore. All while working and trying to roll for gigs.

"Or, I have another opportunity which has come up. My old teacher has offered me a staff spot here at the university working in her section. I would assist on all the output, recitals, auditory modality, as well as any early chore they have for me. But I would run on choreography and be involved in the creative process, which I love, and mentor the students if they needed individual aid. The job wouldn't pay a whole lot, but would be liveable, and one of the perks is I could take three course credits for free every semester and in the summertime sitting to work toward a degree. But I'd have to obtain a place to survive, get a car, and root out my spirit from what it's been the finish few years.

"So, do I maintain slogging away in New York, scuffling for work, and sacrifice up on a dream ? Or do I move back, take a job I know I'd enjoy and be well at, but play it safe ?"

"You could look at it as a dandy chance, a new chapter in your lifespan. The liberate classes are a large bonus. And if you would need to make excess money, I know I could Holy Scripture us a few lance a calendar week as a duo ; with your looks and your voice we'd be gold. But the master point is this : You've gained incredible experience the last few yr. And that experience could actually possess a priceless effect on the scholarly person you come in impinging with. It could be very rewarding for you and for them."

"You really think so ?"

"Of course of instruction !"

"That's what my instructor said."

"She's powerful. I'd bet few if any people in that department birth had the experience you have. All the sense of hearing, the molding calls, and the performances you've done. That could be priceless to younger students."

The second pitcher was almost empty. Bobby poured what was left of the beer into their fall guy. Each mug had about two taste in it.

"Are you occupy tomorrow night ?"Bree asked.

"I just cleared my slate,"Bobby said.

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

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

"No, not at all. Please come, I don't want to be a 5th wheel. The women all agree it is a good idea. And the men both said they'd love to adjoin you. And don't worry, neither one of them knows that you got there first."

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

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

"Flounder Fred's !"

"That's veracious. And after dinner and the old folks leave, we can have a trivial time to ourselves."

Bobby drove Bree to summer's sign of the zodiac. They had a dainty kiss in his car and he waited until she was in the mansion and flashed the porchlight before he drove off.

-- --

Dinner was set for seven-thirty. After a brief stop at the Holiday Inn down the pulley, Bobby arrived early and waited in the lobby. At about five minutes till seven the older folks arrived. summertime looked alright as ever in a red dress and with longer hair, now several inches down her cover. Ella was slender and vibrant in a squiffy sinister top and sloppy flowery trouser. He was pleasantly storm when Summer and Ella both hugged him without hesitation, thus breaking any ice.

Introductions had just been made when a taxi pulled up to the front entrance and Bree appeared. They were seated promptly and dinner went well. summer and Ella gave him a sideways glance here and there but it was not uncomfortable at all. Conversation was detached and easy, often focused on Bree's production, and Bobby really enjoyed it. Gerry was a handsome guy, maybe a few years older than summer, and had a pretty good sense of humor. And Moe was a tangible piece of work, big and bold, funny remark as hell and had a ponytail almost as foresighted as Ella's.

After dinner they all said their goodbyes in the lobby. By this time the place had thinned out so they took a private booth in the bar and ordered cognacs. Drinks they could hold and widen the evening. At first they talked about how well dinner had gone and how often they both liked Gerry and Moe. Then the conversation shifted to Bree's quandary. A determination would take in to be made soon.

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

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

"I think so,"Bobby said softly. They were peering into each other's'eye, 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 board. He'd reserved a room hoping for the best.

Bree's oculus became leaky saucers. She smiled but started crying softly. Then she reached into her purse and pulled out a room key from the Holiday Inn down the street and put it on the table following to the other one. Her smile widened but her binge increased.

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

"Well, well,"he said."It's unfeigned : Great minds think alike !"

Fortunately they were able-bodied to wobble one of the reservations to the following Nox. Bobby figured he had two sidereal day to win over her that moving back abode was the decently thing to do .