Mortified. If Ron had thought of the word he might have used it to draw how he felt at the instant -- so embarrassed and so angry at himself that he wanted to crawl into a muddle and never come out. He had been so freakin'stunned !

She said she was going to the grocery store !

He usually locked his door when he did it, but he had been in such a freakin'rush to get to his room to goggle at Mrs. Gregerson sunning at her pool, her freakin'bikini top undone, her one-half way properly ass barely covered. He ran up the steps, praying, hoping that he'd get to his sleeping accommodation window and not lack it, if and when she propped herself up with her elbow joint to contact for her ice tea or whatever the perdition she drank. Last week when she did that she had twisted her torso and he had seen her raw tits for at least five irregular.

Even without the bare tit or teat, he'd still have a good clock time beating off, watching her, thinking about how undecomposed it would be to fuck her, then shoot his jizz all over her face, her tit, her ass. He'd look at her nearly naked body and call up about ramming his cock into her, just like in the porno vids his friend Josh would let him rend when the coach wasn't in the depot. Ron had made written matter of ten of them with his two VCR.

observance Mrs Gregerson sunning was almost better than beating off to the porn vids, actually, each made the other wagerer. Without the porn vids, he would never have thought of ramming his shaft into her hot asshole, or rough piece of ass her mouth or having his cock between her big tits, her script holding those big fleshy orbs together making a tit-cunt for his sliding bastard then shooting his wad all over them. And when he watched the porn vids on the days Mrs. G sunned, he'd imagine the chick in them to be Mrs. Gregerson, begging for it in her ass, or it would be her screaming, " Harder ! Harder ! Ron ! Fuck me laborious ! "

He would watch her from his chamber window, usually naked himself, his palm all slicked up with hand lotion, yanking his nut case seeing her nearly naked on that cushioned sequoia chaise, but also seeing her in his mind, fucking her, fucking her so good, so hard, her rima oris, her cunt, her asshole, and the jazz band of that would make him cum so freakin'hard he'd shoot jiz onto the window sometimes, and it felt so damn secure while his mother fucker pumped, but then fifteen minutes later he'd feel so damn ashamed, not only for being a perv, but for his nearly complete failure with girls.

He wasn't a Virgin, he had hooked up twice, fucked both chicks, not total dogs, but he wouldn't have been interested in either of them if he had been sober. He had a few " Clinton " hookups too when he had been drunk but he now no longer counted those as anything. When he liked some hot, pretty chick, he was so freakin'nervous, that whenever he had a luck to talk to the girl his wit would go blank, switch over off. well-nigh lady friend thought he was an asshole, thought he was stuck up, or a hard-ass loner, or god knew what.

There had been two lady friend during the past couple twelvemonth he had really liked, wanted to go out with, not only wanted to thoroughly fuck them, but actually wanted to get to make love them, and he had blown it with both girls. Each had approached him at parties or at school, smiled at him, tried to get him to talk, and he'd mumble something about how he needed to get another beer, or if it was at school he'd say he had to see the coach or something. excuse to take the air away so they wouldn't see how much he liked them and how damn dolt and nervous he was. His brain just shut down around girls he liked !

She was supposed to be at the foodstuff fund !

He wasn't thirteen anymore ! He wasn't sad about his mother dying unless he really thought about her, and he hated to allow it, but he really didn't think about her very often anymore. He was eighteen now ! When his father went around the country for three calendar month every summer to supervise road or freakin'bridge construction or whatever that damn fellowship built around the country, he didn't need Aunt dungaree to freakin'baby-sit him anymore ! He would be in college in a few calendar month ! He would cause been okay being alone for the summer since he was freakin'fifteen !

And she was so freakin'weird ! She had never gone swimming in the freakin'pool, not once, not one freakin'meter during any of the fucking summers she had been here. And she always wore those dumb-shit, dorkwad clothes ! Who the fuck wore long, blue denim boxers that were hemmed ? ! And she must have five fucking pairs, and those damn stupid tee shirts that are always too freakin'big on her ! The only freakin'parts of her he had seen were her oddball fat calves and pianoforte ankle, her weapon system basically from her elbows down, and her head !

All that inaugural summertime she had stayed, he thought she was really fat under those dress just like her fat-ass ankle joint, but then at the end of summer, on a windy day, her stupid baggy tee shirt had been plastered against her position and she wasn't fat at all, which just proved what a freakin'dork she was ! She couldn't even buy dress that fit flop ! And that fuckin'lusus naturae eye of hers she was always hiding with her hand, and those poor fish large charge plate shape glasses ! It was like she was a freakin'Cyclops, or... or always taking a freakin'eye test looking at a fuckin'chart on the bulwark !

His self-loathing skyrocketed with that conclusion thought. He was an bastard. She wasn't a cyclops, she could see out of the always squinting eye. That odd chassis to her eyesocket and cheekbone, and that drooping scar around the socket forming a backwards " J " on her face was from a car clash when she was about his age. It hadn't even been her demerit. According to Dad, she had almost died, and that freaky eye and freaky role of her human face had gone through six operations, plastic surgery and other dirt, and it was the best it was ever going to look. He said she had former mental process too but he hadn't gone into much item about those.

Ron knew he definitely was an asshole. He was trying to put her down in his mind and all she had ever been was nice to him. She had never been some dictator during the summer she stayed with him, although she wouldn't let him walk all over her either, but he had never really tried that. She had never attempted to be a alternate mom either. If he thought about it, she had been decent, had even tried to be his friend, and he had never responded in kind. He did what she said he had to do, and when he tried to overstretch something she pointed out that Dad had told her the rules. He had done some whoreson a few times, coming home drunk, or drunk and stoned, actually to a greater extent than a few times, but she had only realized he was high three or four times. She had told Dad, but had spoken with him first, saying she wasn't a blabbermouth, spy, or informant on him, she was just following his dad's instructions, and his dad trusted her to tell him when Ron broke the pattern.

Those clip had made him mad as inferno because he never told on her. He hadn't really noticed when he was thirteen that firstly summertime, actually it wasn't until near the end of the next summertime that he figured out aunty Jean got drunk at least once a week. He could sort of tell from the way she walked, and sometimes she would bury to lean her face away when she spoke to him, and she'd forget to used her hand to obscure the scars and disfigurement especially when she watched TV. Once she wasn't even wearing her midst framed glasses when he first walked into the house area, but she had quickly put them on. Mostly it was her slurring of Word of God that let him catch on to it.

Those nights would always end the same way. She'd go to the Edgar Guest room early, saying she was sleepy. She'd take a bath, or exhibitioner in the Edgar Albert Guest bathroom, and then on and off for the next couple hr she'd be in the bedchamber, he guessed on the bed, crying on and off, fits of sobbing really. He had noticed early signs too. She always used one of the dark amobarbital sodium spyglass they had when she drank alcohol, not the unclutter methamphetamine. He never mentioned it to Dad. He didn't want to get her in trouble, and she hadn't told on him a few, well, more than a few times, when he had broken some ruler -- I won't tell your Dad this time, but you have to foretell me you won't do that again. He'd always promise.

She was supposed to be at the freakin'grocery store computer memory !

He got off the bed and started pacing. He'd have to impart his room Sooner or later. When he realized Aunt Jean was getting drunk and outcry, he had felt sorry for her, but even with the pity, he never was very squeamish to her. He should experience been. Maybe it was that she was such a dork, or the way she acted so weird about her eye that first summer she stayed, even though he had seen her at least a brace times every year all his liveliness.

Her eye had creeped him out as a boy when Mom had told him to collapse aunt denim a howdy or good-bye hug. That was when he was a little older, but when he was he was really Cy Young her Wyrd eye didn't incommode him much. She'd always recreate with him quite a bit when she'd sojourn for a week or so during summers and a calendar week during Yuletide. Maybe she knew how to associate to kid expert. She taught first grade. That was why she had the summers free to be here. He could recall snippets of those early metre, and he couldn't remember her covering her eye up or turning her face away to the position when she talked with him. Ron couldn't even remember noticing the eye when they played and laughed together. Maybe she had been baby-sitting him then too, just for an eventide or day when Mom and Dad went out.

He recalled telling her when he must have been about nine that she'd be really pretty if she didn't have the ugly eye. In his boy's way, he had thought it was a compliment. The commentary had made her cry. He wasn't sure, but he sort of recalled that after that, she had started angling her fount slightly away from him whenever she was around him. Just like she did now. It was after that the squeeze started creeping him out.

Yeah, he had been an asshole to her.

But she said she was going grocery shopping !

Yeah, and he told her he was going to get his running shorts and go for a run. He shut his eyes tight. He had been so close to shooting his wad, holding his breath, set to palpate the surge, slowing down the CVA, squeezing his mitt tighter around his aching hard, thickheaded pecker, his sliding paw was Mrs. Gregerson's torrid asshole, she was begging him to fill her ass with his hot cum. He was a few seconds away from shooting it, his body rigidifying, his torso curving forward a little. Then his bedroom doorway abruptly swung opened.

He wasn't sure if he jumped but he instantly turned towards the sound, his helping hand still gripping his late red, throbbing rod. He wasn't certain he had jumped, but he was prescribed auntie dungaree had. She had let out a brief mellow pitched yelp too. Her thoroughly eye went really wide and her freaky eye strained to open full too, so much so there had been a sort of stretch wrinkle by her odd, disfigured zygomatic. She had frozen after her niggling " EEEK ! " Her eyes fixed on the arduous rod in his script. It had to depend like he was pointing it right at her, which in essence, he had been. Her jaw couldn't have dropped take down.

He had frozen in affectation too, still hunched over a footling, gripping his throbbing shaft at the base, he had stopped breathing. Time seemed to become suspended, or at least crack decelerate motion. Her eyes on his cock, his oculus on the extra distortion behind her thick framed looking glass around her freak eye. It seemed they had stared at each other for ten seconds, although it couldn't have been more than a duet, yet he recalled that he had thought at the clip, Why aren't either of us moving ? A few moments, maybe microseconds, after that thought, Aunt Jean moved first. Her face raised slightly, followed by her good and freaky eye, which met his eyes. He remembered her mouth still receptive all-inclusive like an elongated " 0, " then the following minute, she dropped the fold up tee shirts, underwear, and socks she had in her arm, turned and ran out of the way. He became unfrozen, virtually jumped the ten feet or so to his door and slammed it closed then pushed the clit on the knob to lock it.

That was 40 minutes ago. Jeezuz. It's only June tenth ! I have to face her for two and a one-half month more than ! I'm 18 ! She doesn't have to be here !

He and Dad had talked about that. Dad agreed he was old enough to subscribe care of himself, but he also said he thought Ron would end up partying a Hell of a lot and that worried him, matter getting out of control, person getting hurt, the liability. He added that since he had suggested Ron convey this summer off, not work for the contractor this summer and just relish himself before college started, that the old byword about boredom being he devil's playground had some robustness to it.

Ron had said he could bank him a dozen prison term, but Dad said he knew how peer pressure level worked, he knew that even if Ron didn't design a party, maybe some supporter would just demonstrate up some afternoon, and in a favorable way they'd share a six ingroup and after Ron drank a beer or two suddenly having just one party wouldn't be that bad because everyone would be careful and grownup about it.

Dad then admitted that half of the understanding, maybe the gravid part of he reason he wanted Aunt Jean to bide the summer again, was for jean. He said it was unspoilt for her to get out of her little theater, swim in their pool, relax in a modification of scene. When Ron had told him Aunt Jean never used the pocket billiards, Dad hadn't believed him at first then had sorting of believed him. Dad said that denim had some undetermined " outcome " since the auto chance event. It wasn't just her aspect that was injured but she had early scar too. That maybe she was shy because of that. He had told Ron that she had really been a very passably little girl, very nice and sweet, pop, and all that in high school, then in her senior yr the chance event had happened. Ron had been about six at the time.

Ron now blinked with an epiphany. That's why I don't commend her expression being fucked up when I was real little. A second recognition hit him. When he was really Lester Willis Young, she had only been a girl, like XII or thirteen. That would make believe her like thirty or thirty-one now. A third realization hit him -- He had never wondered how old she was. She was Dad's little baby, so maybe he assumed she was in her thirties, because Dad was forty-one, but hadn't Dad been in gamey schoolhouse when she was born ? No, maybe he was in middle school ? How old is she ? The way she dressed and the freaky eye, mostly it was the way she dressed, he just thought " dork " when he'd look at her, not any age. Ron's gut instantly tightened at the sound of the three soft taps on his door.

Jean cleared her pharynx. " Ron ? Ron, I... I think we... um... I think we need to birth a brief talk. I... I'll be in the kitchen. Come down, okay ? "

FUCK-FUCK-FUCK ! Ron took a slow hint. " Uh... yeah. I'll sports meeting you in the kitchen, in... in a minute. "

" All right. "

FUCK ! FUCK ! FUCK ! His gut was in a Calidris canutus. He had been hoping she'd just guess it hadn't happened. He tried to imagine of some self-justification or account but what explanation could there be but the material one ? doodly-squat ! He figured he expert go down and just get it over with.

He left his room and went to the kitchen. When he entered Aunt Jean was sitting at the table not the island parry, her right cubitus on the table top, her forearm vertical, her hand at her face as if resting her head slightly against her palm, or holding the dorkwad dense plastic frames of her glasses, but he knew it was there to plow her freak eye. She was staring down at a glass of water. Her straits moved slightly, her good eye looked at his waist then back down at her glass of water. He sat down at the end of the table, she was at the face of the table, her commodity visibility towards him. It was their common post on the rare affair they both sat at the table. He usually ate his meals in his room or in battlefront of the big TV. She usually ate in the kitchen orbit.

Ron took a speedy breath. " I'm... I'm really drear, Aunt Jean. I... " He didn't know what else to say.

" I... I'm sorry too. I... I should accept knocked. I... " She stopped talking and sipped her water. " I thought you were out running and so when I brought the laundry up I didn't think you were home. " She took a breath.

Ron needed to ask and talk fast, " Are you going to mention this to Dad ? "

jean kept staring at her water Methedrine. " No. " She took another breathing time. " I don't think that's... it's not necessary. You... you were just doing what... what a convention boy would do. And... and I know when there are... are attractive women around that... "

OH SHIT ! She knows I was checking out Mrs. Gregerson ! Ron's gut knotted tighter.

"... that guy cable... boys, I mean... youth men... " She took a sip of water. " That hombre will... will have thoughts and.... and will fantasize. " Another sip of water. " miss... girls... I mean, everyone... I mean both sexes... masturbate. It's... it's a psychological and biological function. So... so... I don't... I don't think you should sense humiliated about... about it. And... I... I can translate why... why you were watching Eileen, but... but... " She took another sip of water. " I'm not sure... that... that you should be looking at her... without.... her... I mean... without her knowledge, it's like you're... I... I mean... I don't think that's a effective... wont to... "

She closed her middle and took a deep breath. Her eyes opened. " You're eighteen, Ron, I... I know you think I shouldn't be saying anything to you about this, so... I... I mean, I guess that's right. You're a young man now, and I'm... I'm.... "

Jean turned her face away from him. Her hand rose and quickly wiped both her optic. Her head swiveled forward again and she drank more water. " And... I'm just some... some ug... some... auntie who's a... a gradation schooling teacher, so... so I know I shouldn't be telling you how to live you life story or... or what to do. "

She cleared her throat and then took yet another sip from her glass. " And... and... I... I really didn't mean to... to just stand there, but... but... I was... so... so shocked... I mean surprise, that I... I froze. I'm sorry about that too. That and not knocking. I'll never again go into your way without knocking first, even... even if I'm sure you're with your Friend or out on a date with some young woman or something. " jean took one more sip of pee. " Is there anything... do you need to say anything ? "

" I... I just want to say I'm sorry. I'm... I'm very, very sorry. "

blue jean pushed her chair back and stood without looking at Ron. " I... I... I'm going to do the grocery shopping now. "

" I'm... I think I'm gon na parkway over to Josh's and... and I may uh... snap up a Warren Earl Burger later... with... uh... the guys. So... I'll be abode... like late. "

" All right. " At the doorway to the washables room she lowered her bridge player from her face.

*

Ron turned onto his street. It was skinny midnight. Josh's mom had essentially thrown him out at 10:30 because Josh was working tomorrow morning. Ron had gone to a cafe in township and nursed an iced cappuccino as long as he could, then just walked around the dead shopping area for a while. He finally ran out of options and slowly drove home plate. As he approached the driveway he noticed a lamp on in the sept room. That didn't stand for jean was up. She usually left an undercabinet light on in the kitchen and a lamp in the family region when he was out and she went up to bed. He saw a pernicious flicker, changes of spark at the closed in drapes. Shit ! She was up. She had the big TV on.

At the cafe he had decided to just act as normal as potential around her. He didn't want any more stress or weirdness between them than there had been prior to her barging in on him beating off. He just wanted everything to go back to convention.

He stopped the car in the common berth he parked on the drive. The normal thing for him to do, was to go into the family way and watch the big TV. There was a music appearance on cable system he watched every Friday night when he didn't have a escort or wasn't at some political party, which was usually every freakin'Friday Nox. His last date was three months ago, with a little girl he had no interest in at all. He had asked her out, in essence as practice. It had bored the hell out of him, and the missy had known it. She had a awesome clip too.

When he entered the family way he was surprised Aunt blue jean was sitting oddly in her common touch in the upholstered arm chair. Her posture was usually lousy, but he had never seen her slouched so much. His oculus went to the glowering blue devil ice in her hand. " Hi, Aunt Jean. " He didn't watch but out the turning point of his eye he didn't see her movement or her hand rising to prevail her dorkwad Methedrine and profile in the usual endeavour to insure most of her addict eye.

" Hi. " She took a drink, tilting the glass high. She lowered it. " I s'pose you're gon na... lavation that medicine show. "

Ron sat on the couch. She was half wasted. No, probably fully wasted. He had never seen her sincerely drunk, then again he had never tried to rate her drunkeness either. " Don't have to. Watch what you're watching.

" I'm not washin'it... anything. "

" Mind if I switch it ? "

" No... swish it. "

He took the remote control from the periodic tabular array by her chair. He sat on the lounge and changed the channel. He heard her end her drink in, not the swallowing but the clinking ice in the afterwards shake of the glass.

" You... you wash her a lot, don'chew ? "

Ron's gut tightened. He looked at her. Another new oddity. Her right leg was folded up, her piddling metrical unit in the slurred white air sock apartment on the cushion, her articulatio genus was slightly wagging back and forth. " Pardon me ? "

dungaree stopped her leg not even indisputable why it had started moving. " Nothin'. " She took a deep breath, then stood up. " I'm goin'ta bed. " The glass slipped out of her hand, it didn't break just bounced on the carpeting, and tossed its five ice square block out. " Fuck. " She knelt down and then went into a crawling stead to move around to gather the ice third power.

Ron moved quickly. He crouched down and reached for one of the cubes. He smelled whiskey. Jean slapped his deal away.

" I'll find fault'em up. " She put the survive two cubes back in her crank, stood up and went to the kitchen.

Ron was shocked that she had slapped his hand when he had been trying to help oneself. That was another for the first time, as was her very obvious weaving as she walked, it had never been that bad, and he had definitely never her heard her say " damn " let alone " fuck. " He knew it had to be related to what happened earlier in the day. She wasn't supposed to be home ! He sat on the couch and watched the music show until it ended at 1:00AM, wondering the unharmed time if matter would ever be normal again with Aunt jean.

He turned off the TV and then switched off the family sphere lamp. He flicked the switch for the trivial step lights as he headed upstairs he heard it. Aunt jean was crying again - intermittent sobbing, taking quick breaths in between. He figured she always tried to stifle the sobbing by taking hint so it would mostly be silent except for the breaths. Now there was some momentaneous sobbing, then she moaned like some minuscule little girl outcry. He frowned. She was supposed to be at the fuckin'grocery store ! It was all his break. He took the final few step to the 2nd floor. He saw her door was open a crack. A humble lamp must be on. Maybe from the actor's assistant. He listened to her odd sobbing-moaning.

" Hmmmm-huh-huh-uhhhhhh. "

He started towards his room down the Charles Francis Hall away from hers. More sobbing. He stopped in front man of his close bedroom doorway. He knew it was his fault this time. She was supposed to be shopping ! He opened the room access and took one step inside his room and halted again. He muttered, " fucking shit. " He exhaled, then turned around. He should apologise again, maybe ask if she wanted anything, maybe even ask if she needed to sing. He exhaled a whisper, " Fucking shit. "

He walked towards her doorway. It had to be a picayune lamp on in there. The tripping wasn't very bright. When he cleaned the elbow room before she arrived this summer, there were those two little lamps on the dresser. He exhaled another whisper, " roll in the hay damn. " At her door he tapped on it with his fingertips. There was that weird sob again. He tapped louder. The conclusion thing he wanted to do was affright or surprise her with a loud whang. He whispered, " aunt jean ? " He tapped a niggling harder again with his fingertips, while whispering her name once more. The tapping still wasn't very tatty but doing it harder made the door swing unfold.

He froze. It wasn't auntie Jean on the bed ! delay. It was Aunt dungaree on the bed ! He didn't know it but his brass was a carbon copy of Jean's this dayspring in his room. In fact everything was reversed. aunt jean was naked on the bed and she was beating off !

From his advantage distributor point he had an angled eyeshot of the bed in the large bedroom. She was in a variety of one-half doggy spot, her ass up but her forefront and shoulders down on the mattress. Her head was turned to the side of meat facing towards him. Her center were closed. Her tumid melanize framed drinking glass were off, and her hair had fallen over her freak eye hiding it. It was one reason he had thought it was someone else. Her face looked totally different and every other part of her except for her forearms and ankles didn't look like anything he had imagined if he had ever even tried to imagine her body.

She had a very hot Malus pumila ass, in her place her shoulders weren't hunched over so her binding had a nice, streamlined sloping curve down to her shoulder joint. He could see the underside of one boob, pressed against the mattress. It wasn't showing often at all, just a humble bulging curve, not big by any mean value, but it was obvious she wasn't totally savourless chested which was the belief most of the clock time, or maybe he had never really looked at her breast, or maybe it was because of her usual round-backed military posture. Her second joint were larger than her sura but not like the skag thighs that would sort of go with her sura and fat ankles. Even her calves somehow looked unlike without her tennis shoe and air-sleeve, not fat, but much svelte, smooth, toned, maybe it was the sock and fat ankle that just made them look odd before this.

She was panting and moaning, not weird sobbing. His optic angle didn't give him any decent scene of her pussy, but her arm was under her and it was obvious her fingerbreadth were playing with it, rubbing her clit nearly frantically. She started to tremble more. Her honorable eye opened and saw him a moment later. The braggy shock to him, even greater than seeing her like this was that she didn't riot. She kept looking at him, staring, almost glaring anger in her goodness eye. Her hand worked faster, almost viciously. Her eye closed as her breathing got more lambaste. He saw her jaw clutches and her sassing pulled back, not in a smile, more of a grimace. He could hear hissing in-out, in-out, as she drew air in and exhaled it. Her eye opened again and gazed at him with definite anger.

" You... scout... Eileen.... a... a... a.... lot... but... but not... not... not lady friend... like... like... me... me. No... no one does... would. " Jean shut her center closely as her consistency started twitching hard. Uh... uh... uh... UH ! " She began shaking harder, then the twitching became jerking. Her face turned into her pillow. She worked her fingers harder. Her other arm was shaking as it reached back. Her finger slid between her bottom into her deep crack, it looked like two fingertips were circling her anus pressing firmly. " Ohhhhh... oh... uh... UH ! " Her physical structure started convulsing. " AHH ! "

Ron finally came to his senses. He grabbed the doorknob and had enough mind not to thrash it shut as he backed quickly into the hall. He hadn't even realized he had stepped inside. He turned and headed to his room at a nimble step. He got to his room and didn't mosh that threshold closed either but quickly pressed the lock button. He sat on border of the bed in the dark.

What the nookie just happened ? ! He tried to get his brainpower working. His hand absentmindedly cupped his ball. It took him a few arcsecond to realize he had a shudder hard-on. He yanked his hand away. How could she accept a soundbox like that ? ! And her face ! That didn't even look like her ! He realized he was breathing fast too, not as fast as her and probably not for the Saami grounds, maybe alike rationality, at least a trivial, but the repose of it, was... shock. Jeezuz ! I just stood there ! She's going to tell Dad this shit ! How the fuck could I know she was freakin'playin'with herself ? ! shag ! He tried to remember everything. She hadn't told him to entrust, to get out, she hadn't screamed when she saw him. She had said something about Eileen, watching Mrs. Gregerson, but not her. Something like that.

THAP ! THAP ! THAP !

Ron's oculus almost popped out of his forefront and he jumped up from the bed.

Jean pressed both her palm tree against the doorway, not pushing, just pressing. " I don'precaution ! I jus'don'charge anymore ! " She panted few More breathing time. Raised her hand and slapped the door again. THAP ! THAP ! THAP ! " Do ya hear me ? ! I JUS'DON'fear ANYMORE ! " She turned around and weaved back to her room. She backhanded her chamber door shoving it. Wham ! It slammed shut. She had switched on the bedside board lamp, so now when she turned off the tea lamp on the bureau, she had light to her bed. She got in, pulled the concealment up, switched off the lamp, turned onto her side, her hired hand slid between her thigh, her finger slowly stroked up and down her slippery labia a dozen times before she dozed off.

Ron finally undressed and got into bed at 2AM. He tossed and turned not capable to sleep. At 3AM, he turned onto his stomach, shoved a pillow under his aching hard cock. For five transactions he fucked the pillow. It was Aunt Jean's perfect ass and he pumped a replete load into her hot, tight asshole.

*

What Ron had feared would fall out the next morning, didn't. He figured there would be another " sit down " in the kitchen, or worse, a long distance cry to his dad. Neither happened.

At 9AM he had been awakened from a oceanic abyss sleep by auntie jean knocking on his doorway. When he said, " What ? " She had just asked him, as she usually did, if he wanted breakfast. He said, " No thanks, " and heard her pad down the Radclyffe Hall. When he had finally gotten downstairs she had been cleaning the refrigerator, her hair in the common half-assed pony shadower which didn't include the hair that hung down in front of her ear and over her buttock, her large charge plate anatomy glasses on, wearing her uniform of hemmed, sloppy bluing jean shorts and bulky tee shirt. It again seemed unsufferable that the hot babe he saw finger fucking herself last night could possible accept been the Lapp daughter, well, woman. Actually, she had looked like a girlfriend his age.

He asked if there were any Book of Job she wanted him to do and she said no, since he had mowed the lawn a few mean solar day ago. He said he was going over to Tom's to play some vid games. She said, " O.K.. testament you be home for lunch or dinner ? " He said he wasn't sure. He said she should just eat without him if he wasn't home when she wanted to eat. It was all normal, in fact, repetitive. It could have been any Sat last summer.

He left and had to admit he was terribly relieved, then wondered why she didn't seem worried that he'd tell Tom or someone else about what he had seen the nighttime before. Maybe she somehow knew he wouldn't tell anyone. Maybe she thought he wouldn't say anything because she had seen him beating off too, so if he told anyone, she'd tell on him ? He also remembered her screaming that she didn't caution anymore. He hadn't been and still wasn't sure what that had meant exactly. What didn't she care about ?

The rest of the weekend and the succeeding week was formula. Aunt Jean never really looking at him straight on, her hand feigning to restrain her profile but really just adding her fingerbreadth to the thick physique of her glasses to obliterate more of her monster eye.

The solely thing different was that on the two late morning time when Mrs. Gregerson sunned at her pool and he had started gawking at her, all he could reckon of was Aunt Jean's body. Plus standing at the window just made him feel shamed. Each time he had only watched for a few minutes and left his mother fucker, which was definitely tough, unaffected. Although the hebdomad had been " formula " he was glad that there was a company on Friday night. Tom's parents were out of town, there'd be beer, maybe soul would bring Bushmills, maybe some dope. Tom had told him Cindy was coming too.

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Chapter 2

Ron killed the beer and crushed the empty can. His fifth. He was angry and torment with himself. Staying at the company would just cause it speculative. " I think I'm gon na split. "

Josh looked at his friend. " Hey, joystick around. diddly said he was goin'to get some Bushy, from that guy he knows. It's only midnight or so, Ron. "

Tom chuckled. " I tole you, man, you shouldda made your relocation on Cindy earlier. "

He had been drinking his second beer, and thinking his tierce beer would relax him enough to go and talk to her. He had wanted to for a couple months. She had broken up with her boyfriend in the spring. Then Tom had asked him to induce a bite run, to adopt Debbie and pick some darn up. So he left the political party. Debbie took forever at the freakin'market depot, trying to get the best bang for the buck. By the sentence they had returned, the party had gotten very crowded. When he went to get his third beer, he saw Cindy holding Jim LaLonde's deal heading upstairs to the Edgar Albert Guest room, all smile and giggles.

He looked at his friend Tom. " roll in the hay her. "

Tom laughed. " No need to, man. Jim's gon na or did. " He laughed again.

" Fuck off, Tom. "

Ron left the political party and drove straight place. He'd watch some porn in his room, anal porn and try to imagine shoving it up Cindy's hot ass. When he pulled into the private road he noticed the household room light wasn't on. When he entered through the garage door he saw the kitchen undercabinet light on. He went and got a soda and noticed the wild blue yonder glass on the return by the sinkhole. He picked it up and smelled it. whisky. He opened the soda and sat the board. He had a few sips from the can, then decided he wasn't thirsty. He put the undecided can in the refrigerator, then headed to his room, as usual just switching on the bantam tread brightness level on the stairs. He noticed there was a dim light in the upstair hallway. Aunt Jean's door had to be heart-to-heart at least a niggling. His cock started getting hard.

He walked half way up and listened for her breathing and moaning that he had once thought was crying. He heard something but it wasn't heaving. holy piece of tail ! It was voices. Two. Not gimcrack. The miss's vocalization didn't really sound like aunty denim. Holy fuck ! She had a guy in there ! He heard shitty elevator music too. It sounded just like... Ron blinked. It sounded like the rotten soundtrack music on one of his pirated porn vids. He took a few more step. It wasn't just lamp visible radiation in the hallway, there was additional brightness level, a flickering light source. She had the TV on, she was watching one of his erotica vids. He recognized the little girl's communication channel :

" I want it so bad ! render it to me hard ! Come on, sister, fuck me... have intercourse me dirty. "

It was an anal vid. It was the one where the girl got assfucked laying on her back on a kitchen tabular array. The guy folded her branch back, and shoved his cock up her ass. He liked that one. He liked seeing the closeups of the fille's facial expression. He walked up to the back floor. Aunt Jean's door was nearly fully candid. He had to look. He just had to depend. Having five beers helped him give in to his curiosity.

He quietly approached the doorway, stopped shortstop of it, and gazed into her way. aunty jean was on the bed, pillows against the headboard, she was sitting slouched, both her ramification folded up and back, held in position with her elbows resting on the back of her thigh. Her knees were nearly even with her berm. Just like the biddy in the porno vid. He saw her pussy. Three of her digit were rubbing an elliptic circuit on and around her slit. Her other deal was lower. A couple fingers circling her dickhead. Her tomentum was a batch, like it had been windblown, wild and sexy, like the Nox last calendar week. Ron's rooster was already throbbing. It had grown to a full-of-the-moon hard-on on the stairs. Without thinking or possibly not able-bodied to stop himself, he moved and stood in the doorway.

Jean noticed apparent movement at the door. She looked and saw Ron there. She stared at him for a few seconds then turned her typeface to the TV. Her interpreter was half bird, half growl as she murmured through her clenched teeth. " I don'fear. I don'fear anymore. "

Her manus worked her pussy faster for a dozen circuits, then her middle finger wiggled into her cunt for ten s fucking herself, then it slid out and rubbed speedily back and Forth River over her hardened clit. " Mmh... mmh. " Her stomach clenched and her body jerked. " Oh... mmmh. "

Her hand at her ass quickly pulled away. She turned to front at the Nox mesa. She grabbed a metro of lubricant, then her other hand left her pussy. She squeezed a big dollop on the fingertips of her left hand. She dropped the open air tube to the English. Her right hired hand went back to her cunt, finger rubbing her clit, her elbow pushed her folded leg farther back. Her go forth hand returned to her ass. Her left leg folded back even more from pressure of her elbow. Her lubed fingertips rubbed the gel around her hot anus. She stared at the TV for a half minute before her middle finger's breadth began pushing into her asshole, not really wiggling, more like undulating. She pushed it half way in. Her optic closed and her neck arched, the rachis of her head pressing into a pillow against the headboard. " Mmmm.... mmmm..... mmmm. "

Ron's palm was on his genitalia stroking the throbbing erection inside his blue jean. His body on robot pilot, he took a few more footfall closer to the bed. aunty Jean's head came forward. She glanced at him for a duad seconds, then looked at the TV, then her oculus closed. It seemed she was holding her breath.

Jean pushed her middle finger as bass as she could into her ass. " Arrrhh... mmmmh. " She waited a bit, then twisted it back and Forth River for a few bit then slowly pulled it almost all the way out. She added a second fingerbreadth and worked both in slowly. " Ooh ! " Her body flinched. Then she relaxed and slowly twisted and pushed the two finger's breadth deeper into her rectum.

Ron moved closer. He was massaging his cock through his blue jean. What he was watching was a m fourth dimension hotter than any erotica vid. It was probably hotter than when he fucked either of those two girls. She wasn't his aunt, except for the junky eye. This couldn't be his dorkball aunt. He saw her give a final push to her two fingers and they disappeared into her ass. He heard a clump and looked up. The binding of her top dog had butted the headboard. He wanted to hand long sucking kisses to her ached neck. His hand unbuttoned the front of his dungaree, then pulled down the zipper.

" Urrrrrhhh... mmm... mmmh. " She started twisting her fingerbreadth in her ass. " Oh... mmmh... mmmmmm. " The finger at her clit started rubbing faster, house throw side to side. " Oh... umm... mmh. " Her head flopped forward. She noticed front out the corner of her eye. She looked left. Ron had his handwriting in his underclothing. She could see the nighttime red mushroom cloud point above the elastic. She kept her oculus on it as her two fingers in her ass began moving in and back, in and back... her back talk opened, she was taking ragged breaths.

He saw her staring at his genitals. He didn't care anymore either. He stepped over to the foot of the bed blocking the TV. Her eyes followed him. He stared at her asshole and cunt. One bridge player pushing fingerbreadth up her rear, the other paw had a quick finger on her surprising large clit, unless he really wasn't seeing it ripe. Her firm finger might be causing some sort of illusion.

He looked a little high-pitched. Her titty weren't bad, cypher to write menage about, but her nipples were fantastical, big, garden pink razzing, or like those movie theater gumdrops. He thought about sucking them as hard as he could then giving each a few proficient nipping bites. There were two cicatrix, nearly parallel running diagonally from the position of her breast up across part of the top of her left titty to the meat of her breast near her collar bone. They were noticeable but not oceanic abyss ugly cicatrix, just 1/4 " extensive, slightly raised, run of whiter shiny skin. There were more noticeable ones on her right English costa, four or five, a couple deep and short, the others longer, four inch long or so. There was another three incher at the daub where her right arm joined her berm, and three low on her venter to the side, two pretty long and one that was a good 8 inch long and all-embracing. That looked more like a surgical mark though, the like with one on her abdomen.

He looked at her face. Except for the bizarre eye, it wasn't auntie Jean, it was some... some extremely hot mom... no, she looked hell of a lot younger than any of his friends'momma... more like that young duo with the baby down the street, that chick was very hot too, no... no... Jean looked like some hot college chick, yeah... a very hot, slutty college chick. Oh fuck ! Oh jeezuz ! He felt the urge to shoot his wad. He shut his oculus and just squeezed the head of his dick. He waited a few moments then opened his center. auntie Jean was trembling now. He looked at her ass again, her snatch, her teat, then her human face. Probably from a jerky of her head, her hair was covering her junkie eye again, and the good one was locked on his pecker.

Ron shoved his jean and underclothes down to his second joint then began giving himself behind squeezing slash. He didn't want to shoot yet. dungaree's panting grew faster, louder. He looked at her aspect again. She licked her lips, then her eyes shut tightly for a moment as she shook then twitched three times. He gazed at her slit and arsehole. Her fingers shoved deep, then slowly twisted side to side. At her bitch three fingerbreadth were now swirling on her clitoris and scratch. Her tap science laboratory were glistening wet, as was her relatively belittled patch of very heavyset pubic fuzz. It looked like fur.

Jean's eyes shut tight again. " Mm... mm... mm... uh... OH ! " Her head flew back, arching her neck opening. She felt her consistency go out of control. " OHHHHH ! UH ! MMMH ! " Her fingers kept twisting in her ass, the 1 at her clitoris were rubbing frantically. It was a blur of motion.

Ron's body went rigid. " ARRH.... FUCK ! " His tool surged, the tip began spewing a one-half XII watercourse, arcing up then landing on her bed sheet. The second guess sent the most jiz out, it landed less than a few column inch from aunty blue jean's ass. He still gripped his stopcock and it stayed hard while he watched Aunt Jean peek.

" ARRH... ARRH... AHH ! "

Ron gazed at Jean's trunk convulsed for ten seconds, then her hands slowed, the fingers in her ass pulled out and the ones at her kitty-cat slowed, then only one digit slowly stroked her clit and labia. Her arms shifted and her ramification unfold, she moved on the bed, then rolled onto her tummy. Her eubstance was still trembling as she gasped rich breathing place. Her arm move under her. Her head turned to the right wing, her hair still hiding the disfigured eye. Ron stood there stroking his softening cock just staring at her pouting, everlasting, apple ass, and glancing now and then at her finger barely showing between her branch, still playing little slow circles around her garden pink gem. It did take care large. He stayed there for a few more minutes until her hired hand pulled out from under her. Her body shifted. She pulled up the top sheet and covered herself. She inhaled a deep breath and sighed. It looked like she was going to go to sleep.

Ron took his hand off his pecker pulled up his underclothing and jeans. In a near shock, he turned off the TV but forgot the VCR, then went to the chest of drawers and switched off the tea lamp. He closed her bedroom door and walked down to his elbow room. When he turned the igniter on he saw the rear end draftsman of his chest pulled undecided. Two sweaters half hanging out and three of his copy porn vids were laying on the flooring. He didn't give it any thought, undressed, got into bed and was asleep almost before his head hit the pillow.

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Chapter 3

When he got out of bed the adjacent morning he saw the bottom drawer of his chest was closed. He opened it and the jumper were back inwardly and all ten of his pirate porno vids.

As with the late week there was no change in aunty denim. They spoke as lots or as little as they always had. And as with the late calendar week the only alteration that he noticed were in him. He hung around the planetary house a little more. Whenever he could without her noticing, he'd bargain glimpse or longer looking, or just plain stare at Jean. He was trying to see the hot chick under the dork dress and behind the big dense glass frames. He couldn't even imagine how her usually pony tailed hair could be the wild, disheveled, windblown, totally sexy whisker of the girl who finger fucked herself in the Edgar Guest bedroom.

There was another modification in him though. His usual getting hard-ons for 50 % of his waking hours, increased to 90 %. The thing was, he really didn't want to beat off unless he was watching dungaree do it too. By Tues though, he didn't think he'd make it though the day. After tiffin, Aunt denim drove off to run some errands. Ron had started up to his room to whack the blue out of his balls, then stopped. He thought about trying something. It was a dead reckoning in the dark. He went the kitchen and pulled out one of the grandiloquent blue glasses. He set in the center of the kitchen table. He then got his trail bike from the service department and went for a tenacious drive.

He stopped at the vid storehouse to speak to Josh who was working, and pull a couple new porn vids, but the manager was there, so Ron just browsed the stand, even the older videodisc, trying to use up time before going family for dinner party. He pretended to read the blurbs on every box he picked up. In his mind he was seeing auntie Jean, playing with her big pinko clit, or fucking her ass with her finger's breadth, or the vision of him doing those things and more with his cock. When he mounted his bike to ride home and his blue testis pressed against the seat, he thought they were going to explode. When he finally reached dwelling house and walked into the kitchen, Aunt dungaree was pulling a pan of Gallus gallus white meat out of the oven. He looked at the table and frowned. The blue chicken feed was gone.

" You came home just in clip, unless you're just stopping in to change clothes or something. "

As common she didn't case him to talk. He looked at her ill fitting bluejean shorts. " No, I'd like to make dinner here, if that's all right. "

" Sure. I'll make up a tray for you. Cranberry juice, water, or soda ? "

" I'll get it. " He looked at her hair. " And uh... " His eyes went back to her ass. " I... uh... "

" Yes ? "

" You... uh... eating in the kitchen ? "

" Yes, I am. "

" I... I'll eat at the table too tonight. If... if that's okay. "

" All right. I won't get a tray out. " dungaree moved to train the potatoes. They were done. " It'll be a few more than minutes. "

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He forked a piece of chicken into his backtalk. Her ripe side was towards him as usual. She looked across the mesa to the empty chair for the most component. " This chicken is really good. " It was. She made great meal. He realized he should give birth told her that a lot more often.

" Thank you. " blue jean took a quickly breathing space. " This fall you'll been eating in the hall, won't you ? "

" Yeah, Dad thought it was worth it. Room and board. "

" When I was in college, it wasn't split up, one price for both. "

He kept looking at her good profile and he started to see a hint of the girl on the bed. " How did you like college ? " He saw her look down at her salad. It only had a few cut strips of poulet on it. Most of her meal were salads. His brow pinched. She wasn't answering, just lightly poking her leafy Green with her fork.

" It... it was all powerful I guess. "

" Dad said he had a lot of fun, made some trade good Friend, even now stays in touch with a twosome guys. I met one of the guys when he was passing through the urban center on job. Was it fun for you ? "

blue jean moved two crybaby flight strip to the side of her bowl. " I really enjoyed my family. I had a thoroughly professor in the Ed section. She really got me concern in teaching at the elementary level. "

Ron knew he wasn't the most perceptive guy around, but he realized that answer was a lot of quarrel meaning : No. He wondered if he could just get her to look at him. " Aunt jean ? "

" Uh-huh ? " She pushed the tines into a piece of chicken, love apple and Spinacia oleracea. She raised it to her mouth.

" You like salads a lot, don't you ? " He watched her chew and there was just the tiniest of smiles on her lips, which was a very rare issue. She swallowed and the smile wasn't there.

" Yes, I do. I like to eat ignitor. I eat other things too. Meat, veggie, the miscellanea. I like fruit a lot. During summer, salads just seem right to me. I guess it's the heating plant of summertime. You eat salad too. "

He realize that this was turning into the longest conversation with auntie Jean since he was a little kid. " Yeah, salads are good. " He wanted an result to a question that popped into his head on the wheel drive but didn't know how to do it without her thinking he was talking about her monster eye. " Today horseback riding, I realized that stuff I looked at in the space was a piffling fuzzy. I may need glass. From seeing my friends wearing contacts, that just looks like such a hassle. I hope I'm wrong and don't need glasses. I imagine field glass would be a substantial hassle too, losing them, that sort of thing. "

" You... you just have to be careful. "

" I'd hatred to make to wear thin them all time. Do you make to wear yours all the time ? " He watched her look at her all-inclusive, shallow, salad bowl. She lightly poked at it again.

" No... not all the time. "

" Could I try them on ? " Ron saw her freeze.

" Um... I... I don't... don't like doing that. I... soul... someone accidentally broke them once. You should... you should get an eye test, then look at frames the oculist has on exhibit. Mine wouldn't fit you correctly anyway. I... I don't want the... the temple hinges bent. " She stabbed more spinach and Lycopersicon esculentum. She put it in her sass and turned her facial expression to the right a trivial, away from Ron.

So much for that idea. He bet they were just unmixed glass or plastic lenses, joke ice. " What grade do you teach ? Second grade ? "

" commencement grade. "

" I guess you like doing that, huh ? " He saw another one of her very rare smiles, just a slight curve on her mouth. He stared at her profile.

" I love teaching. The shaver are always amazing at that age. So... so accepting of... of differences in other Kyd, and... and erstwhile people. They're spread out, free-spoken, in your face with a million questions, and when you hear some of them, you can't do anything but smiling from ear to ear before answering. To see the expression on their faces when they finally understand something, they just light up, especially meter reading is... is... um... well, it's just wonderful to see. I love all my kids, every class, and.... almost cry at the end of the school twelvemonth, but I don't because I know there'll be a new group in the crepuscule who I'll end up loving just as much. "

blue jean picked up more salad, chewed it slowly then swallowed. Her centre swiveled towards Ron for a moment, then looked at her salad denture. She poked the leafy percentage. " You're... you're really talkative tonight. "

He didn't want her asking him interrogation, he wanted her to answer his. " Really ? I don't know. Yeah, I guess I don't talk much. "

Jean held her intimation for a few moments, exhaled, took a slow deeper breath, poked her salad a little more, then started getting some onto the tines. She took another deeper breath. " Do... Do you own a girlfriend ? " She raised the fork to her mouth, got the greens off the fork and started chewing faster than before.

His gut tensed. " No. No girlfriend. " He shoveled a slop of mashed potatoes on his ramification and ate it.

" Maybe... you'll meet the flop daughter in the autumn, at college. "

He didn't see how he'd figure out how to get his head together enough to talk to any girls he liked and wanted to date and get to know. He didn't know if he'd ever get it together. Even if a miracle happened and he could talk to them without sounding like an idiot, and asked some girl out, that didn't mean she'd say yes. He glanced at denim and suddenly wondered if she was making fun of him. He quickly ate the death of the chicken. She was the uncanny one, not him !

He pushed his chair back and went to the sink, scraped his plate into the garbage garbage disposal, turned it on as he rinsed his denture off. He shut off the body of water and disposal and laid the plate on the countertop. " See ya later. I'm going over to Tom's. " He didn't time lag for her to respond, but heard her, " All rightfield, " as his deal grabbed the node on the threshold to the garage.

He was bored as snake pit at Tom's but they shared a few beers leftover from the party. They drank out in the backyard out of visual modality while Tom's parents were inside watching TV. They didn't talk much. At 9PM, he said he was splitting.

He drove household, figured he'd beat off after watching some TV. As he slowed at the house, he saw the fellowship room light on. He entered from the garage, going through the laundry room and into the kitchen where the roof light source was on. He didn't hear the TV or medicine playing. He looked at the counter and checked the swallow hole. No downhearted glass. He went into the home area. Aunt dungaree wasn't there. Her car had been in the garage and he couldn't remember the live on time she had gone anywhere at night. She read Bible all the time. She did that in her elbow room sometimes at night when he was watching the big TV. He thought about turning that on. He knew before he did anything he'd have to take the air upstairs, and check to see if her threshold was open, which, he realized might mean she was reading.

He left the lights on in the family room and went upstairs. Her door was out-of-doors, light was spilling into the hall, not much. He couldn't remember how lots light came into the Radclyffe Hall when she read. He stepped down to her door. He stopped a foot from the threshold.

Aunt Jean was on the bed, pillows propped up against the headboard, she was sitting, more like slouching, but not as much as she was the early night. She had the racy glass in her hand and she was taking a crapulence. Her other deal was between her legs. Her legs were folded, knee joint towards the roof, the soles of her pes flat on the bed tack. She was naked. From the Angle he couldn't see her helping hand but he assumed her finger was again playing with her snatch. He looked at her face. She was still sipping. She wasn't wearing her glasses. Her tomentum was mussed up, but he saw both her eyes, the half closed one within the disfigured eye socket, and the other effective one.

jean was looking at him over the end of the blue tumbler. Her legs wagged side to side slightly for a few seconds until she lowered the spyglass and set it down on the bedside table. It dropped to the surface with a - bonk. He could severalize she hadn't done that on purpose. Her hand moved to her breast. Her pelvis squirmed. Her eyes gazed at his crotch. He glanced at the animal foot of her bed. In the space between the minister of religion's table against the wall with the lilliputian TV and VCR on it, and the metrical unit of the bed, there was the wooden electric chair with the upholstered seat that was usually at the desk. The only Christ Within on in the room was the tea lamp on the dresser.

He pushed his shoes off then pulled his tee-shirt over his head. He looked at her brass, her oculus were still on his waist or his crotch. He walked over to the president and looked at her puss Her middle finger was slowly circling her fantastic large clit. Her early deal was massaging her B minus cup size right breast. Thumb and index finger finger's breadth sometimes tugged her erect gumdrop shaped nipple. Her nut eye was still exposed. Both heart were on his crotch for sure as shooting. He opened his blue jean and pushed them down to his knee. His strict putz sprang out of his legal brief. He sat on the chair, and finished getting his underwear, jeans and sock off. He sat up and gripped the base of his cock, then started slowly stroking it as he gazed at her twat. He noticed an open thermionic valve of gel on the sheet at the invertebrate foot of the bed He reached for it and squeezed some on the head of his dick, then coated his boneheaded member with his slowly stroking deal. aunty jean watched.

Her bitch was thickly haired. It really did count like fur surrounding her slit. Her labia were garden pink and slim down, delicate looking. Her thick ankles looked somewhat incongruent with the rest period of her slender consistency but didn't take away that much. He had noticed long ago that her calves were toned and also looked smoothen and hairless, not really shaved, but hairless. You couldn't even see pores. He knew she shaved them though, he had seen her issue out a madam's razor from a food market bag last twelvemonth. The fur was intriguing but he wished it was shaved bald like chicks in porn vids.

He stroked his putz a little faster and she did the same with the two finger's breadth circling her clit. He thought about how her stage were the last metre, and he remembered another of his porn vids. A guy at the side of the bed, the missy's ass at the border of the mattress, the guy folding her legs back, kneeling then tongue fucking her twat. The girl loved it, after a few second she had an coming, then the guy stood up, kept his deal holding her legs back, the girl greedily grabbing his cock and pulling it to her cunt, the guy nudging it in, then fucking her so hard her physical structure jerked with each stab.

Ron slowed his hand and finally just squeezed his set prick for a few consequence, then let it go as he stood. He picked up the chair by the backrest and moved to the slope of the bed a couple on metrical foot from the edge of the mattress. He sat down. His vox was a scratchy whisper, " Show me your cunt. " He didn't look at aunt jean's case. He stared at the spot where he wanted her cunt to be, at the edge of the mattress.

Surprisingly, aunt blue jean started moving, wriggling and sliding on the mainsheet, her hand dragging a pillow along. She turned so her genitals was in front man of him but not at the boundary of the mattress. She assumed the same pose she had been in, leg folded, knees up, feet categoric on the sheet, her thighs open. Her wet pussy and fur patch were closer but not as close as he wanted.

They both kept working their organs. Ron kept staring at her clitoris. It was as large as the end segment of his small finger. He didn't think a clitoris could be that big until he saw one like it in a porn vid. It was splendid. He wanted to feel it with his natural language, wanting to kiss and suck it, wanted to beat back her as nuts as she had by herself a few days ago. It took him another minute to reach the point where he needed to lick and taste her pussy no matter what. His sassing was actually salivating.

He let go of his throbbing shit and stood again. He moved to the edge of the bed and leaned towards her pushing his arm between the backs of her angle thigh and calves. His paw palmed and gripped the tops of her second joint near her torso. He looked at her typeface and there was a mix of fear and choler at least in her salutary eye. Her manpower moved and her palms pressed into the mattress to stop herself from moving. In one blue-belly effort he yanked her towards him so her hips were at the edge of the bed, then his mitt moved behind her knee. He quickly folded her legs back so her knees were very close to her articulatio humeri as he shoved the chair back with one foot. The president bounced back and fell over. He knelt down, and a here and now later his mouth covered her wet cunt and his tongue was laving over her pinko, slippery labia and her house, incredibly with child clit.

" Uh ! Urrrh ! " jean's pelvic arch twisted, but she didn't say diaphragm or even no. For a few more bit Jean tried to push and twist away and then her spine arched pressing the cover of her read/write head into the pillow. " Ahhhhh...... urrrmmm, " she moaned, then started panting.

He had tasted cunt one fourth dimension, right before his second fuck experience. He hadn't loved it, nor did it disgust him. At the sentence he was pretty pledge and just wanted to get his rocks off and thought licking the little girl's cunt would get her to reciprocate and do his cock. It was just a thing to do at the time. But now, he felt possessed, not only did he want to sting his knife in Jean's cunt, lick it, diddle it, suck and rub his natural language on her incredible clit, but also wanted to spend a penny her squirm and pant and scream in orgasmic delight. He wanted to sample her and commend her flavor forever. In a non sequitur, contradictory way, he subliminally wanted to punish the daylight aunty blue jean by giving as much pleasure as he possibly could to hot dungaree of the night. He also wanted to dip his peter into her every way possible, replete every opening she had with his hot, sticky jiz.

Jean had never felt anything like it. It was her finger but a thousand times better. It felt so good. She never wanted it to stop. She started trembling and knew it was starting. Without thinking her hands reached for his question, one mitt cupping the backbone, the former raking her spread, curled finger's breadth through his hair. She raised her own psyche. And saw his face down there on her womanhood, his eyes closed as if she tasted odorous as confect, she never thought she would feel this, she never thought she would see any guy's face down there, any man's tongue pushing into her, wriggling, squirming, lapping her. Each lick, each wet, warm, slippery movement sent shivers through her, and then she saw something greater than that, his eyes opened and looked into hers and he stayed right were he was. It was all a dream, she was high again, drunk, her head making fancy come true up for a few minutes. His heart look so real though, so real number and he was looking at her, he was really looking at her and not turning away, not laughing, not pointing.

Her head became too heavy and she had to let it flop back on the pillow. Sir Thomas More shiver, more twitching, prickling so intense it traveled to her heart, and then over ever square inch of her skin and all through her body, and it made her handclasp... squirm... jerk... Oh... Sir Thomas More... Sir Thomas More... more...

He felt her hand gripping his whisker as her hips squirmed straining to crowd her drooling cunt into his mouth.

Jean's back arched. " Ah-h-h-h-h-h.... AH... AHHHH ! " Her orgasm overwhelmed her, a slash of rest, a slash of freedom, and pleasure so strong she didn't have to cerebrate, didn't have to do anything, even travel her body, the delight did that for her as waving after wafture of orgasmic delectation coursed through her. It may have only been a minute or two, but the intensity of it, time was irrelevent.

When her twitching and jerking slowed, her hands disappeared from his head, and he retracted his aching, tired glossa back into his mouth. He smeared his brass over her slippery slit and wet fumble. He was panting, his cock was aching, his Lucille Ball screaming. Just as in the erotica vid, he rose to his pes kept his hands behind her knee joint, leaned over her and ordered, " joystick my shaft in, now... spliff it in. " jean twisted to get her arm between her fold up legs. He watched her delicate hand guide his rod to her channel and after he nudged the drumhead in, he immediately rammed his thick, stiff cock into her as heavy as he could. Her petite body recoiled just as in the vid.

" OH ! " It was something else she had wanted to feel again for so many years. She felt it retreat then plunge in, again, again, again...

Thap... Thap... Thap... Their jetty rammed together with each of Ron's thrusts

Her organic structure lurched each time. She wasn't aware she responded with a brief moan after each plunge of Ron's thick, hard hammer, " Uh... Uh... Uh... "

She tried to keep in place, but his passionate thrusts kept pushing her towards the center of the bed. His hands moved, sliding from around from the backrest of her genu to where her thighs met her trunk. He pulled her to the boundary of the mattress again, this time he raised her legs by her ankles, forming a " V, " then wrapped his limb around so his palms held the movement of her second joint. He started thrusting into her again, her body recoiling from the force-out each time his thigh smacked against her buns. Her articulatio coxae started squirming and trying to crusade towards him to conform to each dip of his thick, grueling rod. It was hard getting the rhythm method right. His manpower moved her legs again, partially folding them, putting her petite human foot two-dimensional against his dresser. He pushed her with his hammer, manus, and body. She started sliding farther onto the bed again.

Ron wasn't quite sure what he should do next. The view they had been in with her pegleg up, hadn't been working very well. He wanted her to reach orgasm, he wanted to know he had made her feel good, he wanted to screw he could convey a bird to orgasm with his stopcock. He wasn't sure why that seemed so important. Punishing her with pleasure ? As he continued moving her, he kept trying to remember positions and how the guys in the pornography vids did it.

He let her animal foot down to the sheet when he got on the bed with her. He pushed and she slid, then he turned her angling her towards the headboard. They were in a missionary post, her branch bent slightly at the knees above the mattress, him between her spread thighs. His hands slid under her upper binding, his palms cupped around her shoulder. She was gasping her breaths, her eyes were staring into his with an expression of awe and excitement, at least he hoped he was flop about the latter. He looked at her cervix then her smallish knocker and her gumdrop nipples.

His hips started moving and his cock started sliding in and back, in and back within her very snug, very warm up, very slippery snatch. He didn't ram it in, kept doing it slowly but not that slowly. jean started pushing with her hips and ramification and started meeting each probe of his throbbing cock. Her subdivision moved, her thenar pressed against the incline of his chest. He kept moving his rosehip, as he gave her breasts kisses, then sucked her taut bombastic nipples, rubbing his spit ravenously on them.

" Mmm-m-m-mhh, " Jean moaned as her eyes closed. She felt the pacing of his sliding cock increase and she compensated with her own rocking, squirming, thrusting movements. It felt so ripe, so glorious. It had been so long, so very long. It really was her first-class honours degree time all over again, but so much better. She knew that even in her inebriated state.

He gave her arched throat a moist, breathy necklace of kisses. He pushed his side into her soft, brunet hair. He kissed her ear. He was panting. " jean... I... I can't last much... longer. "

" Yes... yes... yes... " denim panted her words as her own bm grew more urgent.

Ron's hammer picked up speed and force. His hands cupping her shoulders held her tighter. " Arrrrhhh... ahhh... jeezuz. " He thrust backbreaking and they both heard the thap-thap-thap of his groyne meeting hers. A few second gear later, he was pounding his prick as thick and forcefully into her as he had at the border of the bed.

Her pelvis responded in kind. She knew she was getting close to orgasm again, but at the bit what she wanted more than that was to finger Ron reach it. She never thought it would ever materialise again after her two fumbling, naive experiences with her richly schooltime fellow. She hadn't peaked those meter, but she had felt a wonderful psychological rush knowing her boyfriend had. The boy who started dating soul else at the end of her fifth part workweek in the hospital. Her voice was breathy and urgent, " C'mon, baby... I wan na feel it... feel you cum... cum in me... cum in me. "

He shoved deep again and didn't displume back. He savagely grinded his turncock inside her, and his seawall against her pussy. She felt perfect around him, tight, wet, warm, so damn perfect. " Ahh..... urrrhhh.... ahh.... fu-uck ! " His body clenched tight.

They both felt Ron's pecker surge. denim's peg flexed as she pushed towards Ron, her hips swaying and squirming. Her pubis abrasion against his, mashing and rubbing her shivering, tumid, pink clit against his pubic off-white. wafture of tingling pleasure coursed through her. She flexed her vaginal canal tight around his stopcock. She felt it start out quick convulsions around him beginning her own orgasm.

" Urrrrhhh.... Ronnnn... mmmmhhhh ! " dungaree peaked, not as intensely as she had from his tongue, but that didn't matter. She could palpate each spasm of his duncish manhood, and each dollop of his syrupy heating system spew oceanic abyss in her distribution channel. She clenched her jaw and kept grinding towards him. He had so much grievous bodily harm. He just kept pumping and pumping, limpid heat streamed into her. It hadn't been like this with her boyfriend at all. " Ohhhhmmmm.... ohgod... oh gahhhhd. "

Ron's cock didn't deflate instantly with the last upsurge. He was trusted there was more jiz in his reservoir. His cup hired man holding her shoulders, held tighter as he pushed his face into her profile, her hair had the fragrance of sweet-smelling herbaceous plant and heyday. He pulled back and started thrusting again.

Thap-thap-thap-thap-thap-thap-thap...

" Oh ! " The renewed thrusting storm denim. Her coxa squirmed wildly. Her orgasm intensified. " Oh... oh Ron ! " Her consistency started convulsing under him, completely out of her mastery as waves of titillating joy coursed and crashed through her organic structure. She felt his torso go rigid again, and once Sir Thomas More she felt his cock upsurge and to a greater extent liquid heat spurted thick in her snug transmission channel. " Oh... oh god... mmmmmhhh, " she moaned. She felt his trunk still tensed but his aspect moved, pushing into hairsbreadth, then something happened that she thought she had LE of a chance of experiencing again than sex.

Ron's torso shifted and rose on his elbows. His forearms slid under her shoulder joint so his laurel wreath would cup the incline of denim's expression. He looked into her heart for a duo import, then his face lowered. His oral fissure met hers. His tongue slowly slid between her soft lips and caressed her nonplus inactive knife. Then hers started to proceed too and a oral erotic dancing began. Her weapons system encircled his neck. His hands slid to the backbone of her principal. She pressed her trunk towards him. He liked feeling her turgid, gumdrop nipples press into his chest of drawers. He was glad his cock was deflating slowly and was still within her. He sensed her groove handgrip his heftiness again and he flexed his cock automatically. He felt her quiver again when he did.

At nearly the same moment, they both thought how good it had all felt, how perfect it had been, and each knew they wanted to experience it again and again and again.

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Chapter 4

They got into a subroutine over the next couple weeks. Every other day or so, Ron would set the blueness glass on the kitchen table, then go out. When he returned around 9:00 or 10:00PM, denim would be in her elbow room, naked, waiting for him, half wasted on whisky. He'd go up, undress, and they'd screw like coquette. They did oral on each other, they fucked in legion attitude, Ron leading, remembering as many lieu as he could from the ten porn vids he had. They usually did it twice, a mates nights they did it three clip. The couple Night they only screwed once, there were a couple oral-genital coming to make up for it.

He continued to be very pertain about her pleasure, about her reaching coming. It made him experience good when she hit orgasm. About a workweek after the first time, he discovered something when he tried to get Jean to stop sucking his cock because he didn't want to cum in her mouth, he wanted to cum in her cunt. In her half drunken State Department she decided that she just had to have him gush in her mouth. She wouldn't let go and just hold on sucking harder and harder as he tried to campaign her psyche away without hurting her. It struck him as very odd that he was trying to push her school principal away, not pulling it towards him and deep throating her as most of the cat in the erotica vids did. He got her drumhead back so she just had the head in her sass and he couldn't believe how intensely she was sucking. After about a minute it started to hurt, then it hurt more, then even more. He palmed her brow and pushed harder, then shouted, " GODDAMMIT ! block ! You're hurting me ! "

dungaree stopped counterpushing and he was able to shove her head back. There was a loud, POP ! as his pecker sprang from her sucking oral cavity. He was tempestuous by that full stop, shoved her around, got her in a one-half doggy spot, like that first of all night he saw her beating off, her ass up, her headland and shoulder on the mattress. He rammed his rooster into her the hardest he ever had, while his hand slid under her and flirt with her big button. His erotic wrath started to be laced with fear. His cock no longer hurt, but the headspring was numbed a petty. It still felt awe-inspiring inside her slippery, tight cunt though, and he noticed that slim numbing gave him more controller over when he'd shoot his wad. He really liked that sense of dominance.

He worked his cock from knockout and immobile to slow, deep and grinding from behind. He loved watching her business firm impudence absorb the shock absorber of the hard smacking of his groin as he plunged into her and she shoved back to contact his thrusts. He had a huge sense of skill when jean virtually went into convulsions with an intense orgasm, and his stiff throbbing dick wasn't even close to pumping his wad. They rested then screwed again trying a few new billet he recalled from smut vids, and they both reached climax together, Ron controlling his impulse to shoot, and then actually making the decision pump his hot emollient. Almost every sentence they were together after that, he told her to lactate the question of his cock really hard.

Usually they'd keep going until 2 or 3AM when they'd both be exhausted. dungaree wouldn't let him log Z's with her though, no matter how much he said he wanted to. If need be, she'd push him out of her sleeping accommodation and then interlock the threshold after he was in the dormitory. They didn't always fuck roughly, sometimes, usually at Ron's lead, they did it sluggish, almost tenderly, at to the lowest degree for a spell, then they'd both get more and to a greater extent vivid, until they were screwing like brute again. Even though Jean had finger fucked her ass, and let Ron do the Lapp, she never let him crowd his cock into her prat, no affair how much he begged. It was the sole affair she wouldn't do. She had let him cum in her sass once, even swallowed it. After she did that, he had licked her to an orgasm, took a break, then clapper fucked her cunt to another sexual climax, another break and then they had fucked. Afterwards, it was the solely clock time Jean drunkenly laughed, saying she should let him cum in her mouth everytime. He had laughed too.

The " daybreak after " that followed the more than half twelve erotic nights, weren't noticeably unlike than any other forenoon. Jean acted as if nothing odd had occurred the night before. She didn't feeling at Ron straight on, didn't change her'uniform'from the baggy T's, loose-fitting low-spirited blue jean trunks, and her socks and gym shoe. Ron sort of wanted to verbalise about it, but was afraid if he brought it up, Aunt denim might freak out and the nights with'hot jean'might give up. A duo break of day he actually wondered if she remembered the nights with him. She was always in some stage of drunkeness, but he never thought she was so wasted that the night would be a black hole in her memory. A couple meter he actually wondered if she had something like a split personality, one Jean not knowing anything about what the other Jean did. He thought that was too a lot of a " Hollywood " explanation for it though. He finally concluded the daylight Jean had chosen to guess the nighttime with him never happened.

There were changes in him though. He started eating dinner and breakfast or tiffin with her a half dozen times each week. The first workweek he kept trying to get her to engage off her glasses, or talk about her college days, or her living since college, but he never got practically out of her, and she always had some excuse or just refused to film off her glasses. She also countered nearly every one of his questions with a question about him. It seemed both of them were trying to ask inquiry and not serve any.

They did feel out a few facts about each other, that Ron had been on the first team football game and hand-to-hand struggle teams, and had no idea of what to John Roy Major in at college ; and that blue jean had been one of the salutatorian of her college graduating social class, and always ran the 1st to 3rd grader group Christmas pageantry. To try to get her to open up up more and protract the conversations, Ron actually started helping with the looker or cleaning up after meals, in addition to his former usual job, like taking out the drivel and the curtilage work.

The indorse workweek, something seemed to come about to both of them. Each day they became less and less hesitant about opening up a little more. They even laughed together a few times. They found out more about each other, Jean, spoke at majuscule distance about some subject they had already covered, especially about her passion of teaching. She told a few suspect stories about some of her little educatee. Ron spoke more about heights school fun and how he was now coming to the determination his fourth dimension and exertion might deliver been better worn-out doing something more productive, more intellect. He confessed he was a short touch he had no mind of what to John Roy Major in at college. jean told him not to worry too often at this point, she had no estimate either when she started college. They also began talking about movies and lighter subjects too.

By the middle of the moment week, he realized he looked forward to talking with her at meals and during the clean up afterwards. She still wouldn't take her eyeglasses off nor look at him straight on, nor did she ever vary from wearing her " uniform. "

He knew he was ignoring or pushing the notion out of his mind when it popped into his thoughts, that what they had done and were doing was incest. He rationalized it somehow, mainly that it didn't spirit like incest to him. " Hot Jean " didn't seem like an aunt to him at all. He thought of her as some Weird and very hot college chick, who loved doing it with him every couple years.

Sometimes it felt like it was all a dream. They'd screw but the adjacent aurora denim was always aunt Jean again, and since they never spoke of the nights together, it really did strike him at times that it might just be his imagination, even though he knew it wasn't. One morning Jean even had a hickey on her neck.

Near the end of the 2d calendar week, Ron began to include to himself that he really liked her, but there was something odd about it. When he was with " Hot blue jean " he got his rock off, loved every sizzling moment with her, yet, sometimes even during the fervent sex, he found himself wishing at least part of the sweet, nice, " Aunt dungaree " who he was beginning to know was with him in bed. There were metre that second hebdomad when he was out and he'd think about being with her, not fucking " night clock time hot Jean, " but talking and maybe even laughing with " daytime Jean. " He finally realized what he really wanted to do was crusade his turncock into the " full phase of the moon blue jean, " the " come Jean " not just the slutty, drunk, hot blue jean. When he felt the desire to be with " tally Jean " it disturbed him a short and he wasn't really surely why, maybe because he wasn't sure why the " number Jean " seemed so much more attractive to him. He didn't even want to consider he might be feeling more than than " like " for her, nor that she was filling a huge emptiness that had been in his life history.

All that transpired over the course of seventeen days.

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Chapter 5

Ron had gotten the idea the Night before. When Jean left to run some errands after lunch, he set the dark glass on the table and under it he placed a cut out porn mag photograph of a naked babe with a magic mark circle he had drawn around the miss's partially shaved pussy. The sides of her prick were baby smooth, but there was a pocket-size, somewhat triangular patch left at the top of her puss. He left and drove over to Josh's house, then to the promenade. As they roamed the mall, Ron kept looking in the window of all the woman's vesture shop class wondering what denim would look like wearing the wearing apparel on display.

He returned home around 10PM. His tool was already fully upright and his orchis were aching for ease as he forced himself not to run up to her room, although he did take the stairs faster than normal. Her door was open, one of the small lamps was on. When he stepped across the threshold, Jean, as usual, was naked on her bed, drinking from the blueish glass. He could recount she was at least half wasted. She swiveled on the bed still somewhat leaning back against the headboard. He saw she had shaved her muff, just like the ripped out cartridge clip movie. Ron liked it, but nearly immediately found himself wishing for the thick haired furry bush. He realized he had really enjoyed rubbing his facial expression into her " fur. "

" I got a haircut, like you wannid me to, Ron. " She took a gulping from the puritanic glass. " How come you din't come in home earlier ? I've been waitin'for you. Are you gon na fuck me now ? Is that why you wannid me to cut my cunt hair, huh ? "

Ron's pecker was throbbing. He couldn't quite read his auntie. She seemed horny, had to be the way she was lightly and seemingly absentmindedly fingering her clitoris, yet her face and voice made him think she was tempestuous, not necessarily that he was late, because he wasn't, but tempestuous in general.

" Com'& # 039 ; ere. You wan'me to suck your putz, don't you ? "

Ron stopped thinking with his encephalon and thought only with his prick. " Yeah. I want you to suck it. " He pulled off his shirt then started on his baggy shorts.

" You wan'me to give suck it like a slut, right ? Huh ? You want me to be a slut for you ? "

" Yeah... yeah, like a slovenly woman. And... suck the head really laborious when I tell you to. "

"'Kay. I'll do that. "

He knelt on the bed and blue jean got on all fours, put one hand on the nucleotide of his thick prick, laved the head, then the rod with her tongue, then took it into her mouth. Ron half moaned, half grunted. He leaned forward and ran his hands down her rachis to her perfect apple ass, stroking her buns for a while, then her binding again. She was giving head a lot better than the first distich times. He rarely felt her teeth, the " O " of her mouth gripped him tightly as it slid down to forgather her manus stroking up. Sometimes she moaned, hummed really, and it sent a very squeamish vibration through his tool. He'd usually groan in response. Once she hummed a giggle after his utterance and that almost made him photograph his wad. He kept looking at her ass, touching it, stroking it, squeezing it. He really wanted to push his cock into her ass. Her puss was really slopped, but he expected her hot arse would be even tighter. Just the thought of doing it almost made him cum. He told her to suck the point really gruelling. She did, and as per usual, he had to slant away and push her foreland with his palm to get her to stop. POP ! She said what she did sometimes, that she wanted him to cum in her oral cavity just like she " cummed " on his mouth.

Again, he really wanted, almost needed, to make her scope orgasm first. He didn't wonder why anymore, he just wanted to realise her cum first. He told her to lay down, then he slid off the bed and pulled her hips to the edge as he had that very first time. He folded her legs up and back and held them there as his oral fissure devoured her newly coifed pussy. She got very wet, and with his own saliva a trickle of slippery succus drooled down over her hot little anus. He told her to maintain her legs back herself, so her blazon laced around her calf, her hand cupped the back of her fat ankles. His spit and mouth kept working her bitch and her wondrous, tumid, turgid clit while he drew his right hand down the back of her thigh and moved it below his chin. His ovolo planted on her hot, squinting orifice already lubed with his drooling saliva and her pussy juice. He slid it over and around the hot spot with firm strokes.

Jean tensed for a import, which just made the fantastic chill tingles from her pussy intensify. " Mmmmhh... oh... oh yeahhh... yeahhh, " she moaned as she pushed up towards his oral fissure and started slowly squirming her hips.

Without really thinking what he was doing, he sucked her thin, delicate labia into his sass, rubbing his tongue firmly and quickly against the pin down pussy lips, then pushed them nearly all the way out, but quickly sucked them back in, more knife strokes, then pushed out, sucked in, pushed out, sucked in over and over again while his tongue wildly stroked them, and his ovolo rubbed faster on her torrid, slippery prick. Jean started trembling and pushing towards his rima oris more intensely.

" Oh... oh god... wha'& # 039 ; re you doin'... oh... oh god... don'... don'closure... oh god tha'feels good... so... good. "

He kept it up for another one-half minute, then let her tap petals slip out. He stabbed his spit into her nodding channel, swirling it around crazily as his thumb continued stroking her anus.

" Oh... oh... oh gahhhhhd. " dungaree started panting. Ron's mouth moved slightly and his spit slid to her large, tight clit. He sucked it firmly but gently as his tongue rubbed it furiously. He'd never get enough of her incredible clit.

" OH ! OHHHHHH-H-H ! " jean's optic shut smashed, as she lost control of her body. Wave after wave of intense pleasure coursed through her, making her push her hips up and press her slit right up against Ron's wet mouth, her cervix then her back arched, her pussy began contracting over and over again as her body quaked from the intensity of her orgasm.

Ron kept his lingua working until dungaree's twitching became jerking. He didn't want to chance hurting her with his teeth, so he smeared his grimace against her wet, slippery slit. Before blue jean he had never given much thought to whether or not a cunt could actually be pretty. denim's was. With its delicate garden pink lips, vauntingly button, and satin grain, it really did expect, palpate, and gustatory sensation like some alien, erotic flush. Knowing how cubby, warm, and wet it was around his cock, made it even more beautiful. He needed to be inside her. He turned his head and looked at the wooden chair at the desk. He had wanted to try something he had seen on one of his porn vids. He hoped Jean was sober enough to do it. jean was still trembling and huffing her breaths, but her twitch and jerk had subsided. He turned his face to her twat again. He gently sucked her large clitoris and furiously rubbed the tip of his knife on it again.

Jean's eyes shut pissed. She started shaking again as her hips rose to press her slit to Ron's mouth. " Oh-h-h-h-h... ohgod... urrrrrrh ! " His spit intensified the waves of delight radiating from between her legs. It was almost too a great deal pleasure. She was nearly frantically panting her breathing spell. She murmurred, " Oh... oh Ron... Ron. "

When denim started to twitch and yank again, he gave her drooling cunt a duad cheek stroke, then pulled her legs down. They hung over the edge of the mattress. He quickly rose from his genu, then got the wooden chairman from the desk and brought it to the bed. He'd try what he had seen on that porn vid.

He took her hand and pulled. denim gave him an inebriated smile as she kept huffing her breather and sat up. He realized he really liked her smiling. It made her look even prettier and sexier.

blue jean released a legal brief, breathy giggle. Her eyebrows rose. Her voice had a cute lilt to it, " You wan'me to suck your big rooster again ? " She wondered if he was going to sit in the chair for it.

" No... ahh... yeah.... yeah, just the head, and... and wet-nurse it really intemperately just... just for a little while. "

"'kay. " He didn't sit so she reached for his thick cock as she leaned forward and opened her backtalk extensive. She engulfed the headway and a little more. Jean sucked it rhythmically like a baby at a nipple but didn't think of it that way. She realized again how thick and big he really was, she thought the same matter each time his wonderful cock first pushed into her slit. She also knew she only had experienced one other penis with which to equate it. All that mattered was that it was the perfect sizing for her.

Ron growled, " Ahhh.... mannnnnn. "

blue jean liked it when he groaned like that. The " O " of her sass tightened around his circumference and her head started bobbing slowly, sliding her lip down the staff an inch or so, then up until it just slipped over the ridgepole of the spongy yet strong helmet of his humanness. She did it slowly a few times then picked up speed and slid it down a little further coming together her gripping hand moving up and down from the base. She decided she wanted to find Ron lose control and cum in her lip. She was going to guard it in her sass, then when he got diffuse and slipped from her mouth, she was going to look up at him, meet his eyes to take a leak sure he was watching, then swallow it all. She wanted to show him that she'd do anything for him.

" Urrrrhhh... fu-uck... Jean... jus'... jus'suck the promontory... the headway... jus'the head. "

" Mmm-mmmh. "

The petty vibrating hum almost made him pump his wad. His paw held her question. It took some strength for him to get her to stop bobbing. " denim... jus'the promontory. I... I want to be inside your slit. C'mon, jus'the caput. Suck it really hard. "

Jean protested with a retentive, pouting hum, " Mmmmmmhhhh-mmmmhhh. "

Ron's eye shut tight and his jaw clenched. The shaking nearly made him shoot. He struggled to ignore how good it felt. His center opened. " jean... the head... suck hard. suckle it hard. "

Jean finally did as he asked. Her cheeks went concave as she suckled the helmet as intensely as she could.

" Urrrrhh... yeah.... yeah. " He felt himself loosen on his cum initiation. He felt the head numbing, then a few minute later it started to wound. As always, when his palm tree pushed her frontal bone, jean tried to resist. He grunted, " enough... enough. " He pushed her forehead harder.

Jean's question jerked back as she kept sucking. POP ! She was huffing breaths as her spit wiggled out of her mouth towards the now dark red head of Ron's peter. " Le'me... le'me suck it more. "

Ron's mitt moved to her arm pits. He pulled her up to her feet. " No... I need to be at heart you. " He sat on the chair and pulled one of her hands to his shoulder then both his hands went to her waist. " tone onto the English rungs of the chair, then... then grim down onto my gumshoe. know what I mean ? "

" Ummm...'kay. " She put her former hired man on his other shoulder. She giggled as she placed odd foot on the incline rung, then wobbled a minuscule as she placed her former petite human foot on the inverse round. " Oh...'kay... I get it. "

Ron moved his paw to her hips. He watched her right bridge player take cargo area of his throbbing rod. Her legs started to turn at her human knee. He watched her glistening pussy relocation to the tip of his prick. Her delicate, pink labia were flared open from his oral examination ministrations. She rubbed the tip of his cock up and down her wet, slippery slit, then she lowered more and the head word nudged inside her warm, wet channel.

" Urrrhhhh, " Ron groaned.

Jean giggled softly at his groan. Her hips swayed as she pushed down slightly. Sir Thomas More of his thick, hard rod slid into her tight, juicy channel. He felt additional big, then she realized that her legs flex holding herself up, was also making her cunt clinch. She held his shoulders tighter and put some of her weight on him, relaxing her legs a little and her slit followed suit of clothes. She pushed down while still swaying her hips and half of his tool worked into her cunt.

" Ahhhh.... jeezuz... denim, that... that feels so good. "

Jean smiled, then pushed down harder. It felt very serious to her too. She liked gripping him so tightly, feeling every fraction of his rigour sliding up into her. She closed her eyes and exhaled sharply, then her respiration quickened as she took the last column inch of him inside her. She felt the firm yet squishy helmet energy against her cervix uteri. " Ohhhhh.... mmmmmmhhhh. "

She felt Ron's hands hold her rosehip tighter, felt his thighs flex and then he pushed up into her as his hands made her ass move side to side on his lap. Her back arched as she did the movement herself, squirming on his thighs. She pushed down harder and as she swayed and rocked, sometimes her expectant clit smooshed against his pelvic ivory. " Oh... mmmhh. " She felt his work force nudge her up. Her peg flexed again and her butt rose slowly, still swaying, her twat still very tight around his rod, moving up and up until just the bulbous school principal was inside her. She then pushed down hard and Ron pushed up. Her groove was instantly stretched again. She heard a balmy - thap - as her ass met his thighs. She did it again, then again, then again. Thap - thap - thap.

dungaree tilted her head down and watched. Thap-thap-thap. Soon she was bouncing on him. Ron kept pushing up to meet her. " Oh... oh god... mmmmh. " She shut her heart tightly. It was almost like riding a horse, some hot, erotic horse.

Without intellection, Ron's hand left her hip and he brought it down on the buttock of her ass. Smat ! " Faster... harder... harder, Jean. "

The spank was a blow but she liked the sensation of hot, tingling PIN number and needles on her bun. She got more crazed, shoving down harder as he wanted. She was panting. She whispered between breaths, " Do... that... some... more. "

Ron's other hand moved. As her ass started down again, he gave her left bun a swat. Smat ! Then when she rose and started down again, his other helping hand gave her rectify cheek a spank. Smat ! The left - Smat ! The ripe - Smat !

" Oh ! " jean's butt was covered with hot, shivering personal identification number and needles. It drove her state of nature. She was rising and slamming down on Ron's lap so fast and hard he couldn't rise up to meet her. " Oh... oh god.... Ron....Ron... mmmmmhhh. " Her oculus were shut tightly. She felt his hands hold her waistline. She slammed down on his thick cock again and then grinded wildly on his lap.

Ron's eyes were shut too. He didn't want to shoot his wad yet. Her cunt felt so very fast and awesome around his pecker. He was breathing nearly as ragged and debauched as she was. " Hold... hold on. I wan na.... get on the bed. "

" Mmm... do... do we hafta ? " She pushed down and grinded even more intensely. She was getting close to another orgasm. She didn't want to impress to the bed.

He growled, " Yeah... yeah, we do. contain on. "

When she leaned forward and encircled his neck with her slender arm, he slid forward on the hot seat and her legs folded upward against his English. He gripped the brass of her ass with both paw. As he started to put up her pegleg wrapped around his lower back. He took the couple stone's throw to the bed and lowered her towards the mattress. She kept clinging to him like a baby monkey to its mother as he crawled towards the headboard, his dick still buried deeply inside her, her transmission channel gripping his girth tightly. He lowered her to the sheet, then folded her legs up and back and kept them in spot in the crooks of his elbow. His paw cupped around her shoulder. He had done it this way before. He needed to fuck her hard and rough. She was already squirming and pushing against his groin. His throbbing stocky pecker was still buried deep inside her perfect hugging channel.

Jean was panting. " Are... you going to... fuck me... hard... hmmm ? Are you gon na... do it hard... really hard ? "

He grinded intensely against her pubic pearl. He was also huffing his breaths. " Is that what you want ? Huh ? You want me to sleep with you really heavily and firm, Jean ? "

" Yeah... c'mon... do it... do it to me..... c'mon, Ron... harder... I wan na do it hard. "

Her asking for it nearly made him empty his globe into her. He pulled back and slammed into her as hard as he could. Her body lurched but his cupped hand under her articulatio humeri kept her in billet on the canvas. He reared back again and rammed into her once more.

" OH ! Oh... god... yes.... yessss... faster... oh god, Ron... it feels... so near... so secure, baby. " She panted a few deep breaths. " So upright ! Yes ! YES ! "

Ron's prick became a charged piston. Jean bucked under him in perfect timing to gather each of his thrusts. Their pubic osseous tissue rammed against each other. It hurt a piffling but felt wild and crazy, and so it was ripe. In LE than two moment he knew he was going to pop his rocks. " Oh... jeezuz... I'm gon na cum... I'm gon na cum, Jean... oh fuck... arrrrrhhh ! "

" Yes... yes ! Deep... deep in me, Ron... ohgod... fill me. Deep... Deep ! filling me... Fill me, Ron ! I wan na find it ! "

His mind was reeling so he wondered only a import if this time was the most verbal for Jean to engagement. He did want to fill her up. He rammed deep once more, then kept grinding his groin against her and his cock swayed inside her warm, wet, stiff line. " Arrrhh... oh.... oh jean... oh... fu-UCK ! " His cock exploded in her profundity gushing gobs of cum into her. Jean pushed and grinded towards him violently. After a half dozen spasms of his throbbing dick, he let her legs stretch down to the mattress. Her stage were bent at the knee joint slightly as she used them and her vertebral column to promote up towards him again. He grinded into her once more and then lowered to her pectus as his cock rippled another three times shooting blanks. He pushed his font into her fragrant hair, breathing heavily and mumbling, " Jeezuz... jean... ahh jeez... you're... you're so hot... so good... so perfect. " He kept huffing intimation. His body stiffened once again and incredibly his cock nip once more. " Urrh ! " He turned his head towards her shoulder just to get nerveless air. He kept most of his weight off her with his elbows.

With the last ripple of his cock, she hugged him very tightly with her limb and legs, it was more hard to breathe and catch his intimation. A pair minutes later he felt her shaking slightly, then more. He started to smile as he kept sucking breathing time. He was sure she was about to start laughing. He knew if he heard a joke, he'd gag too, even though he wasn't aware of what was funny, maybe his total enervation. He had just fucked the hot version of his aunt and did experience like chuckling about that, not because it was funny, but that it felt so estimable, a little laugh would appear to follow the grin on his face.

She made him feel so good. She made him feel like a man. It was so odd that she was previous yet in bed like this, he felt like the elderly one, or at to the lowest degree equal age with her. Although he had started wishing even more that they could be more normal about it all. Not have two Jeans, one of the day and a different one of the night, but have one individual total dungaree. Would that ever be possible ? He felt her demand a cryptic breath, then her consistence jerked. He heard something like a coughing and realized she wasn't laughing, she was crying. His contented grinning instantly vanished.

He had to use some durability to get her coat of arms and ramification to unfreeze him. When he did, she rolled onto her slope and into a fetal view, in the process his deflated cock slipped out of her. She was crying intensely, sometimes sobbing. He lay on his side, spooning her, pushing his down arm under her slope to enclose both his arms around her lilliputian body, holding her conclusion to him.

" W-W-Wha'have... I-I-I d-d-done ? " Jean released a distich sobs. " I'm so... u-u-ugly... a-a-an'now... I'm s-s-so b-b-bad. I... I c-c-can't... h-h-help it-t-t. I... I wan'it. I-I don'wann be... alone. I don'w- wan na be alone. I... I don'wan na be u-u-ugly an'b-b-bad. I'm s-s-sorry... s-s-so s-s-sorry. It's... it's... all m-m-my f-f-fault... m-m-my f-fault. " denim broke down into breath sucking SOB again.

Ron not only felt like the crowing bunghole in the universe, he also felt a suppression guilt. He realized he was taking advantage of a girl who was obviously a little fruitcake if not truly crazy. But how was he harming her really ? She just said she needed it, and he needed it too. They weren't hurting anyone one else by fucking. No one knew and no one would know. He realized he didn't want to be alone either. Oh squat. He hadn't given it a great deal thought, but he had assumed she was on the oral contraceptive. She had to be on the anovulatory drug ! His gut tightened more. What if she isn't ? ! He had to ask about that, obviously not now, but soon. Did she need to stop fucking him, even though she just said she wanted it ? He wanted her so damn much but he would never coerce her to do it.

Jeezuz... what if she did want to block up fucking him ? He needed her as much as... no, he needed her more than she needed him. Was he using her ? Taking reward of her because she was depressed or emotionally screwed up ? Or... was she taking advantage of him because he was a teenage guy who was always horny ? Were they using each early ? Both of them being selfish, getting what they wanted and it just happened to be they wanted the Lapplander thing ? Did he deal about her at all ?

Yes, he did handle about her ! He had been an ass to her before. He had treated her terribly. He did like her, he liked her a lot. He might even know who the " add up Jean " might be. He didn't want to think about beloved though. Yes, it was all screwed up. She was his aunt, it was incest, but he had refused to even really think about that until this import. They weren't hurting anyone ! They weren't even hurting each other ! So what if it was incest !

But, why was she sobbing right now if she wasn't getting hurt ? Oh SOB, what would he do if she didn't want to fuck him anymore ? He'd go ballock being with her for the next couple calendar month, knowing how good it could be and then not be able-bodied to refer her. He had to do something, had to at to the lowest degree say something to her now. He realized what a selfish motherfucker he was at the moment. He should be more worry about Jean, not whether or not she was going to kibosh fucking him.

He was glad her sob had stopped and she was just crying hard now. She didn't want to be ugly and she wasn't when she was the hot dungaree. She had to convert the'daylight Jean.'Ron quickly decided that was the veridical trouble, not incest, not any of the other stuff.'auntie Jean'wouldn't even look someone in the heart because she thought she was ugly. That's what was nuts ! He had to somehow get her to gain that. Any girl who wore the variety of dress she did would probably think she was ugly too ! His mind started racing. What did she live on mutter ?

He kissed her articulatio humeri, then her top dog. " Jean... I... I'm the one who's sorry. I... I don't want to terminate... " He blinked. He shouldn't say'fuck.'" I don't want us to stop being together like this, but... I mean... Do... do you need us to stop being together like this ? " He wondered if she was so imbibe she'd not interpret what he was saying. He wished he was better with words. He held his breathing place waiting for her answer. He didn't want her hurt. He didn't want her to sense bad about any of it. He admitted to himself there was more to it for him than the sex. What he wanted was to be with the the entire Jean, the jean in between the Jean of the night and Aunt jean of the day. Did'middle'or'total'Jean even exist ? He did manage about her ! He really didn't want any of this to hurt her or arrive at her cry.

" No... I don'... don'wan na stop an'.. an'... th-th-that makes m-m-me so... s-s-so bad. "

He exhaled, kissed her cheek, then even kissed her disfigured eye socket. It made her cringe. He spoke softly and hurriedly, " It's not, we're not bad, dungaree. We're not hurting anyone... it's... it's us... us just ahhh... caring for each other, giving... giving each early what... what we need. We... we're... we're sharing something... that's... that's really nice, really... uh... beautiful, right ? It's... it's good not bad. "

" I-I-I d-d-don'know any... anymore. " She let our another sob. " I... c-can't h-help that... I wan'it. I like you... an'tha... t.. t... " Another sob.

" It... it is good. But... I think we... we have to make it easily and... and... " He wasn't sure he should say what was on his mind. Maybe they'd never fuck again. " I... I think we need to... to check imbibition so practically beforehand... I mean... when we do it together, when we're together like this. I... I think it'll be just, you know, not being drunk and... and you'll... we'll feel more, and... and you'll be able to see that... that I really do cogitate you're beautiful. I... I think you being dru... you being a petty tipsy, you don't really see how... how I think you're beautiful and... and hot, and nice, and... and how a great deal I like you, and like being with you. "

" I... I don'know if... if I can... can do this without d-drinking. I need it... an'... an'you... I need you so very much... s-s-so much, R-R-Ron. " Again she broke down into intense crying.

He knew what he had to say and it was the truth. He gave her cheek, her temple, her screwed up eye socket kisses, then kissed her ear. He spoke softly, " I need you too, Jean. I need you just as much as you need me. Together we're not alone. I don't want to stimulate you cry though. I... I want to hit you feel good. I... I want to help you see how fairly you are. I want to... to be together like this when... when you haven't been drinking, when neither of us have been drinking. I want you to be... I want to facilitate you to... to loose around hoi polloi, to... to dress like... like some cute chick, which is what you are. I want you to see how... how undecomposed and... and normal you are and can be. I don't just want to be in bed with you. I... I want us to do thing together, get to know each other better. "

He was shocked his own eye started welling with crying. " Jean... I like you. I want to be with you when you haven't been drinking at all. I want us to do more than have sex together, just... just do normal things together. I... I want you to be well-chosen and... and you're not gon na be if... if you don't variety. I want... want you stop worrying so a great deal about... about how you look, and... and I want you to look me in the eyes all the time not just when we're together like this. I want you to try to be... be less worried about what everyone thinks and... and... and just try to be... be yourself, and be happy. I like you... I like you a lot. " weeping started running down his font. It made him feel like a goddamn wimp.

Jean had heard at least half of what he had said. He liked her. He did think she was pretty, or maybe that was his pity talking but it didn't seem like pity. She heard him sniff and realized he was crying too. His tears lessened her own but didn't kibosh them. She pushed his branch away, then twisted towards him. She put her arms around him and his revert around her. " I'll... I'll try, Ron... I'll try for you to... to be... to be braver... more... convention. I... I'll try not to... to drink so... so much. "

" We're... we're going shopping for you tomorrow. We're going to do that no matter what, denim. I'm not kidding. We are. You... you can't be dressing like... like you do all the sentence. I... I'm buying you new apparel. I'll... I'll help you pick matter out. "

" All right... all right, anything, honey, jus'... jus'don't leave me. "

When she agreed Ron's tears stopped but dungaree continued to softly cry on and off for the next fifteen minutes, grabbing Thomas More tissue paper a few time. Finally she settled down. Ron told her he felt exhausted. She said the Lapplander. She didn't tell him to allow. They continued holding each former and within ten arcminute, they had both dozed off.

* * *

jean was all-embracing eyed behind the large sunglasses. Ron had almost not let her wear them. She had lied to him when they had breakfast, well, when she had made him breakfast. Her stomach was too worried with a hangover and anxiety about the late night to eat anything, nor did she eat much of a breakfast on any day. She lied when he asked if she remembered agreeing to go clothes shopping for her today. She had said she couldn't think of that, and she'd have never agreed to it. He had gotten angry, had stood up from the board and paced back and Forth. He said they were going shopping, even if she didn't commemorate promising, he was going to make her go, even if he had to tie her up and carry her around.

He then went down a list of things, how it wasn't bad that they were having sex, that it wasn't hurting anyone, that they both wanted to do it and it was helping both of them. It was sharing and it was upright, no matter what anyone else would think. He told her that, yeah, he was dumb and just a stripling and didn't know everything, but she was even mute because she was being afraid when she had goose egg to be afraid of. She was pretty and sexy even if she didn't know it and was blind to it. He said he was fed up watching her act like the way she dressed, like she was some stupefied dork, mortal who didn't even know how to act around the great unwashed, which he knew she did know how to do.

He shouted that he was sick of her coming across to him and everyone else like she was some unhinged person because she wasn't crazy and definitely wasn't ugly and that her acting like that made him so fucking angry. He told her she had promised him last night to go shopping, to let him foot out her clothes, to help her with that, that he'd even use his own money, and that she was goddamn going to do it, even if she shouted or cried or acted like some goddamn crazy person the integral time. He didn't handle if she kicked and screamed like some little brat, he was going to drag her from entrepot to store until she had adequate wearing apparel so she could dress differently every day. And if she somehow turn away, he was going to rip up every one of her stupid " uniforms, " her dullard oversized, bad fitting, pudden-head blue jean shortstop and T shirts !

His outburst hadn't scared her, but it had affected her. No one had ever spoken so frankly and forcefully to her. She actually believed he would give birth dragged her boot and screaming from store to storage. She had been overwhelmed by him. When he asked a few Sir Thomas More clock time if she remembered agreeing to go shopping, she had finally admitted she sort of remembered, and when she said that, he had virtually pulled her around telling her to get fix. He had held her hired hand tightly as he took her out to the car, opened the door for her and then shut it for her, very gentlemanly, but it was more as if he had expected her to decamp away and he was going to catch her before she escaped.

She had also been remembering everything else too. She obviously knew what they had been doing was terribly wrong. Until concluding night she had just rationalized that it happened because she had been drunk. She had promised herself after every prison term they had sex that it would never happen again. She guessed that close Nox, she had finally admitted to herself she had been rationalizing and outright lying to herself. She didn't want it to hold on. She needed it, not just the sex, but the rest of it too, she was so glad he was talking with her now and spending time with her. And from what she remembered only having sex twice with her long forgotten boyfriend before her aliveness had been changed by the stroke, Ron was a bully lover. She didn't have to recollect the other two times as a teen and compare him to that other boy, all she had to do was remember the past distich weeks, and how many orgasms he had given her.

" cargo area your mind up, Jean. "

" I am. " She lied. She raised her head.

" And put your damn shoulders back too. "

" I... I'm standing fine. "

" Jean.... do it. "

She did as he said. She was too tired, hungover, and so near an anxiety attack she didn't want to argue.

Ron pointed to a small clothing depot. He had just seen four college doll walk out. " We'll start there. "

" Ron... I... I don't want to go in here. I... I haven't been in a shopping center for... for years. I... I shop at Walmart for wearing apparel. Why... why don't we go there. Please. "

Ron held her hand tighter. His articulation was stern. " No. We're going in here. I've got a clustering of money. You're getting new wearing apparel. stuff that fits, and we're going to other storehouse too, so.... so get used to it. "

She tried to pull out him to a stop, then twist her script from his. " I... I can't. "

His mitt tightened on hers. He kept pulling her. " That's bullshit. If you shop at the grocery stock and... Walmart, you can buy at in a plaza too. It's not that big of a deal, Jean. Don't get me pissed off. " He opened the boutique's room access, his mitt released hers and then quickly went to her modest spinal column. He virtually had to squeeze her inside. He was determined to get her through this shopping trip, but his attitude was mostly feigned. He was really concerned she was going to freak.

*

He stepped up to her bedroom door and stood there for a few present moment. They had gotten back from the plaza after 2:00 PM. He was glad he had been really horny from just seeing her try on clothes that fit, because as soon as they got into the sign, he had pulled denim upstairs. When they got to her room, he nearly ripped her " consistent " apparel off and his own. He had passionately kissed her as he had pushed her to her bed, then as soon as she sat down, he was on his knees, raising her peg, and folding them back, and his sass was on her cunt a mo later.

His horniness had gotten them over the reverence of doing it with her sober. It had been the best time ever. Jean was just as aphrodisiac and hot and awful as all the meter she had been wasted. It had taken a huge weight off his shoulder joint or intellect or wherever that heavy trouble was. He smiled softly. He was going to'gain lie with'with her again later. He was going to do everything she loved. It was going to be her night, everything for her later.

" Jean ? " He waited a few moments. No reply. He tapped on the threshold lightly. His vocalization mass rose. " jean ? You dressed yet ? "

" Yes... but... why don't we stay home ? I'll wear this dress and... and then make you dinner, and... and then afterwards... I'll... I'll make you feel so good, Ron. We.... we'll stay up all night and... and I'll do anything you want. Just... just let's stay home plate. I did the shopping with you today. Isn't that enough for one day ? "

He tried the room access node. It was locked. She had done everything he wanted today, but he wanted her to do more, she had been too anathemise afraid for way too many years, and he was sure this would be good for her. His voice softened, " jean, spread the door. I want to see you in the dress again. "

" Can't we just bide home ? " She didn't notice her voice sounded like a trivial girlfriend's.

" I really want to see you in the dress. total on. open the door. " If she refused he was going to get the pin and unlock it. He waited twenty seconds. His phonation came out stern, " Jean. "

" Just a second. " She got up from the bed and walked to the room access. She opened it. " Ron, please. Can't we just bide home ? I put this dress on for you. Isn't that enough ? Really, please. Let's stay here tonight. Please. "

Again Ron couldn't believe his optic. She looked incredibly hot in the conformation fitting short storage tank dress. Except for the stunned role player glasses, she really could be some young lady from his graduating class, well, at to the lowest degree some college babe. She had those fat ankles but her legs shaved looked good, very attractive, hot. Her cute, even pretty, little feet in the thin out strap leather sandals were even sexy. He looked at her face. Her pilus was pushed forward at the incline to hide her deformity. His manus rose and his fingertips combed the hair on the good face of her face back. Then he started to do the same on the marred side. Her body stiffened.

" Ron, please... don't do that. allow my whisker there. Please. "

He could see her good eye was tearing, nearly brimfull with tears, the odd eye was too. The distortion around her eye socket was mostly hidden by the dumb chicken feed. " I think it looks effective like this. " She turned her face from him. His ribbon cupped the offend side of her brass and he had to use a little enduringness to get her to look at him again. " I like you facing me when we talk. " He lowered his hand and looked her over quickly. Something was missing. " Oh... uh... do you have a purse or bag or something ? "

" Just my... my big bag. "

" Ahh... well, do you call for to take anything ? You know, any... " He didn't know what to say. A small smiling came to his mouth. " Any girl stuff ? "

" Yes... no... I don't know. Ron, please, let's... "

He interrupted, " Jean, you look terrific, best than in the entrepot when you tried this on and you looked awesome there. "

blue jean bowed her head and trembled as she started crying softly. " Don't... don't make fun of me. "

He frowned, then put his arm around her shoulders and nudged her toward the dresser. He pulled out some tissue paper from the box and gave them to her. " Wipe your heart, then look in the mirror. "

She wiped her heart and blew her nose with her head bowed. " No. "

" You said you'd do anything for me a few here and now ago. "

" I will. Let's just stay home. "

" What I want is for you to expect in the mirror. " His jaw tensed. " Do it, blue jean, right now. " She slowly raised her head. " See ? You look terrific. Pretty, and hot and... jeezuz... you look my age. "

" I don't... I look awful. "

" I hope you know I really like what we do together in this room. It's... it's awesome for me. Do you like what we do together ? "

" You... You know I do. "

" I... I would lose disbursement those times we've been having lately if it all had to barricade, I mean, you know, before college this fall. I would leave out you a lot, Jean. Would you miss our time together too ? "

" I'd... I'd miss you a lot. Why... why are you asking me that ? "

" You know how I asked you this afternoon, and even before this afternoon, what you'd like me to do to spend a penny you feel serious, and you've asked me the Saami head ? "

" Yes. "

" I would wish you to go out with me this night, like we agreed, to dinner, then.... then maybe that out-of-door cafe in Town. That would build me feel really salutary, Jean. I really want to do that with you. "

teardrop started rolling down her human face again. " I don't want to be stared at, looked at. You don't understand. "

" I thought you didn't mind me looking at you now ? Were you lying ? "

" No. You can face at me. I... I trust you now, I mean... I mean everybody else. "

Ron spoke softly, " You know, when I've gone out on a appointment, I'm only concerned that my date looks at me, pays attention to me. I... I wouldn't want her thought about anyone else around, worrying about if they were looking at her or not. And I don't handle if anyone else looks or doesn't look at me. The girl I'm with is who concerns me. I guess you don't feel that way. " It was sort of what had thought of to say in anticipation of this very conversation. He wondered for a moment if he had ever really cogitate anything like it on his handful of engagement. Probably not.

" That's... that's not what I mean. You know what I mean. "

He wasn't going to convince her. He didn't know enough. He had been about to jeopardise her, no dinner party out, then no sex. Then he got afraid she'd get angry and say him to go to hell. His voice was delicate again, " Jean, I want us to have dinner out just as often as I want us to sleep together. If something... something awful happens tonight, I... I won't ask you to do this again. I... I thought this would... would be fun to get out of the house. I thought it would demonstrate you that... that I like you, that it's not just the sex for me anymore. I want to know you better. I... I want us to go out tonight. If something terrible happens, we won't ever do it again. " He prayed nothing untoward would happen.

She couldn't figure out why he wasn't embarrassed to be seen with her. He was being sweet, but he just didn't understand. Maybe if he saw what would encounter he'd know she was right. " If... if something bad happens, we... we won't have to do this again ? "

" Yeah, but... but you have to... you have to... you have to... " He didn't know how to say it. He figured he shouldn't say she had to act'normal.'

" rich person to do what ? "

" You know how you're looking down right now ? "

" So what ? "

" You can't do that tonight. If you do, that'll give away our deal. And... and we'll do this again even if something bad happens. "

" What difference does it make how my head is ? "

" Well, I'd like you to look at me just like you've started doing today, and... and I think it looks really dazed to walk around with your head down. "

" See ? Even you think I look hideous. "

" I didn't say that. " His jaw clenched for a mo. He finally got an mind. " Your number one grade tike, your students ? "

" What about them ? "

" What would you say to some small boy or niggling girl who always walked around looking down at the flooring or... or never looked into your center when you spoke to them ? "

denim bit her lower lip. She wiped her eyes again with the damp tissue. " All right. I'll go and... and keep my head up, but if something... something bad happens, I'll never do this again and you won't make me do it again. "

Ron exhaled. " Great. Let's go. " He took her hand. " Look at me. "

She raised her face and met his eyes.

He smiled. " Hi. "

Her side scrinched and her center welled up yet again. Her representative squeaked, " Hi. " She wiped her eyes with the tissue.

Ron kissed her cheek. " You look awesome. " He headed to the door. He was glad he didn't have to displume Jean out of the room.

It took them less than 15 minutes to drive to the eatery. Ron walked around the car to facilitate her with her doorway. He and Dad went to this Thai restaurant about once a month when he was dwelling. He held denim's hand. She was lagging behind a half footstep, as if she was trying to veil behind his rear. He pulled the introduction door receptive and nudged Jean so she'd pass in first. When she was inside she turned towards him as he entered, then when he took her hand again, she again lagged a half pace behind him. He smiled at the hostess.

The Asiatic female child smiled. " Hello. How many ? Just two ? "

" Yeah, just us. Could we have a booth ? " He didn't want to campaign dungaree too much in one Night and he liked the booths better.

" Is a table okeh ? All the John Wilkes Booth are taken. "

Ron saw the spot was only half full. He looked at Jean. She had her read/write head turned pretending to look at a set up change of location poster on the wall. He tugged her bridge player. " Jean ? Let's get a table, okay ? " She didn't boldness him just nodded. " Pardon me ? "

jean stared at the bill sticker. " I guess that's fine. "

He tugged her hand. " What ? "

She bit her lower lip and turned to face him. She knew the ugly English of her nerve would be seen by the very pretty air hostess. Her eyes welled, then her jaw tightened for a mo. " Yes. A table. Okay. " Jean's centre glanced at the pretty girl. She was smiling at her, then at Ron.

" Table then ? "

Ron smiled. " Yeah. "

" Okay. " The girl turned and headed towards an unfastened table.

Ron released jean's deal, his went to her backbone and nudged her forward.

She whispered, " Can't... can't you walk first ? "

" Ladies first. " His hand gave her another jog. He whispered, " Head up. "

blue jean bit her depleted lip again and started walking. She didn't glance at any of the buffet car just kept looking straight ahead to the mesa where the girl was standing. Near the tabular array, Ron moved to her side and pulled out the chair for her, then sat opposite her at the square table. The girl smiled at her as she handed her a menu, did the like with Ron, then walked away.

" Dad and I come here about once a calendar month. I like it. I hope you like spicy, but if you don't there's a lot of things that aren't all that hot, you know, spicy hot. Do you like Tai food ? " He realized he should suffer asked earlier.

" I... I've never had it. "

" We always get the yam neua and the pad Siamese. The get-go one's a really piquant gripe salad, and the pad Thai is not piquant hot but really tasty. Oh... and the overbold spring rolls are really good as an appetizer and so is the sa... " He glanced at Jean. She was hiding her nerve behind the menu. " Jean ? "

" Yes. " She kept pretending to read.

" Our deal, you're... you're supposed to look at me when we talk. "

She raised her font. " I was reading the menu. People do that, you know. "

Ron grinned. He knew she hadn't meant it as a joke but it had sounded like one. " Yeah, somebody told me that once. " He chuckled.

She liked his profane center very much as well as his boyish grin. The corner of her mouth curved slightly but her eyes teared a piddling once more.

He kept looking at her and smiling. She was cheating, her fuzz on the cicatrix side was forward, near her dumb eye glass anatomy hiding most of the scarring and disfiguration. " I was going to say we should try a dyad appetiser, and a few entrees. Dad and I always over-order then doggy bag the leftover. They're good miked the next day. "

" All right wing. May I go back to reading the menu ? "

He chuckled. " Yeah, sure. "

" Do... do they serve boozing here ? "

" You mean alcohol ? "

Jean whispered, " Yes. "

" Nope. "

" I... I think you should order everything since you know the intellectual nourishment here. "

" Dad and I usually split all the dishes, you know, like family style. We'll do that too, okay ? "

" All right. "

" I think you should at to the lowest degree pick one entree. Maybe you'll choose something I've never had and it'll be good. "

" Okay. " denim raised the menu again, then furtively glanced around only moving her eyes. No one was looking at her. She finally started to actually read the menu.

The waitress came up with glasses of ice water. " Are you ready to parliamentary procedure ? " She smiled at the guy then at the fille. She noticed the awesome looking, big inning glasses and wondered how bad the girl's eyes were and if it had anything to do with her dreaded wound.

Ron glanced at the pretty girl. " We're not quite set up to order. "

" O.K.. I'll be back in a few minutes. "

Jean's breathing had quickened. The girl had looked at her ugly eye. She told herself to calm down. The girl hadn't stared that long, but longer than almost of the sales missy and teller had at the mall. jean's eyes followed her to see if she told some former waitress about it or the stewardess. The girl walked up to the kitchen windowpane and picked up some plates of food for thought. She didn't public lecture to anyone. " Ron, the waitress... she.... she... " Jean bit her humiliated lip. She didn't really know what to say. The little girl hadn't made a scene, hadn't pointed her out to anyone, nor had she even made a face about it.

" Huh ? " He raised his eyes from the menu. jean's centre were welled up again. His warmheartedness sank, then he got gravel. " What about the waitress ? "

" I... I... she's... she's very pretty. "

He looked at the fare. " Yeah, Asian young woman are pretty, at least the waitresses here. Most of them, I guess. " He knew that wasn't what she was going to say. " Oh... and Thai iced coffee tree, that's really thoroughly afterwards, but... if we're going to the cafe... ahh... we'll see. Do you like pork ? "

" I... I... it's okay. "

*

He watched Jean weft up her ice coffee and suck the stalk. " It's good, isn't it ? " He smiled at his nearly undeniable urge to kiss her backtalk. She looked so goddamned cute at the moment, and would be even cuter without the dumb glasses.

" Uh-huh. You're right, it sorting of reminds me of a coffee berry ice cream shake, but... much thinner. " She smiled softly.

" Jean, take your crank off. "

jean's smile instantly disappeared. Her eyes started darting around the room. the great unwashed had come and gone. There were still as many people in the restaurant as earlier though. A few hoi polloi had stared at her. She was sure they had been looking at her ugly eye. " Ron... please... please don't make me do that. I... I came out tonight. I... I'm not looking down. Isn't that enough ? "

" No. take away'em off. "

" This... this was okay, it's been.... very Nice... why are you ruining it now ? "

" Oh, jeezuz, Jean, take the drinking glass off... now. "

Jean clenched her jaw. Her heart welled. She tilted her head word down, slipped her glasses off and put them on the table. There was an bound to her interpreter, " There. Happy now ? "

" No. take care at me. "

The edge disappeared from her voice, replaced by a pleading whine, " Why are you being so mean to me ? "

" I'm not being mean. I'm being rule. I... with any female child, I might... I'd probably ask her to take her specs off, just to see her eyes better. "

" No, you wouldn't. "

" I would if she was wearing fake glasses. "

" They're... they're.... I.... I need them. "

" No you don't. Don't lie about it. "

" You don't understand. "

" I think it's you who doesn't understand. "

" You don't know.... you just don't know. " She started to cry, but then constrained it somewhat. She trembled as rip ran down her face.

" fire your face. "

" No. " Her hair hung like mantle at the sides so she didn't see the waitress approaching with the check.

The moderately waitress walked up to the mesa with the take home bag and little check tray. She glanced at the guy then looked at his date. She thought the girl was crying. hombre could be such asses sometimes ! She set the bag on the tabular array then leaned forward and put her helping hand the girl's shoulder joint. The missy flinched and had a terrified expression on her face when she looked up. The young woman's hand quickly combed her hair over her scarred wound. There were binge trail on her cheeks. " Are you all right ? Are you feeling sick ? " She suddenly hoped there wasn't something wrong with the intellectual nourishment. The girl's skilful eye was open very widely. The spite one couldn't open as large.

" Yes... I mean... no... I mean I'm... I'm fine. " blue jean wanted to run away, then thought about looking away but the girl might ask if she was all right again.

" Are you sure ? "

" Yes... yes, I'm fine. " denim watched the fille's face turn as she straightened up. Her beautiful almond center glared at Ron.

guy wire can be such jerks ! She spoke curtly. " Would you like anything else ? " She hoped her eyes were telling him what an ass she thought he was. He probably just broke up with her or said her boobs were too small or something. Guys could be such heartless jerks.

" Ahhh... " He wondered what got into the waitress. " No, we're finished. "

The waitress's middle and vocalization softened as she turned to the girl. " Would you like anything else ? " The girl had her head teacher bowed again.

Jean didn't look up. " No... um... no thank you. "

She glared at the guy and placed the little handicap tray down. " I'll pick that up when you're ready. " She abruptly walked away.

Ron realized the waitress had thought he had been an son of a bitch to blue jean, made her cry, sad, whatever. His jaw clenched. " Great. Now she thinks I'm a jerk. "

" What ? "

" You haven't gotten any creepy looks, but I just got one. She probably thinks I just.... I just told you I cheated on you or something. "

" What are you talking about ? "

" She thinks I made you cry. "

She bowed her head again. Her voice was hurt and pouty, " You did. "

Ron sighed. " Lift your foreland up. "

" No... she... she stared at my... my eye. I told you it would happen. "

" If she stared, she was staring at you crying. Jeezuz, denim.... you.... "

" What ? I was rightfield about tonight. "

" Raise your forefront. If you don't... we're.... we're going to eatery for the rest of... for... forever. " He watched her filling up her methamphetamine. " Without the pseudo glasses. "

Jean started crying. She put the glasses on and stood up quivering. She turned towards the entry door. A grouping of eight people were walking in. She turned towards the dead hall that led to the toilet. She bowed her psyche and her finger's breadth raked her hair over the horrifying position of her face as she started walking quickly. She held back on sobbing until she got into the small ladies room.

Ron saw the waitress lookout man Jean, then she looked at him with glaring optic once again. Great... just great ! He sipped his ice coffee and wondered if he was just consume time and effort. He was almost angry at himself for caring about dungaree. Maybe he should never stimulate cared at all about her and just fucked her, fucked her like she was some crazy fornicatress.

He frowned as he pulled out his wallet. He didn't know enough about girls, about anything really. Jean must suffer had some sort of psyche therapy about her eye and the accident. Why didn't that work ? If she was okay with her maiden grade students, why not in a eating place with strangers ? Who cared if anyone looked when you were with someone who cared about you and didn't think the shucks freak eye mattered at all, and the guy just wanted her to be normal, have a veritable spirit not just get imbibe and hide away ? He knew he had screwed up again.

He put the money on the little tray. He looked around and saw their waitress. She still had a piercing stare as she started towards him and still had it as she stepped up to the tabular array. " Listen... ahhh... " He took a deep breath.

She picked up the arrest tray. The guy looked nervous. She had seen it before when some guy was about to ask her out here in the restaurant. She'd enjoy turning him down. What a jerk ! He makes his engagement cry and now he's going to ask me out ? ! What an asshole ! He's just like my ex ! Her voice was curt, " What ? "

He was certainly the girl thought he was a shaft. " Listen, my friend, my... my date, she... "

She interrupted, " You mean the little girl you got so upset she had to run to ladies'room to cry ? "

" I... I really didn't do that. " He wanted to tell the waitress she had actually done it. He knew he shouldn't, and he knew it had mostly been his demerit anyway. He shouldn't have made her remove the red cent fake Methedrine off. He needed help.

" wellspring, it looked like you did. If not you, then who ? Or... is she swage about something else ? " The guy actually looked really concerned. Maybe she had misread the situation.

" The second and thirdly thing. "

" What do you mean ? "

He glanced at the hall that led to the Saint John the Apostle, then looked at the girl again. " She's self-conscious about... about the way she looks and... and I'm trying to get her to not be that way, and... and go out more. I... I tell her she looks o.k., looks great, even... beautiful, because... because I think she does, but... but she doesn't believe me and... and thinks I'm lying, and... " He exhaled. " She... " He didn't know what else to say and why would this doll pass on a damn about any of it ?

Maybe she really had read it all wrong. Her voice softened, " What ? "

" She just said... well, sort of said that she wasn't going to go out anymore because... she... she thinks people stare at her... at her eye. She thought you were staring at her eye, you know, a few minutes ago. " He quickly added, " I don't think you were. I... hell... I don't know why I'm even telling you all this, but... since you just saw it... saw it happen, I was wondering what... I was wondering if you had any hint, about... you know, what I could do or say. " He took another spry breath. " Never... nevermind. I don't even know you and... and you don't know her. It's... it's stupid to talk to you about it. " He blinked at the beautiful daughter. It was the most he had spoken to a hot wench in his entire life sentence, and he had because he was worried about another hot chick, Jean. He suddenly realized it wasn't any big deal talking to a passably girl.

It seemed she had been totally wrong about the guy. Her judgment raced. " She's... she is in the bathroom, right ? " There was an bowling alley door farther down the hall.

" Yeah. " His gut tightened. He remembered an exit door at the end of the hallway. " I... I think so. Oh, jeezuz... do you think she... " He started to fight his chair back.

She set the check tray back on the board and interrupted, " stay here. I'll see. Be proper back. " She headed to the ladies room, although she really wasn't sure what to say to the girl. She knocked on the john door.

jean wiped her centre again. " Just a second. " She blew her nose, then put on her glasses. She unlocked the doorway, her head tilted downward, then she opened the door. Her breadbasket knotted. She saw the black trouser and Edward D. White blouse and knew it was their waitress without looking at her grimace. " Sorry. excuse me. "

" Are... you all right ? "

" What ? Yes. I'm fine. " Jean stepped into the hallway and tried to move around the passably missy but she moved too.

" I... I almost told your boyfriend off. "

" What ? " Without thinking Jean looked up.

" I thought... well, I wasn't like spying on you guys, but I could tell you were upset, and... I... I kinda thought he wish just smash up with you or something. And I, you know, thought it was awfully stupid to do it in a restaurant. And... anyway, I was picking up the chip and... then like I noticed he was upset too. " She suddenly wondered if the guy had lied and his girlfriend was pregnant or something.

" Um... no... it... it wasn't that. Excuse me. " Jean again tried to get around the girl, but she got in the way once more.

" Oh... well, that's sang-froid. I... I thought, like before that, you guys looked like a great duet, cute guy, cunning girl and... like I wasn't watching, but you know, when I brought piddle over and that kind of thing, you both seemed to be having a right metre with each other, you know, like you two really fit together, until... you know, just now. " She really hadn't watched them at all. " Anyway, like I'm glad you're not breaking up and... you know, I'm like sorry for butting in or whatever. "

Jean's head began racing. " Did... did he say why... why I started cr... got upset ? "

" What ? Oh... no, I... gawd, I think I told him it was really mean or something for breaking up with you in a restaurant, something like that, and... and then like I saw he was upset too, you know, like how a guy looks when they're upset ? " She made sure she didn't stare at the disfigured eye socket of the girl. She looked older now than she did sitting at the table. The waitress rolled her oculus. " I'm such a green goddess sometimes, but... well, like I broke up with my boyfriend recently, maybe that's why I thought... well, like... whatever. " She smiled. " But like... are you like okay now ? "

" I... um... yes. I'm fine. Thanks. "

The waitress grinned. " Thank god it wasn't the food. My uncle would be crying in the kitchen right now. " She giggled softly. " That's what I thought it was at first, you know, too spicy for you or something. "

jean had a brief sense experience of being transported back to her high school days before the chance event. She felt herself smiling. " The food was peachy. Be surely to tell your uncle that. "

The girl giggled again. " I will. "

" What's your name ? "

" Tami... well, that's, you know, like my nickname. What's yours ? "

" Jean. " She held out her script. The girl shook it. " The food really was delightful. I... I bet we come back again. "

" I think I've seen your boyfriend here before. I think he comes in with his dad every now and then. "

" Uh-huh, he does. He told me that. "

" well... I better get back to oeuvre. Nice meeting you. "

" Yes, you too. " dungaree smiled again, then as the lady friend turned, she realized she had completely forgotten about her facial deformity for a half minute.

denim stood in the hall gathering her thoughts. Her stomach knotted tightly, her heart nonplus a minuscule faster. She inhaled a irksome intimation, took off her saddle horn rimmed glasses, folded them closed, held them in her palm, straightened her back, held her brain stratum, then took another decelerate breath. Tami, at least for the almost part, hadn't been staring at her ugly eye. Maybe, just maybe, Ron might be right. Tami had said they looked like the " right fit. " Something like that. Jean realized that was exactly the way she felt with Ron during sex and a few times today, like they really did fit together like two small-arm of a puzzle. It wasn't a gross fit but they were still getting to know each other. She refused to think about why it would never be perfect. She needed him, needed to be with him. She took another easy hint, held her head stage and started walking down the hall to the tabular array. She told herself to only be concerned about Ron's oculus on her. No one else mattered.

They were both gasping breaths. She knew her tegument was moist, and Ron was sweaty. She had her arms wrapped around his neck. She kissed his cheek and pulled him down. She grinned. He kept getting better and effective at making love, so was she. She had just had her secondment orgasm. first gear he licked her pussy to orgasm, then he made love tenderly to her, lovingly, slowly, with an underlying Passion. They usually got wild, they both loved that too. She was so surprised that sex, making love, making lecherousness, was even better without being inebriate. " C'mon, Ron, lie down all the way on me. "

He chuckled softly. He kissed her neck, then her temple by her injured eye. She was finally letting him do that without cringing. He pushed up higher with his elbows and grinned as he gazed into her pretty blue eye. " Whenever I put all my exercising weight on you, you always narrate me I'm too big and you can't breathe. "

" No, I don't. "

" Yeah... you do. "

" No, I don't. Go ahead. I want to feel all your weight on me. "

Ron was tempted not only to frown his weight but push down. His smile grew.

Her center opened wider. " Don't push down, just lie down. "

He laughed. She was getting to get it on him. He lowered his chest to hers. He loved feeling her nipples standing at attention against his chest. He slid his implements of war on the mattress forming a circle around her head teacher. He kissed her temple again. He did wish having all his weightiness on her.

Her brow pinched, then she kissed his neck. " Ron ? "

He was stroking his face into her brunette hair. Flowers and sweet herb. " Uh-huh ? "

" Could you... um... get off me. I can't breathe. " She started giggling.

He laughed. " You're kidding right ? "

" No. " Her giggle turned into laughter. " I'm... not. "

He raised his chest of drawers off her using his elbow joint again. " As soon as my cock slips out, why don't you lie on me. " He gave her soft, double-dyed, medium lips, not too thin, not too thick, a warm kiss. During it, her felt her pussy and belly clench, and his softened rooster popped out of her snug, slippery, slit. They both burst out laughing into each other's oral fissure. Their faces separated. Ron gazed into her eyes, as his hired man pushed under her shoulders followed by some of his forearms. His fingertips acted like combs as he moved her delicate hair behind her ears. It was absolutely perfect being with her, in bed, out of bed, and now even out of the sign. They had fun after leaving the restaurant. They went for ice cream instead of cappuccino coffee. They sat at the little tabular array outside, talking and watching people walking past on the sidewalk. She hadn't been worried about anyone looking at her. At least it had seemed that way to him. It was sodding being with her. He hoped it was the first day of the rest of her life not worrying about people staring at her scars.

He smiled softly. She mirrored it. He gave her font a half dozen lenient kisses, then gazed into her sparkling eyes again. His voice was soft and low, " blue jean, you're so beautiful. "

Her smile vanished and moment later her nerve scrinched up. She seemed to shrivel under him and then her fount turned into his cervix. " You... you didn't have... have to say that. " She tried to hold it back, but she started crying softly.

He felt like an ass. Obviously she wasn't over it. It had been stupid for him to guess she was. " dungaree... I said that because... because it's true. I... I can see it, on... on the... the outside of you and... and your inner knockout. Quit... quit yell... I meant it. I think it. I feel it. Look at me. " He tried to act but she held him tighter with her subdivision. " blue jean... feel at me. C'mon. "

" Why... why did you have to say that ? " She swallowed and got her tears under control.

His phonation was raspy, " Jean... Jean, you're choking me. "

She loosened her arms. " Oh... Sorry. "

" jean, c'mon, look at me. "

" I need... a tissue paper. I have to blow my nose. "

He almost laughed. She had a way of interrupting him every time he was about to say something important. He knew he should stay quiet, but maybe he was always being too anxious and serious when she cried ? He went with the way he was feeling, and he'd be himself. He half smiled. " Jeez... you're a existent bother in the ass. "

She slapped his shoulder lightly. " Shut up. I am not. " She didn't know whether to express mirth or cry. And she knew she really was a huge pain.

He chuckled softly, then leaned to his position letting some of his weight unit on her and reached for a few tissues on the bedside table.

" Urrrhhh.... I can't breathe. " She made a fist and lightly pounded his back. She felt like she was on an worked up roller coaster. The entire day had been like that. Again she didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

Ron started chuckling. He rolled off her and handed her the tissues. His laugh died away. " You know, I... I thought that was... not only the truth, but... maybe even a piddling romantic. I meant it, Jean. Please don't start crying again, but... I really do recall you're beautiful, hot, and wonderful interior and outside. "

Jean blew her nose. She didn't see Ron drift his eyes. She wiped her nose a couple prison term. She cleared her throat. " You... you don't have to say that, Ron. " She put the put-upon tissue on the bedside mesa. She could feel him turning on his side of meat, she turned on her face too, facing him. She gave him a sad, maybe embarrassed, smile. She herself wasn't sure which it was.

He held his head in his palm on a close down arm. " I think you should shut up and just believe me. "

" I think... I think you're a very bighearted, mellifluous, hot, young man... and... and a great lover. " She blushed.

His bridge player moved to her stifle. He watched it slip up the out of doors contour of her thigh, to her hip, then her slender shank. His palm continued to the heart of her binding and he leaned towards her. His former hand moved from his profile and went to hers. He kept turning towards her and dungaree rolled onto her binding. He kissed her sass warmly, then once again he gazed into her center. Her eyes began to sparkle once more. An nonrational voice in the spinal column of his intellect was shouting at him to hold quiet but he ignored it. " jean... I lo... "

Jean's eyes grew wide, her script quickly moved and she gently pressed two fingerbreadth against his back talk to block him from speaking. " Don't say that, Ron. We... we can't say that to each other. "

His mitt moved and held her wrist gently pulling her fingers from his face. " I want to say it. Why not ? It's the way I feel. If that's... "

" Ssssh. We... we can't say that word. I... Ron, we... we both know this can't go on. "

" I'm not thinking about how long. I'm thinking about right field now. I'm thinking about how I feel. Why don't you want me to just say that I... "

Again dungaree broke in, " Ron... " Her center welled yet again. " Please... just... just don't say it. All right ? "

Ron frowned and turned onto his rear. His arm rose over his head and lay on the pillow.

She thought she had made him angry. " May... may I put my head on your berm ? "

All he had wanted to do was tell her what was in his warmness. " Yeah, sure. "

She moved over, still on her slope, she stroked his chest with her hand. She was about to utter when he did first.

" Can I ask you something I've been wondering about that I should probably roll in the hay but I don't ? "

denim tensed. " What... yes. What is it ? "

" How old are you ? "

She had been holding her breath. She exhaled as she relaxed. " I'm thirty. "

" So... so like Dad was... like... eleven when you were born ? "

" Mmmm... yes, or... maybe he was twelve. No. He was eleven. Why ? "

" I... I was just wondering. "

" Did you think I was previous ? "

Ron finally smiled. " No. I... I thought you were, a lot younger, but... then that didn't make signified with... you know, Dad being in his forties. "

" Are... are you saying... um... I act immature ? " She wasn't sure if it was a jokey or real question. She held her hint waiting for his answer.

He almost laughed. She had been acting like a weird skirt until today. His eyebrow pinched. Was it too early to feel what he was feeling for her ? Had it been creeping up on him for the retiring couplet workweek ? What was he really feeling towards her ? " No. I... I guess I don't think about age with you. "

" I... I guess that's good. "

" Could... could I ask you something personal ? "

She tensed again. She knew he was going to ask something about the accident. People she let in, usually got to it sooner or later. " Is... Is it about... about what happened to me ? The... car accident ? "

" Huh ? No, uh... "

" Go ahead and ask. "

" If... if you don't want to resolve, you... well... don't. "

Jean was still tensed. " All right... ask. " She was sure it had something to do with her deformity or mark. She wished he wasn't going to ask. There'd been moments, minutes, even hr with him when she had completely forgotten about it.

" Okay... ahhh... how many Guy have you had sex with ? "

denim both giggled and started crying. She felt his arm around her back hug her closer.

" blue jean, forget I asked. Sorry. Please... ahhh.. don't cry I'm sor... "

She patted his chest. " No... I'm not really crying. " She then wiped her oculus. The tears had been a release of tension about his question. He had surprised her again. " I... I don't know if... if I should answer. "

His spirit sank. Maybe she was totally different when she was in her own household, township, job. " Was... have there been... a.... " He exhaled. He couldn't ask her. It would be as if he was asking her if she was a slut.

" There's been one recently and one a long clock time ago. "

His warmheartedness sank even lower. " Are... are you still seeing him ? The recent one ? "

" Yes. He's you. " She wasn't sure she should own told him. She thought it might worry him in some way.

" You mean... I'm the 1st in a... ahhh. "

" You're the first in a very foresighted fourth dimension, Ron. Don't... um... don't get disquieted about that. " She didn't know what else to say or if it would really count to him.

" God... Jean... I... " He was surprised, then he wasn't surprised at all.

" I... I never thought making love life, and... and how intense we've been... I mean, you're a majuscule lover, Ron. I... I never thought it would be this good. "

" You're the corking lover, not me. "

" You're wonderful, Ron, you know you are. And... and you're a wonderful Pres Young man, a... a sound young man. "

" Why do you always have to say'young.'You're only 12 years sometime than me. "

" Well, because... I don't know, because you're not as old as Frank, I guess. "

" dungaree... I know I have a lot to... to con, I'm... I know that. "

" It... it seems I've got a lot to learn too. "

" I hope... blue jean, I... I wasn't being intend tonight. I was... was trying to show you something. "

" I know. "

He half smiled. " And I was right. "

" It's very... very hard for me, Ron. "

" It'll get easier with the unlike things we do this summer, like... well... the company next week, actually more like tenner days. "

Her entire dead body tensed. " party ? I... I can't go to a party with you... I... I can't do that, Ron. "

He exhaled. " denim, I proved to you tonight that you can do it. It's just like... "

" Ron ! I'm... I'm... I'm your aunt. I can't... we can't go... go on a escort to a party ! "

He chuckled. " Yeah... well, it's Josh's parents'throwing their yearly'mid summer'political party. Parents... well, they come too, and... so, that means you're going, and... we're going to the mall again. You need a washup suit, it's a pool party. "

" What ? ! No... Ron, I... I can't. A... a restaurant is one affair, but... I can't go to a political party... and... and I can't go swim, I... I can't do that. "

He knew what she meant but he said, " That's no problem, stay in the shallow end if you can't swim. "

" That's not what I mean. I... I can't. "

" I'm thinking like... maybe an Orange River bikini, although with your passably risque eyes... would like wanton blue be better ? Maybe like burgundy ? To be dissimilar than your eyes ? I bet a burgundy would expect good with your hair. "

" I... I'm not going, Ron. I can't. "

" Yes, you are. How late do you think we'll sleep ? I like the dawning at the shopping mall otherwise it seems the whole day is pellet, but... ahhh... I guess it doesn't matter. "

" I'm... I'm not going there either. "

" Yeah, you are. "

" No, I'm... "

He interrupted, " Turn on your breadbasket, right now. " He held his breath waiting to see if his slightly demanding, yet not mean, shade of vocalism would still turn on Jean.

She felt scared. things were going too fast. She hadn't shopped in a shopping center since high school. She hadn't eaten in a eating place unless it was with a large group where she could be lost in the mathematical group and that was only three times. She hadn't been swimming or at a private party for twelve years. Yet so far, with Ron it hadn't been awful. If she had been less nervous tonight it might have got been even more fun. Looking back over the evenng, she had enjoyed dinner out for the most portion. And now they were making love without crapulence and it was beyond rattling. She rolled onto her tummy. Her mind was reeling. care and excitement about so lots swirled within her. For some cause her pussy clenched. She felt another tingle.

His mitt coursed around her seductive bottom. " Now... do you want a spanking ? Or... " He smiled slightly feeling and seeing her nates clench. "... do you want to feel my tongue, then my cock playing around back here. " He shoved blue on the bed, he planted a copulate moist buss on her left bun, then his fingers tapped her justly cheek. " Hmmm ? Spanked because you're being bad about going to the plaza and a party ? Or my glossa then hammer because you're going to be a beneficial young woman about it all ? " He prayed she'd need his hammer this time.

" William Tell me... more about the party first... " She felt his tongue drawing wet blood on her bottomland. " You... mmh... Ron... Ron ? You're driving me brainsick with that. We ne... I want to tal... " She felt his tongue slide between her behind. " Mmmhhh. "

*

The delight was overwhelming any discomfort she had. He had been so slow, attentive, and tender with it so far. She felt the stallion duration of his lubricated, slippery turncock slowly slide passed her hugging anus and investigation deep into her rectum. It felt so loving, so hot, so titillating, yet so naughty and uncanny too. She felt so to the full of him, even moreso than when he filled her pussy, maybe not more, but filled in a different way. His finger was playing with her clit so wonderfully too. She was taking ragged breaths. " Oh... oh Ron... oh gahhhhd. "

He closed his eyes as his throbbing rod finally sunk into her all the way. He knew he'd not be able to hold up a good deal retentive, it just felt too hot, too good. " You like it... my rooster... my cock in your hot ass ? "

" Yes... oh god... yessss. " He had teased her with his spit on her hot little hole first. He was so honest to her, so good. That's what he had called it tonight, her'hot petty hole.'

" It... it doesn't hurt ? " His hips swayed, he was still buried to the hilt. Her fervid son of a bitch was gripping tightly around the root of his cock.

" No... it's good... it feels good... naughty... but... but good. " She closed her eyes and giggled softly at the incongruity of her words. " Oh god, Ron... this is... this so hot and.... and so intimate. " She really did feel the intimacy of it.

" I know... jeez, Jean... this feels... so.... so good. " He started sliding back slowly. " I'm... I can't live on much longer, it... it... it's just too good. "

" That's... that's okay, honey. " She shivered from both his sliding tool and his fingerbreadth expertly rubbing her shivering clit. " I... I may... top out too. I... I want to feel you cumming in my bottom. "

He smiled as he gasped breathing spell. " Yeah, me too, but... but I wan na stopping point foresightful too. " When just the head was left inside her hotness, he slowly pushed back in. Her anus was incredibly slopped and hot around his sliding, throbbing cock.

She half grunted, half moaned, " Ohhhh.... oh gahhhd. "

He stopped. " Dammit... am I hurting you ? "

" No... no, don't stop. "

He pushed in all the way, swayed his hips for a few bit then slowly drew his rod back. When he felt the ridge of the helmet at her sphincter, he pushed in again. This time, Jean pushed back with her ass to meet him. " Oh... jeezuz... Jean... this feels... so just... urrrrh.... Dammit ! " Without thinking he shoved the hold up half of his pulsing cock in all the way. " Arrrh... dungaree ! " His cock started pumping. He couldn't stop himself from continuing to push and fag his groin really hard against her luscious buns, swaying his prick deep in her ass as it spurted his hot seminal fluid.

" Oh god ! I feel it ! Oh... Oh ! " She shoved her hand under her to recommend Ron's fingerbreadth to restart their rubbing. They had stopped when he started grunting. As she felt the live three spate of his fatheaded peter spewing heat into her bottom, his digit started moving and a moment later, she peaked too. Oh-h-h-h-h.... OH RON ! " Her consistency started convulsing in release, fantastic, erotic delight.

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Chapter 7

It was a few instant after nine in the morning time when Ron rang the buzzer. He had arrived early on intention.

Mrs Thompson opened the figurehead threshold. " Hi, Ron. " She smiled. " Come in. I think Josh is still taking a shower. "

" Hi, Mrs. T. " He stepped into the foyer.

She closed the door. " You can go up if you want. Or... would you like something to eat or drink ? We have some croissants. "

" Ahh... uh... maybe some juice ? "

" Okay. seminal fluid on. " She led the way to the undefended kitchen country.

Ron checked out her recollective toned and bronzed legs, then her swaying ass and realized again that Mr. Homer Armstrong Thompson was a reasonably favourable guy. He remembered her in her two-piece at go yr's'mid summer'party. His tool twitched.

Mrs. Homer Armstrong Thompson stopped at the refrigerator and turned her typeface to her son's handsome friend. " We have orange or orchard apple tree juice. "

" Ahh... orange, please. "

" Take a stool at the island. Want a large spyglass ? "

" No, small is fine. " Josh's mother was not only very pretty but form of classy too. He was sure she'd know, which was why he had arrived early.

Mrs. Thompson smiled. " Here you are. " She set the succus on the counter in straw man of him.

" Thank you. Ahh... Mrs. T, could I ask you a... well, it's a... " His mind seemed to go blank. "... a... a young lady motion, I guess. "

Mrs. Thompson blinked. " A... a sex dubiousness ? "

" Huh ? No... ahh... nothing like that. I meant... " He exhaled. Jeezuz. She thought he was going to ask a sex question !

" Just ask, Ron. What is it ? " She knew his founder was out of Town for the summertime again, and that his aunt was a little peculiar, at least that's what she had heard from her son.

" It's... it's about, makeovers... ahh... you know, like a girl... a adult female going to a... a spa and... and getting a makeover, a... a new coiffure, that kind of affair. There used to be a commercial-grade on TV a while back, but... well, I mean... do you know what I mean ? "

She smiled. " Yes, I know what you're talking about. What... what exactly do you want to know ? "

" Do the... haircutters... hairstylists, I mean, if it's a makeover, do they... you know, do they lecture about the haircut... the hairstyle with the gir... fair sex, you know, make proposition and... and that form of thing ? "

" Mmm... yes, unless the char has some specific style in mind, I guess. "

" wellspring... I mean, if it's at a spa, wouldn't they... you know, the hairstylist, really... really look at the fille and make suggestions about the style that would look in effect on her, even if she did have got something in judgement ? "

" I... maybe, yes, I guess the stylist might. "

" And... and what else is in a makeover ? "

" I would opine, depending on the spa, or salon, there might be... it might include a manicure, pedicure, sometimes various facial treatments, cometics consulation, and... possibly... if it's a spa, maybe... massages, even mud Bath, and the like. "

" Do you... um, kinda know how practically a makeover at a spa would cost ? "

" Mmm... maybe between... oh... $ 250 at the low end, up to... without getting too spendthrift, maybe $ 600. "

Ron's middle grew large. " That much ? "

Betty Homer Thompson grinned. " knockout isn't cheap, Ron. " Her smile stayed in property but her eyebrow pinched. " Why... why do you need to know all this ? "

He had this part planned out. " well... Jean's... my Aunt dungaree's natal day is coming up, and I remembered that commercial I'd seen before about the spa, the... the hairstyling, and... some of that other clobber, and the... the commercial said it made a great gift. "

" Oh... uh-huh, I recall that commercial-grade. I think... I think there's one of their watering hole near the Oak brook Center. "

" Do you recall it would be a Nice natal day talent ? "

" Mmm... yes. nearly everyone likes to sense baby once in a while. "

" There... there'd probably be... like different programme ? Wouldn't there ? You know, different affair included in various makeovers ? Right ? So... different prices ? "

Betty Benjamin Thompson smiled again. " Yes, probably. "

" If I call and... and then write down what's in each... plan... option, whatever they call it, would... I mean, could you excuse what it is, you know, the items on the... "

Mrs Thompson grinned and interrupted, " Why don't we call right now ? We'll put it on speaker headphone, you can talk and if I think of any good dubiousness that you don't, then I'll ask. "

Ron smiled. " Mrs. T, that'd be great. "

" Just recount them you're cerebration of giving it as a gift, and have them excuse everything that's included with... with each plan. "

*

The dealings was heavy for some reasonableness. He figured there was route repairs up ahead. He looked at the dashboard clock. There was still passel of time.

" Why won't you tell me where we're going, and... and why did you tell apart me to wear this... this new clothes ? "

" fountainhead... you look awesome in that dress. " He had probably sounded like an moron, but he had even asked Mrs. Thompson what a woman would wear to the spa, explaining he wanted it to be a surprise and just take denim there without her knowing where they were going, so he had to tell her what to wear, so she wouldn't find weird showing up wearing something that would be dumb to wear to a spa. He now realized he had probably prodded Mrs. T to say a little dress like denim was wearing would be appropriate. He had wanted to see Jean in it. It was one of the mini dresses he had gotten her. He had really been putting a dent in his college savings but it was all too much fun for him to handle and it was for Jean.

" Where are we going ? " She saw him smile but he didn't even glance at her. They had already gone wearing apparel shopping three multiplication. " Are we going to the mall again ? Ron... I really don't need any more new clothes, and... and we safe not be going back to face at bikinis again. I'm never going to have on any thong Bikini... ever. "

Ron grinned then chuckled. " Man... you would seem so hot in one of those. "

" Just... just assure me where we're going. "

" All right. We're... we're going to your birthday present. "

" My birthday present ? My birthday isn't until December. "

" I guess that means your early on birthday gift. "

They were headed to the shopping centre, she guessed that very much. She wondered what the surprisal was going to be, or if it was just going to be another force shopping trip. She had gotten everything he wanted. He had spent his money which she was going to recoup him for, write a stay as an additional birthday or Christmas natural endowment, or near in all likelihood as an'off to college'talent. They turned onto the main road along the Brobdingnagian parking lot of the mall. She gazed at the buildings trying to gauge if he had one of the big anchorman stores in creative thinker, then instead of turning right, he turned left into a shopping and pro construction strip across from the mall proper. " What's over here ? " She looked at him, again he didn't face her and just smiled.

Ron had made a dry run the previous day. He pulled around to the can of the heights rise office building into an arena with more store. He parked. " We're here. " He shut off the engine, removed his seat belt, and opened his room access. " Come on. "

She glanced at the dress shop. " Ron, I really don't need anymore clothes. " She exhaled sharply and got out of the car. Ron wanted to take on her hand. " I.... I don't know if we should hold hands in pub... "

He interrupted, " We will now though. " He took her hand. He didn't think they'd see anyone who knew them and if they did, holding bridge player wasn't that big of a heap. He was taking her to her surprisal " birthday present. " He'd hold her helping hand for that.

They stepped onto the sidewalk and Jean wondered what clothes he had in mind. She only saw a couple wear shops down the walk. He suddenly pulled her to the slope towards the forked glass doors of a offprint building. He opened one. She stepped into the foyer, not noticing the writing on the door. " What's this place ? " She pulled off her sun glasses.

" Your natal day present. " He grinned.

*

He had told Jean to address his cadre when she was finished. After denim had gone through the door to the spa expanse Ron had asked the receptionist how long the makeover might get, so when jean called, he was already sitting in his car outside the building. He told her to just walk outdoors and he'd magically appear. He grabbed the long stemmed rose he had bought before driving back and jogged to the doorway of the spa. He grinned when Jean came around the corner and turned towards him. He opened the threshold for her. He gazed at her coiffure and his smiling grew. She totally looked like a college babe now.

Her eyes teared. " Are... are you laughing at it ? "

" What ? " His smiling shrank and his brow pinched as he looked into her eyes.

" Are... are you laughing at my hair ? Does... does it seem awful ? Does... does it... I mean... can you notice... um... " She pulled her sunglasses out of her purse, and opened them.

" Hey... don't put those on yet. Jean... you... you looked awesome before today, and now you look... " He grinned again. " Awesom-er. The haircut.. hairstyle looks great on you. " He shook his top dog. " Jeezuz. "

denim tensed again. " What ? "

" No one is going to consider you're my aunt. You... and this is the true statement, dungaree, you look, like I've said a few times, you look like some college chi... girl. "

She started to loose. " So... so my hair is... is all right ? "

He gave her the rose and then kissed her cheek. " You look beautiful. happy birthday, Jean. "

Her eyes welled up. Her face scrinched. " Why... why are you... doing all this ? "

" You... you told me not to state you. "

" What ? " She sniffled, then opened her handbag, put her sunglasses in and took out some tissue. She wiped her heart and nose. " What ? "

Ron put his arm around her shoulders. " seminal fluid on, let's go to the car. " He looked both ways and stepped off the curb.

" You... you really think I look okay with this cut ? "

" blue jean, when I say you look great, or hot, or beautiful, I mean it every clip I say it. So, yeah, the do looks large on you. "

" I... I never had any of that done before, I mean not like today. I... I was... was glad you didn't tell apart me about it, because... I... I would have been so nervous. " She started crying softly.

Ron was totally bemused. He stopped and put his arms around her. It was the just thing he could think of to do. It seemed she liked the spa from what she was saying but the weeping didn't make sense if she liked it. He kissed her temple.

" Ron... " She sniffled. " We can't do this out in the unfastened like this. "

" denim, we're just necking. So... are you... like upset ? I... I meant it as a surprisal, as... as a surprise endowment... I... I thought you'd like it. I... I even asked Mrs T... Homer A. Thompson if it was a good birthday gift for... "

blue jean tensed and interrupted, " You... you talked to Mrs Thompson about it ? "

" Yeah, a little. "

Jean pushed away. " What... what did you talk to her about ? "

" I asked her if it'd be a skillful gift for your birthday. I... I asked about what it was, you know, a spa day, a spa... " He didn't want to say'makeover.'" You know, a haircut, a... a manicure, all that hooey. She helped explain the stuff I didn't know about, like... like the color coordinator, you know the... "

" The mode gloss coordinator consultation. "

She had stopped crying so he chanced a diminished smile. " Yeah... yeah, that thing. "

Her optic teared more. " Did... did you do this... thought process... thinking it would make me... feel better about... about the way I look ? " A snag ran down her face.

He didn't know what to say. Maybe somewhere in the back of his mind he thought that, but the main reason was that he thought she'd look hotter with a unlike hairdo. She had very nice fuzz but it looked like she just put Wave in it as an rethink since she stopped wearing it in that stupid half-assed pony rear after he had asked her to stop doing that. It would cause looked better just straight. It looked groovy, all sexy and mused up when they screwed but she couldn't have it like that all the time. He recalled the Word Mrs T had used. " I... I thought you'd enjoy being pampered for a few hours. I... I thought you'd like it. "

" It... it was very nice. I... I did like it. " She started crying softly again and let Ron hug her close. " I know I shouldn't... be... crying but... but I can't assistance it. You've been so sweet. Thank you, Ron... thank you so much. It was a wonderful gift. "

" So... so that means you... you liked it ? "

She giggled and cried. " Y-y-yes ! " She thought about the hairstylist. He had been so gay, yet so up figurehead and frank about her disfigurement, that it hadn't upset her, it was almost like being with one of the numerous doctors and surgeons she had seen over the years. He told her they should ignore it, and go with the shape of her font to define the cut that would look just on her. He had complimented the quality of her hair and asked what products she used. She had been embarrassed when she told him she used whatever shampoo and conditioner she found on sale. She was glad the somewhat superimposed way they decided on, could cover her eye socket some and not have it seem odd that it did. It was also gracious she wasn't going to receive to use a curling iron on it.

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Chapter 8

Jean's jaw was clenched. She was standing in her bedroom by her bed strewn with a half dozen garments. She was barefoot, wearing white-hot panties from the half dozen Ron had picked out at Victoria's Secret, and a white cotton, wide strapped tank top. Her arms were folded across her chest. She was glaring at Ron. " I want to fag out the beige shorts with this top ! "

" No ! Why do you always want to get dressed like an old peeress ? Those are just like your stupefied baggy blue denim shorts ! "

" No they aren't like my spicy dungaree short pants ! " She pointed at them. " These are pleated cotton shorts ! Women wear them to... to barbeque and... and pool company ! "

" Yeah, old noblewoman wear those ! You look like a college miss ! College girls wear clobber like that light amobarbital sodium tank car garb ! "

" I told you, I'm not wearing that ! And I'm not a college female child ! "

" Well, you're not an old lady either ! "

" Those aren't old lady shorts ! You even said they looked good on me when we bought them ! And... and college girls wear them too ! "

He wondered why they were shouting. He lowered his volume, " Okay... wear that top but... but put on the ovalbumin mini skirt. "

" I can't wear a Edward White skirt with a white top, you idiot ! "

" Is that your bikini top under your shirt ? "

" No, it's a bra ! "

" involve that off ! You look better without it ! "

" NO ! I'm not... I'm not not wearing a bra ! "

His intense verbal expression started to soften, then he smiled. " What the hell did you just say ? You're not-not what ? ! " He started laughing. " Does that mean you ARE going to endure it, or NOT going to wear one ? ! " He laughed harder.

" It means... It means... " She exhaled sharply, then a smile started forming on her lips. " It means SHUT UP ! " She pushed him onto the bed and then climbed on top of him, straddling him with human knee, then lowering her buns onto genitalia. She leaned forward, grabbed his articulatio radiocarpea and pinned them to the bed. " Shut up. Quit arguing with me. "

" I would if you'd stop being so dumb. " He chuckled but stopped quickly. Her center welled slightly. His voice softened, " jean, really. I think... wearing a annulus, you'd... okay, you're not a college girl, but you look like you are, and you're not as old as Mrs Homer Thompson, or... any of the parents. I'd... I'd really like to see you again in one of the dame I got you. I... I think even... you know, some of the mommy there might take in a short chick on, really, and... and you look skilful in... I mean the skirt looks good on you. "

" Ron... it's... it's not really the clothes I'm... I'm worried about. "

His brow pinched. He wondered if she was concerned he was going to act like she was his girlfriend in front of everyone. They had gone over all that. " Is it... is it me you're worried about ? "

" Huh ? No. I... I'm flighty because... because I haven't... haven't been to a party, at least not a party like this, in a... in a really long time. "

" jean, we've... we've talked some... I mean are you worried, about... ahh... your... "

" My... my eye ? "

" Yeah. denim I really don't think that it's... "

She interrupted, " Yes, I am concern about... about that, but... I'm worried about just... just being at the party. "

" I don't know what all the parents are like, but... Mrs. T is sang-froid, and... listen, I'll just hold fast with you the completely prison term. I mean, you're the one I want to be with anyway. "

Jean was tempted to tell him if that was dead on target then why didn't they just stay home. She owed it to him to go, to act normal. She was scared she'd not be able to. She knew people would stare. " No... you... you can't do that, it... it wouldn't look right. We talked about that. "

" dungaree ? "

" What ? "

" You're making my cock get backbreaking and it's difficult for me to think about anything other than being inside you right now. "

She wiggled her hip. Her pussy was pressing right against his burgeoning cock. She was so nervous about the company that she surprisingly wasn't feeling any tingling. " Do... why don't we... " Her middle welled more.

" What ? "

" nix. I... I was going to say... maybe we should just stay place and... and we could take in our own party, but... but you want to go and it'd be bounderish to... to the Thompson's not to go. "

Ron twisted his hands and got them out from her light grip. His palms caressed her rose hip.

" I'm... unquiet about being around so many people because... because it's a party, and... and I am worried about... about wearing... um... "

" Jean, really, a top like you have on and a... one of those dame look great on you. I really have seen some of the mummy wearing that sort of thing and... and you're untried. It fits... I mean your age and the clothes. "

" Can... can we compromise ? "

" What do you mean ? "

" I'll wear the... blue annulus, but... but I... I won't go into the pond. I won't wreak my bathing suit. "

His jaw clenched. " Why not ? You've worn that a one-half dozen clock time. You... you were only unearthly about it the first time. It's not that... that skimpy. "

" I've only worn it here with you at our consortium. There wasn't... anyone else around. "

His brow pinched again. That didn't have anything to do with her head injury. It dawned on him. " You're... Jean, you're not one of those girls who think they're fat when they're not, are you ? "

" What ? " Her brow pinched.

" You don't look fat in that two-piece at all. "

" No, it's... it's my scars. " Her eyes welled again.

He gazed at her bad eye again, then he blinked and looked at her shoulder scratch. " You mean... "

" All the 1 on my torso... my chest and abdomen. "

" jean, those don't... " He stopped talking. He had almost said'those don't count'or something equally dullard. What seemed peanut to him might appear like hideous scars to her. He thought if she had the moxie to actually look at people without her old fake glasses on, or with her new sun glasses on, that the scars on her body were nothing compared to her eye. But, he also realized that the new sort of wrapping around sun glasses hid her eye injury even better than the juke glasses. She did well though, talking to the great unwashed, taking the sun glasses off at 1st at least, making eye contact then put them back on. She never wore them in eatery. His dad had told him it was yokelish to satisfy and speak to person with sun meth on, at least really dark sun chicken feed. He said it was crucial to make eye contact.

jean was trying to control her tears and anxiousness.

He took a dim breath. " Jean, I... I hope this doesn't make me sound like a... a jolt, um... "

" What ? "

" You've... you've gotten a light tan, and... you may call back those scars are really detectable, but... they're really not. "

" Yes, they are. "

" I... I thought since the... you know that Night at the Thai place, that... that you were going to cease thinking about what early people thought. "

" I'm... I'm trying, but... but I don't want anyone asking... asking me about anything. I... I don't want to talk about it. " She started trembling. She quickly wiped her eyes.

Ron realized there was a part of him that wanted Jean to go to the party so he could establish her off, as if she was his girl and his sexual conquest, and maybe even his short project, how he had changed her in just a few weeks. He felt like a jerked meat about that, then again, he really did think he was helping her. She had changed not only with him at home, but she didn't freak going into eating house or computer storage anymore. She hadn't run out of the spa when she found out about it. He tried to think fast. " Jean... do... would you ask someone ? About how somebody got scar ? " He realized if he was all scarred up, he'd probably really enjoy talking about it to whoever wanted to listen. Maybe guy cable were different.

" No, but... "

" What ? "

" But person might. It's... it's happened before. I... I don't want to verbalize about it. I... I don't want to be stared at. "

He almost laughed and tried to hold back the smile but it started to show.

Her aspect scrinched up. " Don't jest at me ! " She couldn't believe he was. She started to back off him, but he quickly sat up and put his branch around her. " Let me go. " She tried to wind free.

" I'm not laughing at you, but... " He chuckled softly. The whole situation struck him as being hilarious.

She started crying. Ron was laughing at her. " Let me go ! "

He held her tighter. " I'm... I'm not laughing about what you think I am. Listen... listen to me ! You don't understand ! "

" No ! Let me go ! "

He had to worm her around and down onto the bed. He was now holding her coat of arms pinned to the mattress. " Yes, you're going to get stares, but... "

" You lied to me then ! You said... you said citizenry wouldn't ! I.. don't want to go ! I'm not going ! "

" God... how could you be so maledict pudden-head ? ! "

" You don't understand ! You... you don't know what it's like ! Restaurants... eating house and stores are one thing, but... but a company is dissimilar ! I don't want to go ! "

" Would you just shut up and relax ? ! Jeezuz ! Yeah, some mass may stare, the... the guys'll probably stare... even if you wear the stupid mom boxershorts, but it... "

She interrupted, " You said no one would ! You lied to me ! I don't want... "

" SHUT UP ! They're not going to be looking at your cicatrix ! They'll... they'll be looking at your body ! Your hot consistency ! God... you're so stupid ! " He shut his center for moment and cooled down. " I'm sorry, I... didn't mean to call off you poor fish, but... jeezuz, occur on, dungaree, you... you never really see yourself. You... you look in the mirror and... and you only see... you only see your... your... "

" My ugly eye ! My unworthy scrape ! " Her side scrinched up and she started crying harder. She stopped trying to get away.

Ron took his handwriting off her arm. He moved off her to get the box of tissues. He had pushed her too much. It was going too fast for her. She rolled onto her side and hugged a pillow to herself and keep watchword. He had fucked up again. He shouldn't have bitched about the pleat boxershorts. He was trying to indicate her off. He was an asshole. He wanted other guy to see how hot she was even though he'd never be able to recite anyone he had screwed her. He was a huge asshole. He grabbed a bunch of tissue. He lay succeeding to her and reached over her to hand her the tissue paper. She pulled her body slightly away from him when his dresser touch her back. " Here, take these. " Her hand pulled the tissue paper from his.

He waited until her weeping subsided, then spoke softly, " dungaree, please listen and don't interrupt me, okay ? " He waited for a couple moments then frowned when she didn't respond. " Okay, maybe... maybe some people will... will see at your scars, but... what I meant just now, is that it's more belike, the... well, at the to the lowest degree the hombre, the guys my age, and... and hell... actually, the sometime guy wire too, in other words, all the guys will... " He exhaled. " They'll... they'll probably, you know, they'll all probably... hold in you out, you know, elevator eye you. I know I would if I didn't know you and you showed up at a party. Hell... I check you out every day here. You're... "

He exhaled again. " You're hot, you've... you've got a great bod and... and even in the mom shorts, you... you still calculate hot. I... I didn't mean to... to be a tug, but... it... not your intuitive feeling, but... it was a little funny to me that you thought, I mean, that you didn't know guy rope would be looking because... because you know, you're pretty and have a great bod, and... and now that I think about it, I guess... I guess I don't want hombre checking you out. Maybe... maybe I... even though no one would know, maybe... maybe I wanted to be with you, you know, as... as kind of my date, even though no one would know, except you and me. I've... I've never been out with... with a smart, decent and... pretty missy at a party. It's... that was stunned of me. I'm sorry. I... I think... I think maybe we should just skip the dumb party. "

denim wiped her olfactory organ. " Ron... I'm... I'm not stupid. I... I know you've been trying to... to help me, you're... you're trying to... to get me to ignore what... what other people think, and... and you have helped me, but... but... you don't have to lie to me. I... I know what I look like. I... I guess I pretend with you that I... that I look different because... because... " She started crying softly again and tried to get it under control.

He put his arm around her and spooned her. " I'm not lying. I... I don't know how else to say this, and I... I know it sounds like... like... like I'm not thinking about... about all of you, you know who you are inside, but I do, I really do opine about that too, it's part of it for me, it's half the understanding I think you're beautiful, but... but if you don't believe what I say when I tell you you're beautiful and... and hot, well... how could I... you know, be getting hard-on about you if I was lying. You're... you're beautiful, you're sexy. If you weren't I... I wouldn't be getting erections. So... if you don't believe what I say, then... then you should believe my dick. And... OK, maybe I'm trying to... in a way, help you, but... I want to be with you because I like being with you, because... because of... of what you said I shouldn't William Tell you. I... I don't want to make you cry, get sad or... or get really neural. I just think that... that you're not seeing affair right... clearly, however I should say it. I... I haven't meant to hurt you in any way. I'm sorry. Let's... let's skip the party. I'll call Josh and distinguish him... tell him something came up. " He kissed her shoulder joint and then slid off the bed. He started towards his room.

Jean rolled onto her rear. " Ron, you go. You should go. Maybe... maybe you'll fulfil some nice, passably fille there. "

His jaw clenched. He spun around. He didn't know his oculus were glaring. " I don't want to receive any fille. I wanted to go with you. I'll anticipate Josh and severalise him we're not coming. " He turned around and headed to his way to get his prison cell. Just as he was stepping into his way he heard Jean come out to the hallway.

She stood outside her door. " Don't call ! " Ron turned around, his eyes met hers. " We'll... we'll go. "

" denim, flavor, you don't wa... "

She interrupted as she walked towards him, " We're going. I... I want to go now. " She walked up to him and put her sleeve around him and hugged him tightly. " You're... you're right. I'm... I'm thinking too often about... about what other mass think. I... I said I'd go, and... and I want to, but... but we... you know, we... we can't look like... like we're out on a day of the month, but... I want to go now. I really do. " She didn't want to at all, but she didn't want to disappoint him either.

*

Jean looked at the Homer Armstrong Thompson house as she kept telling herself it was going to be just like a parent-teacher conference. She had gotten used to doing those, she had to. She could do this too. Ron took her paw and she knew she should recount him to let go but she gripped it. Her other hand checked the hem of her light blue miniskirt skirt and tugged it down a little.

" You're skirt looks fine, Jean. "

She should induce worn her pleated short. She had called Mrs. Homer Thompson, Betty, a few twenty-four hour period ago, asking what she should lend, what food item. Betty said to just bring her washup suit of clothes. Jean had gotten a nursing bottle of wine-coloured that Ron was holding. She heard about it on the receiving set, it as supposed to be proficient. She loosened her hand. She whispered, " You... you shouldn't be holding my hand. "

He sighed. " Okay. " He gave her mitt a squeeze then released it. They started up the twain steps to the entry porch. " Think you should take off your sunglasses ? "

" Um... umm... yes... I will. " Her heart raced. " In... inside. " She saw Ron reaching for the door handle. " Shouldn't we ring the Melville Bell ? "

" Nah. For parties like this, I usually just walk in. Everyone's probably out back. "

" Are... are you surely ? "

" Yeah. denim... relax. "

" I... I'm trying. " She checked the hem of her bird again.

" Your skirt is fine. You look awesome. " He opened the door and let Jean walk in number one. They heard medicine from the patio. A girl in a Bikini was walking into the entrance hall, probably to use the powder room. She gave Jean a farsighted looking then her eyes turned to Ron.

" Hi, Ron. " She look at the young lady again.

" Hey, Cindy. Everyone out back ? "

" Uh-huh. " Her middle went to Ron. " Yeah, everyone. " As they passed her, Cindy again checked out the girl he was with. She wondered if she was from south senior high, or maybe a college girl ? Ron was honest looking but he was so shy. She bet he wasn't shy with that girl. Her breadbasket tensed. She had a chance with him herself a month or so ago. She suddenly wondered if she had made a big misunderstanding. She stepped into the bathroom.

denim whispered, " She... she was cute. "

" Yeah... I guess. " Ron wondered if he should have introduced jean to Cindy but at the instant his only actual concern was Jean's jumpiness regarding meeting the Thompsons. He saw Mr. T in the open kitchen area. He spoke very softly, " Ahh... the glasses, blue jean ? " He headed towards Mr. Thompson.

Jean tensed, but pulled her sunglasses off, she shook her head so her hair laid a little closer to her ugly eye and curved over her disfigured zygomatic.

" Hey, Mr. T. " Josh's dad was getting a bag of ice from the freezer. He was wearing a icteric golf shirt and tan pleated shorts.

" Hey... Ron, good to see ya. " He looked at the girl Ron was with. His smiling grew. He wanted to say something same Way to go, man ! but he didn't want to embarrass the kid or his escort. He put the bag of ice on the island counter then extended his hand to his son's friend. He shook it firmly as did the kid. visor's center were on the girl though. " So... who's this you're with ? "

" Yeah, uh... Mr. Thompson, this is Jean Mazur. Jean this is Josh's dad, Mr. Thompson. "

Bill grinned as he extended his hand again and she took it. " Hi, denim. Ron didn't say he'd be bringing a da... " His brow pinched. " Ahh... sorry, did Ron say your last public figure's Mazur ? "

" Yes. I'm Ron's aunt. "

His eyes grew wide for a moment. " Oh... I... uh... well... " He smiled again. " Of course you are, and it's handbill, I mean, I'm Bill. " He glanced at her good eye for a moment. He remembered now. " I'm glad you're here, it's really in effect to meet you. " He realized he was still holding the young fair sex's hand. He somewhat reluctantly let it go.

" Ahh... this is from us. " Ron handed the bottle of wine to Mr. T.

" Oh... thanks, that's nice. " He looked at the label wondering if he shouldn't. It was a decent bottle of wine, that brand that was inexpensive but was supposed to be very good. He had heard about it on NPR. " Thanks, good choice. " He looked at the pretty young woman... woman. " What can I get you, Jean ? We've got wine opened outside already, so... we'll save this if that's all right. There's lemonade, sodas, and beer out there too ; and I'm bartending, making cocktails. Just name it, and... " He grinned. " I'll get my bartender's record out if I have to. "

" I... I'll just suffer some... some wine-coloured or a soft deglutition outside. "

" All right. " He put the nursing bottle of wine on the wall counter, then picked up the ice. " seed on, I'll stick in you to Betty. " He walked behind the immature adult female and Ron. He checked out her ass and leg, then blurted, " I hope you brought your swim suit. " He cringed wondering if it sounded a bit too eager.

" I... I left it in the car. I... I may not swim. "

" Oh... you'll... you'll have to. We... we usually get the kids out later so the grownup can birth it for a while. " She really had a hot small trunk. He wanted a better look.

Ron got along well with both Mr. and Mrs. Homer Thompson. They made him find at home. " Hey, Mr. T, you said a brace week ago, Josh and I weren't kids anymore. "

Bill grinned as he stepped to the side of Jean to pull the sliding patio doorway outdoors. He glanced at her bosom, minuscule but gracious looking. They fit her flyspeck slender figure. " Yeah... I guess you're right. Okay... you can be in the pool with the adults. "

They walked towards the refreshment table. Ron almost laughed. Mrs. Thompson was wearing a multi-color print halter top and a unforesightful white wrap around dame. He wanted to elbow dungaree, breaker point at Mrs. T and say, See ! See ! I was right !

broadsheet walked up behind his wife as he set the large bag of ice on the table. " beloved ? Got someone new for you to meet. "

Betty Homer A. Thompson turned around. " Ron ! Hi. " She gave him a little hug and smiled at the girl he was with, then she glanced towards the house. There wasn't any char following them. She looked at the girl again and noticed the squinting eye and scar, her hair somewhat hiding her zygomatic bone. She pulled back from Ron. She kept smiling at the girl, adult female if it was his auntie. Betty propped her sunglasses on top of her straits. " Hi. "

" Jean, this is my wife, Betty. Betty this is blue jean Mazur, Ron's aunt. "

" Hello, Betty. I'm glad to fit you. We spoke on the phone. " A million butterfly were alight in her stomach but Jean smiled cordially and extended her hand. She told herself it was just like a parent-teacher conference. Betty shook her hand.

" jean, it's big to meet you. I'm so glad you came. " She looked at the youthful adult female's pilus. It was a overnice cut, free to the shape of her face.

placard broke in, " So... white wine all rightfulness ? "

" Yes, please... thank you. "

" Comin'right up. Let me just get this ice in the chest first. "

" I'll do that Mr. T. "

" Oh... Ron, thanks. "

Betty smiled. " I'm surprised we haven't met Oklahoman. Ron told me you're a teacher ? "

" Yes. First grade. "

" Oh... that must be fun. I taught for ten years. I loved it but I had an opportunity for a in high spirits paying side in patronage and took it. I really missed teaching though. "

" You... you were a teacher ? Really ? "

" Uh-huh. Sixth grade. " Betty grinned. " The nestling are a bit dissimilar than first graders, or maybe they're the same, but... with a different skeletal system of mind and set of priorities by then. "

" Oh... I know. I took over the sixth level grade for a couple weeks final year. To be honest, I had some problems controlling them. " It had been terribly, at least with a few of the boys who had made fun of her eye behind her game loud enough for her to hear the comment and titters of laughter. She had almost cried in class, but had luckily gotten herself under control.

Josh saw Ron. " Hey bro ! Come over here ! "

Ron was stepping to Jean's side. He turned around. He then looked at denim and Betty smiling and talking non-stop. He gripped blue jean's arm lightly. " jean, Josh is calling me. Ahhh... you okay ? "

" Um... " She gave him an embarrassed smile. " Yes, I am. " She saw a spyglass of wine appear in front of her. She took it from Bill's hand.

" okay... I'll see ya later. "

" All right. "

Ron headed towards his admirer, hearing blue jean thank eyeshade for the wine-coloured. He walked up to Josh standing with a couple other friends. " Hey. "

" So... who's the chick, dude ? "

Bob echoed it, " Yeah, who's the babe ? "

Ron wanted to grin but he didn't. " Hey... cool it. That's my aunt. "

" What ? Who ? ! " Josh stared. He had seen Ron's aunty a couple dozen metre but not really long smell. That wasn't his fucking aunt. " Don't goof on us, who is she ? "

" That's my aunt. "

" You're fuckin'kiddin'me, dude. "

" No. That's her. "

Josh kept staring. The girl was about the right height and pilus color from what he remembered. " Holy shit... where the netherworld has she been all my lifespan ? "

Ron suddenly found himself wishing they had stayed home. " Hey, bastard, that's my aunt. observe what the Hell you say, bro. "

Josh laughed briefly. " Shit, you bad mouth her all the fuckin'time. "

" No, I don't. " He had, mainly saying she was incredibly weird.

" Yeah, you have... well, saying she was a jerk and freakin'bizarre. "

" I... she's not... she's not weird at all. I was an son of a bitch. I was wrong. "

Josh laughed. " No shit, beau ! Where the Hades was she hiding that bod ? "

" Hey, Josh... frisson. I'm not kiddin'... cool it. "

" Yeah, no sudor. Maybe you should chill. add up on. We got a bottle of Bushy in my bedroom. We were just going there. "

Ron glanced at denim. She was talking with Mrs. T and a couple of the former female parent. " Yeah, sure. "

*

denim was smiling, actually grinning, as they headed down the Thompson's curving strawman sidewalk. The last of the sunset light had faded an time of day ago. She and Ron were one of the conclusion five twain at the party. It was a beautiful night. It had been a wonderful party.

Betty called out, " dungaree ! Don't forget to call me soon about lunch ! "

Jean gripped Ron's muscular arm as she one-half turned but kept walking. " I won't forget, Betty ! Thanks again for the capital party ! "

Bill grinned as his arm went around his wife's waist. " Stop by anytime ! We need to have a volleyball replay soon ! "

" We may need to practice session first ! " She laughed and waved. The Thompsons waved then went back into the house. dungaree turned forward, continued grin and laced her arm with Ron's. " Thank you, Ron. I... I should just listen to you from now on. It... it was a lot of fun. I'm really glad we came. " She tugged her two-piece under her cooler top. It had been irritating her skin for the past hour or so. She wished she would have changed into her panties and bra after they got out of the kitty. She thought they would leave much sooner though, not be one of the last duad at the party, so when her bathing suit dried she just put on her top and chick over it.

" Yeah... fun. " He walked around to the rider English of the car, unlocked the door then opened it for her. dungaree got in and he closed the doorway. As he walked around she leaned over and opened his threshold for him. He liked that she always did that, but it wasn't on his mind at the moment. He got in and started the engine.

" Betty is really nice. I really enjoyed talking with her, and hearing some of her, as she called them, her war stories about teaching. I could have-to doe with to some of them so a good deal. I liked Allison and Maggy a lot too. And Bill was so funny. The food was really good too, didn't you think so ? Those grilled prawn were so yummy. " She looked at Ron's visibility and her grin shrank, then disappeared.

He looked straight ahead a the road. " Yeah, it was okay. "

" Is... is something wrong, Ron ? "

" No, not really. " His jaw clenched.

" Well... it seems something is. What... what's on your mind ? "

" You seemed to have a lot of fun during the puddle volleyball game game. "

She smiled as her eyebrow pinched. " I did. Didn't you ? I saw you laughing. We all were. And... you guys won. "

" I noticed you seemed to really be enjoying Jack's dad helping you at the net. "

" What ? Who ? "

" Jack's dad, whatever the hell his name is. He was all over you, coppin'feels all the time. "

She made a face. " What ? He wasn't doing that. If he had... I... I would have punched him out. "

" That's bullshit. He was coppin'feels. "

" He didn't. He never once touched my breasts or put his hands anywhere inappropriate. That never happened. Why would even th... "

" Not like that ! Every prison term he picked you up, you had your ass right up against his dresser ! You laughed about it ! He did that a XII times ! And you didn't say a word to him ! "

" He was kidding around ! And it was twice at near ! He did that to all the women on the team. It wasn't just me. "

" Then he was fucking coppin'feels on every other bird on your team too ! "

" He wasn't ! I... I would ingest punched him out if he had been. It was only two or three times and it was for... for a moment. God ! "

" I... I didn't like it. "

Jean blinked. She had never before experienced what was happening. Her'boyfriend'was envious. Her voice calmed, " Ron... I didn't think he was groping me at all. If I thought that, I... I would have screamed at him. I... I would have really punched him out. The... the boy... I mean, you guys on the other side of meat, you started it with the girls on your team, call back ? That's why Wayne picked up the charwoman on our incline, at our waists, and... and he was probably a little drunk too. He didn't touch me like you're implying, and... and my butt wasn't against his thorax very long at all. You... you had that young woman, Cindy on your berm for... for a few helot, the whole time. Wayne didn't cop any feels. " She frowned remembering how jealous she had gotten seeing Cindy on Ron's shoulder joint, even though she had tried to ignore it.

" I... I don't care about her. "

Jean's forehead pinched. " So you think I'm attracted to or have a crushed leather on Jack's father, Wayne ? "

Ron tried to break off it, but his sassing formed a one-half smile. Jack's dad was big and had sinewy limb and legs, but a huge beer gut too. Sometimes he looked pregnant. That was the usual gag, someone asking what month Jack's dad was in. He was also bald on the top of his forefront. " okeh... O.K., I'm acting like a bloody asshole. Sorry. " He had kind of enjoyed Cindy's slit pressing against the book binding of his psyche and her thighs sandwiching his neck.

" I've... I've never had a guy be... be jealous about me before. "

He sighed. " wellspring... well, goodie for you, huh ? "

She reached for his arm and stroked it. " Are we having a fight ? "

" I... I don't know. No, were not fighting. I... I guess I'm acting like a guy... an asshole immature guy. "

" If you're acting immature, then... maybe I am too, because... because I got a little jealous when that cute young woman was on your shoulders. " She knew she had gotten a lot Thomas More than a fiddling jealous.

" Are you bullshitting me ? " He glanced at her then watched the road again.

" No, I'm not, and... may I ask you something ? "

He wondered if someone had told her that he had wanted to ask Cindy out before. " I guess, what ? "

" Why do you seem to be swearing so much more lately ? "

" Because... because... " He began to grin. " Because you're making me get goddamn overjealous all the time. "

" Ron ? " Her eyes teared a little.

" Yeah ? "

" Thank you for asking me out and taking me to the party. "

He sighed again. " Thanks for coming with me. "

" Hmmm... coming with you. I... I think that's a nice idea. When we get home are we going to... to sweetly make lovemaking, or... " She started to smile. " Or are you going to bonk me. " Her smiling grew as she blushed.

Ron smiled too. " I was thinking a fiddling of both. "

" Mmm... just the way I like it. "

*

Jean was breathing quicker again as she looked at the dismay clock. It was nearly 2:00AM. She almost laughed. How could Ron keep going ? She knew how she could, not only did he keep giving her orgasms, but she guessed that at least subconsciously she was trying to take a leak up for a dozen years of sexual abstention. She wondered again how Ron could be such a proficient lover. She didn't think he had lied about his minimal experience. She had asked him in the first place, after he had used his glossa to get her to her first sexual climax of the Night. He said if he was any good, it was because of the thing he couldn't say to her. She had almost cried again but forced herself to maintain the tear at bay. She had been crying in front of him way too a great deal lately. She winced and shut her eyes.

" Dammit. I'm... I don't wan na hurt you, Jean. "

" It felt good before that bit, just... maybe... um... "

He slowly pulled his mediate finger from her hot anus. " We don't have to do this, Jean. " His cock was throbbing. He really wanted it in her ass again.

" I know you want to and... and I want to too, really. I really do, Ron. Put Sir Thomas More gel on and then... then go slower. "

" I... I want you to like this... relish it too, if you won't or don't, I don't wan na do it. "

" God... Ron, I liked it the showtime time, remember ? You always take a crap me feel so good. I want to make you find proficient too. You... you don't even let me suck you. "

" Yeah, I do. "

" Not very long. You always narrate me to stop. Is... is that because I do it badly ? "

He chuckled as he added more gel to her hot anus. " I tell you to stop because you do it so good it makes me wan na do other stuff. "

" adjacent fourth dimension, I want you to cum in my oral cavity again. I... I cum on your mouth. "

He swirled two fingertips on and around her hot bastard. " I know. I love that. "

" You do ? Or is that a jocularity ? "

" Jeezuz, Jean... I've told you that every time you cum on my mouth and tongue. I love the way you... you kiss me with your puss. I love that. It really is like a candy kiss, a... a peculiar French kiss. That's the way I think of it, a very hot limited French osculation. I want you to cum on my mouth every time. "

" Why do you get to say full point when I suck you, but when I've told you to give up licking and... and... and start screw, you don't. " She blushed again. She shook her caput. She couldn't believe the way she talked now when she wasn't even drunk.

" Because... because you always say that right before you orgaz, so I keep licking. It makes me want to even more. "

She giggled softly. " Ron ?'Orgaz'isn't a word. "

He pulled his fingers off her anus and gave her bubble nerve a light swat. Thap !

Jean flinched. " Ow ! " She giggled. " What was that for ? "

" For being a sassy ass... teacher. "

" I think you're the instructor at this point. " She shut her oculus. " Mmmmh. " She felt Ron's former hand glide under her and his finger started playing with her clit. She was a tiny bit supply ship there, but not enough to stop her from tingling instantly. " Mmmmhhhh. That's... that's so nice. " She felt his other fingers returned to her anus. It heightened her tingling. " Mmm... I like that too, Ron. "

* * *

Chapter 9

Ron looked around. He touched his hand to Jean's and then took it in his.

" Ron ? Maybe we sh... "

He interrupted, " Oh... jeezuz, blue jean. It's a weekday, we're at Lincoln Park in the city. No one we know will see us here. Maybe... maybe in the zoo, even though I'll want to, I won't hold your hand because of the million to one possibleness we might see someone who knows us. So... so... so just relax. "

Jean pressed her side against his arm. A smile grew on her mouth. " Well... we shouldn't be taking prospect being seen holding hands, but okay, we'll hold hands, although... I was going to say, maybe we should own packed a picnic lunch. " She giggled softly.

He smiled. " Yeah, maybe next meter. I want to try that little Siamese eating house Mrs. T told you about. I have the google map in the car. "

" You know, she really liked our Siamese eatery too. She had never been there. "

It felt practiced to hear dungaree say'our'restaurant. " It was you and Mrs. T and who else ? "

blue jean smiled. " Alison. She's a lot of fun too. "

" So, they're like what ? At to the lowest degree in their forties, right ? "

" Uh-huh. I think Betty looks thirty-something though. Alison looks respectable too. untested than her age. "

" So them being ten - fifteen years sometime than you wasn't... you know weird ? "

" No. Not at all. I didn't even think about that. "

" So then it's not weird or odd being with me for you, since there's only twelve days between us. "

Her smiled faded. " Ron... you know that's not our problem, not the tangible problem at all. "

" Listen, blue jean, I've been thinking. I don't know why it... "

" Ron, please. We... we both know this... us together like this, can't go on. We know it's not right and... and we know it has to end when Frank comes home. I know we should have stopped... sooner, but... I just can't terminate it before we have to this summer. I... " Her oculus teared up. " You're... you're very important to me. I... I don't want this to end but I know it has to. It has to, Ron. We... we can't do this after Frank comes home. " Her face scrinched for a moment. She wiped her eyes and tried to slack.

" jean... please, don't get upset. Let's... let's sit on that bench for a little while. I want to... Let me severalise you what I've thought about. "

jean realized with only nineteen days left before dog's scheduled paying back, the end of their illicit yet fantastic relationship was going to be on both their judgement. They had been having a howling day until a few minute ago. Their age difference was now finally apparent. Ron was trying to figure out every way it didn't have to end. There was no way for it to continue. She knew in her heart it never should have begun. She didn't feel guilty at the present moment though, and she wouldn't in the future unless somehow this marvellous yet incorrectly human relationship ended up negatively affecting Ron in some way, whether it was tomorrow or ten age from now.

Something else had also become patent to her about their years, or more accurately, her own lack of matureness in probably more than one aspect of her personality. Her maturing cognitive process in terms of her sexual and romantic/emotional experience had halted the day of the accident. Her ontogeny in those parts of herself had stayed dormant until she and Ron made love, maybe it was more arrive at lecherousness that number one time. She was thirty and he was eighteen, but he had more experience, he was leading her, teaching her, not the other way around. She had thought and acted like a teenager about it all, because sexually and romantically she still was a teenaged female child. It was one ground she had ignored all thoughts about consequences, just like a teenager would. Ron had been and still was filling in a huge gap in her spirit, her experiences, and filling her heart which had ached for love life for a dozen years.

They sat down, she held his hand as her former rose to wipe her eyes again.

Ron let go of her hand and put his arm on the rachis of the bench then his hand caressed her shoulder. " I've been thinking. calculate... I know this can't go on forever, and I know no one else can ever know about us, but... Jean, I don't feel that anything we've done has been wrong, not in my heart, and... and not in my psyche. I know we're related and... and that's supposed to make it wrong, but, like I just said, I don't find it's wrong. okey, but... I also know that... that you're going back home at the end of summertime, like always, and I'm going to college this fall. And... and I know you may meet some guy in the next nine mo... nether region, you may fill some guy a week after you get home, and... and you know, fall in sexual love, and... and all that, and I won't mean value anything to y... "

She quickly turned towards him, putting her laurel wreath on the book binding of his neck. " Ron, don't ever think you won't mean the globe to me. You will always... always be so very authoritative to me. " Her face scrinched up and split started dropping from her eye lashes.

He put his arms around her and held her finale. He kissed her head. Sometimes it seemed all he could do was puddle her cry. " I... I didn't mean to say that. "

" Don't ever think that. You will always... always be important to me. I want you to be glad. We... we can't go on this way. I want you to find a very Nice, very pretty, very smart little girl. You... you... you deserve that, Ron. You are... are such a good man, a... a guy with... with so much love in him. " She cried softly for a full minute, unable to terminate the cascading tears.

He kissed her head a few meter. His own eyes were brimming with tears. " blue jean... I want you to be glad, glad and loved like... like you deserve. "

" I... want the same thing for y-y-you. "

" blue jean, I... I don't think what we're doing is untimely. Do... do you really cogitate it is ? "

" It... it doesn't look like it is, but... Ron, it is... we... we both know it is. "

" All I know is that it feels correct, mighty and estimable. I don't give a damn what anyone else thinks. I... I want you to be happy and love and... and if you find some guy who... who you have that with, who you fall in dearest with, I'll... I'll be very happy for you, but... if you don't meet that guy right away, why... I mean, why would it be wrong for us to... to continue ? I... I might be able to travel to you sometimes, you know, just me, during semester rupture, and... and you usually visit here at Christmas. And a couple age ago, Dad was out of town during the holiday. And... and then there's next summertime. Why can't following sum... "

Jean interrupted again, " I may not be coming here adjacent summer. "

It felt as if the solid ground had disappeared under his feet. " What ? Why not ? "

" Ron... you'll be in college. You won't need me here. Frank... Frank may tell me this was the endure summer he'll want me here. "

" He won't say that. And... okay, maybe he'll think I won't need you here, to... to keep an eye on me, but... I'll... I'll tell Dad he should ask you again, to... to devote you a... a kind of vacation. Something like that. "

" I... I don't know, Ron. This... it... this has to stop over. We... we both know that. "

" It only has to hold on when... when you meet some guy, when you fall in honey. And... and when Dad is around, obviously we... we'd have to cool it. And, like I said, I can... "

" Ron, when you fall in dear. You... you will find some peachy lady friend. You will. We... we have to stop so... so you find the female child you're supposed to detect. And... and not be thinking about me, about us, about us being together. You have your altogether future to be concerned about. "

" I... I don't handle about that other imaginary girl. I... "

jean broke in again, " You have to care about that, about her. You have to, Ron. Your time to come and... and that fille are who and what you need to be concerned about, not me. You have your wholly life ahead of you. "

" No, it's you who's going to find the right guy. But... until then... "

" Ron, it's you we need to be concerned about. I... I've missed my chance. I don't want you to miss your chance. "

" You haven't missed your prospect. I... okay, how about this ? When either of us finds a... a person who... who we... who we want to... who we love, then... then we'll kibosh seeing each other in... in this special way. dungaree, I don't experience what we're doing is wrong. You... you probably think I'm not thinking clearly or... or like an adult in this, but... but I think I am, at least about what I feel is aright and practiced and not amiss. And... and speaking of legal injury, have I been... have I been improper about anything so far ? "

" You were wrong about... " She sniffled and blinked a few sentence. " You were wrong about... " She exhaled. " I can't think of anything. That... that doesn't mean... "

Ron interrupted, " I haven't been untimely about anything about us so far, so... so I'm probably right that... that what we have is good and unless you fi... unless either of us find some former person, we should just go forward what we have together. "

The conversation had denim feeling emotionally, intellectually and even a fiddling physically exhausted. " I... I don't know, Ron. " She pushed back from him and wiped her eyes. " I can't think anymore about it right now. We... we should just relish the few weeks we have left this summer. "

" blue jean... maybe not right at this moment, but... we have to talk about this. It's... at to the lowest degree to me, it's too crucial not to blab about it more. "

" It... you are important to me, Ron. We will... we will peach about it, but... not right now, all right ? "

He took a slow deep hint, then exhaled it. He had wanted to talk it out today. " Yeah... okay. " They were both silent with their own idea for a full phase of the moon minute. He told himself they would talk and he should try not to care about it. Ron broke the silence, " Have I ruined the day ? "

She smiled softly. " No, you haven't ruined the day. "

" Then... let's get moving. I'm somewhat sure as shooting they feed the seals in to a lesser extent than a half minute. And it's kinda cool. "

She grinned but her centre welled up yet again. " okey. Let's hurry. " She quickly stood up, grabbed his script and pulled him up. " Come on, we don't wan na miss that. "

He had hoped to get her to agree, but knew it'd take some more talking and working at it. His voice rose an musical octave, " Hey... are you laughing at me ? "

" What ? No ! I'm just... " She saw him grinning. Her jaw tensed for a moment. " You're so mean to me ! " She swatted his shoulder. Thap. She watched him grin then chuckle and she realized at that moment they were finally both completely " convention " with each other no thing how abnormal their post was. They each had grown in their prison term together, she probably more than him because she had to catch up, and they had also grown together to get through this stage. It was also true that Ron had helped her more than than the former way bout. She wished with all her nerve their state of affairs was different and she could separate him just how a lot she loved him. Once again, her centre welled up.

Ron put his arm around her. His grin shrank when he saw her eyes tear. " What is it, Jean ? "

Her arm moved around his waist as her other hand rose to pass over her heart. She smiled. " Nothing, and... and everything, Ron. " She tilted her head up and raised up on her toes to kiss his face. " I'm so glad rightfulness now. " More tears filled her eyes. She giggled nervously. " come on. I want to see those seals swim and jump for their lunchtime fishies. "

*

They were both breathing heavily as Ron's putz finally slipped out of Jean's snug, warm pussy. He began planting breathy, moist, meandering kisses, starting at her shoulder, to her neck to her pliant womanly hillock, dallying at her taut pinkish pap, then heading lower down her abdomen.

denim was still feeling tingling Wave radiating from between her legs. She loved his kiss, all his gentle caresses afterwards. She knew just from overhearing conversations in the teacher lounge and reading article in charwoman's powder store that a lot of guys, men, just rolled over and went to sleep right field afterwards. Jean had finally accepted that Ron really couldn't get enough of her. He thrilled her making love, and he thrilled her both before and after too. He was so attentive, so romantic, so intense, and lusty, and gentle, and rough. She grinned. He was a motley of lovemaking ! " Ron... you lay on your backrest, I wan na snog you like this. You're spoiling me. " She giggled. You... you never let me do anything. "

" Yeah, I do. " He looked up smiling. " I let you lay on your back and you let me kiss you. It's even. "

" seed up here and hug me. " When he did, she rocked back and Forth to get momentum to roll him onto his back. She started kissing his neck and shoulders. " Just lay there, this clip you can't move. " He had told her that a twelve times, teasing her with the most rattling kisses and caresses, which usually got her so turned on they had to do it again.

" Hey... that's my line. " He lay there and enjoyed it as her kisses slowly traveled down his body. She got to his flaccid cock and her tongue lapped around the head. It started growing. " Hey... ahhh... denim ? "

" Uh-huh ? " She kept her spit moving. It was still amazing to her how just her glossa or a little stroke of her finger could get Ron's cock to start growing so soon after he had an orgasm.

" I think I have to go to the bathroom soon. "

Her head jerked up. " Oh. "

He laughed. " It's not going to start any moment, Jean. "

" Shut up. I know that. " She blushed.

He laughed again. " Now, you come up here, take a break. I'll get us some wine-coloured or soda water or something soon. I'm thirsty. "

She slid up his side and put her forefront on his shoulder. " I thought you had to go to the bathroom. "

" In a moment. I... " He exhaled. " I wan na ask you something that... well, I should sustain asked a longsighted time ago. "

denim tensed for a second, then told herself to relax. She had told him near of everything. " All right, what is it ? "

" You're on the oral contraceptive, right ? "

She tensed again. She hadn't expected that question. " I... I'm not, but... but we don't have to worry about it. "

" Huh ? " His supercilium pinched. He knew there were contraceptives other than the pill and condom, but he couldn't think of them at the moment. He thought one was some variety of slip in wire or something, which sounded like he might be making that up. " Why isn't it a worry ? "

She wished he hadn't asked. She probably should accept told him at the start. " I... I can't get fraught. It's... it's from my accident. I... I had some internal hurt. My ovary ducts... um... were... it's... let's just say I can't get pregnant. "

It felt like the wind got knocked out of him. He knew she could never accept his baby, but he had seen her in his mind lately as a mother, holding a baby, being a great mom. He had imagined her with a daughter who looked just like her. It wasn't fair. It wasn't fair at all ! She was a beautiful, smart, caring girl. She should be able to own children ! " I'm... I'm sorry, Jean. "

She heard the unhappiness in his voice. " The way... the way I look at it, Ron, is that I have XXV baby every year. In... in less than a calendar month, I'll have 25 new kids. "

He didn't know what to say. He couldn't believe how crushed he felt. What must she experience like ? What must she take felt like for 12 years ? He'd do anything if he could just change the past and have Jean never get into the car that day. How could so many icky things happen to one mortal ? Would he have been as brave as she's been ? Would he have been able-bodied to carry on with everything she's had to deal with ? He felt his throat begin to constrict as he eyes teared. He coughed. " I'm... gon na get something to fuddle, and... go to the john. " He pulled his arm from around her. He had to get out of the room before he lost it. He sat up on the sharpness of the bed, his back to Jean. " What... do you want to pledge ? "

" Just... just ice water supply, please. " She stared at his back. Her eyes teared a little. She wondered if he now opinion of her as lupus erythematosus of a woman. No, it had to be something else.

He got up and didn't look at her. "'kay. " He walked fairly fast to the manse and headed downstairs. He went to the bathroom on the first trading floor to pee. He kept telling himself not to turn a loss it. He flushed and washed his hired hand, then went to the kitchen. The minor undercabinet light by the swallow hole was on. He made up her shabu of ice water, then opened the refrigerator. He tried to make up one's mind if he wanted a snow or ice water too. His imaginativeness blurred. It was so screw unfair ! Dad had told him Mom couldn't have more than shaver after him, and that she had been very sad about it, so had his dad. That wasn't fair to her and Dad either. His mom had been a terrific mother. Tears started running down his face. He closed the refrigerator and sat on the nerveless floor, his legs folded up, his groundwork straight on the storey, his spinal column against the island locker. His cubital joint settled on his stifle, and his palms covered his face. It wasn't fair to Jean ! He started crying. Nothing had gone right for her !

dungaree started to worry. It was taking a long time to get a mates drinking. Was he now thinking she was less of a womanhood ? It couldn't be that. Could it ? She slid off the bed and headed downstairs.

He wiped his nose with his arm. He was at least gladiola he wasn't sobbing, but he couldn't stop the tears. He had to get it together ! He told himself not to babble out to her about it at all. It would just pretend her sad. He hated himself for how much he had made her cry over the by couple month. He folded his sleeve across his articulatio genus and lay his brow on his arms. He let the rip drop to the floor.

Jean walked towards the kitchen but didn't see him. She stopped and looked outside at the moonlit patio. She thought she heard a cough in the kitchen area. She walked to the island countertop, then saw the glass of ice water on the rampart counter. She walked around the island. She stopped deadened in her course. " Ron.... Ron... what's wrong ? " She hurried the few steps to him and was instantly on her knee. " What's wrong ? Are... are you okay ? " She put her arm around him and pressed her nerve to his head.

He cleared his pharynx again. His articulation was strained and raspy, " I... I just demand a couple bit alone, denim. OK ? "

She sat down raw next to him and wrapped her arms around him. tears were running down her face. Her voice was squeaky, " William Tell me what's wrong. Ron ? What's... what's wrong ? "

" I... I don't want to stimulate you cry. I... I... " He cleared his throat and wiped his olfactory organ on his forearm.

" Ron, just tell me. Is... is it about me not being able to have babies ? "

He nodded. " It's... jean, it's... it's not fucking fair. You... you should be... you should be able-bodied to take in kids. You'd be... such... a... groovy... mom. I'm sorry. I'm so damn sorry, Jean. And I'm... and I'm sorry I'm crying... I... "

" Oh Ron. " more than tears ran down her face as she tightened her arms around his berm and her head pressed against his. " Oh, lulu, don't cry. "

" I'm acting like a wimp. I'm sorry, blue jean. I just so damn sorry. "

" You're not acting like that at all. You're... you're acting like... you're acting like... like the man I love. "

" Jean, I love you so damn much. "

" I know, sweetheart, I know. I love you just as much. "

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Chapter 10

Until the telephone set rang, they had been lying on the cushioned chaises near the puddle, reviewing all the restaurant they had gone to over the past couple on calendar month. They were now sitting at the umbrella table.

Ron was looking into dungaree's pretty blue eye. Her sun glasses were propped up on the top of her head, the synagogue were acting like a tomentum band, gathering it back away from her face, which was lightly tanned as the residuum of her. She was always very careful about the sun and used heavy duty sun sieve. He always enjoyed putting it on her back and legs and liked fighting her manpower away when he did the exposed parts of her delicious ass, and of course when he always " accidentally " slipped a couple fingertips under the edge of her Bikini bottoms.

He held the headphone tighter. " Yeah, Dad, I got it. Sabbatum, 11:00AM. I'll park and then meet you at the baggage claim area. " He listened. " Yeah, I think she wrote down the flying... " denim showed him the small pill. He smiled. " Yeah, she's showing me the air hose and flight number right now. She's very organized. I'd be so disconcert if she didn't go on things straight around here. " He chuckled. He saw her jaw clutches then felt the top of her bare human foot slapped the side of his calve under the table. He grinned. " Yeah, well, I'm looking forward to seeing you too. You wan na lecture to Jean again ? " He listened. " Yeah, you take it promiscuous too. I'll be there on time, Dad. " He looked at Jean's pretty eyes again and realized they only had three full solar day left to be alone together. " Yeah, she's right here. admit it easy, see ya Saturday. " He handed the telephone to Jean. " He wants to say good-bye. "

She took the telephone. " wienerwurst ? " She listened but was looking at Ron's face trying to read his mood. " I'm... we're both looking forward to you getting home. " She listened. " wellspring, you bettor go then. Have a rubber trip. I love you, Frank. " She smiled. " Bye. " She thumbed the end button. She sadly smiled at Ron.

" So... today's Tues, that means we have the rest period of today, then Wednesday, Thursday, Fri, and Saturday morning. Three... three and a half days. "

" Let's... let's not get sad, Ron. "

" You said you'd have your nous made up by finish Night but you didn't bring it up. So... do you have your nous made up ? "

" I... I... I guess I don't. I mean... I know what I should say and should do, what we should do, but... I... I just can't get myself to say it. Ron... we... we know what we should do. We both know that we ha... "

He interrupted, " Let's not reprise all that again. Okay... you can't make up your psyche, so... so I'm making up both our minds. We will stay in striking, by phone or electronic mail, maybe letters, and... I will name you, and I want you to call me whenever you feel like it. We will let each early know how our lives are going regarding if we've met anyone we're... we're at to the lowest degree concerned in getting to know better, if not really date, just like we talked about the early day. " He was using most of her words from that discussion. " We both have to predict the other, that... that we will be open to finding early masses, putting ourselves into situations where we'll at least conform to citizenry who we might be interested in getting to cognize considerably or even date. And if you want to, like you said, we can survey this.... this relationship correspondence, whatever you want to call it, like once every month, to see if it's still okay, and... and working for each of us. And above all.... "

Jean broke in, " I... I think we definitely need to reexamine it at to the lowest degree once a month. "

He smiled inside. Jean had just tacitly agreed they'd continue their wonderful and secret relationship. " Yeah, okay, that's portion of it. And... and where was I ? " He smiled.

" Above all we have to always be honest, totally open and frank with each early about everything, inluding other people we are attracted to, our touch sensation, and our thinking about... about our human relationship... everything and anything, I think that's what you were going to say. "

" Yeah... yeah, that was it. And if neither of us find somebody else, the agreement will continue to a year from now, when... when we'll sit down and talk about it all again, I mean, More than just the monthly review and see... see if we want to reincarnate it. " He took a breath. " And... we have three more than daytime to add on anything either of us reckon should be added, and... well... I guess we can add lug anytime, just... we both have to agree to it. " He reached across the board and took her manus in his. " Jean, don't worry about this. I... I think you think I don't realize this... this relationship we have can't go on forever. I know it can't, but... but it still feels right wing and undecomposed to me, and... and I love you. I can't help that. "

" We... " She took a slow breathing spell and exhaled just as slowly. " We shouldn't have fallen in love. We... we shouldn't have done that. I... I sometimes think, Ron, that... that we're agreeing to just delay our... our heartache, our sorrow at parting. I am so afraid that you won't try to find out a little girl you'll be able to tell people about, who you'll be able to induce a veridical and normal human relationship with. I... I don't want to be the grounds you don't find her. I would feel so terribly shamefaced and so atrocious if that happened. I'd... I'd be so mad at you too if you didn't search for the right girl. You have to prognosticate me you will. Promise me right now. "

" Okay... O.K.... I promise. "

" Don't say it like that. predict me you'll look for the... the in good order girlfriend, the girl you will go down in love life with. "

" I'll promise that, if you promise the same about finding the rectify guy for you. "

" I promise to look for and hopefully find the right-hand guy for me who... who I'll love as a good deal as I love you, and who will eff me as much as you love me, Ron. " Her centre teared up.

" I promise to search for and desire to find that rectify girl, and... and all that early stuff you just said. " He half smiled. He wondered if he'd ever look for another girl. He couldn't imagine feeling the way he did about dungaree towards any other girl than her.

She knew they were making the absolute untimely conclusion. They were thinking with their hearts, not their brains. They should end it the day before Frank returned. This wasn't going to cultivate. They were trying to convince each early that they could control their emotions, rich intense emotions, and she knew that was impossible. They were just delaying the inevitable heartbreak and sadness, and maybe because of that delay it would be even unsound when it finally happened. She knew she was going to fall deeper in making love with him. She prayed he'd find a beautiful, intelligent, and nice girl in the fall.

Yes, she knew they should smash it off before Saturday, but she just didn't have the force to let go of him yet. It was sinful, and wrong, and crazy, but she had fallen so deeply in sexual love with him. The dozen years divergence in their ages didn't subject because, as she thought the other week, they were in kernel the Same age in some important ways, nor did the soon to be imposed physical aloofness of interval subject, nor did the incestual context. The only things that mattered were what they felt. She loved him, she wanted him, she only felt " mighty " when she was with him. She felt so elated about all that, yet so sad too, because it would never be " convention " and she knew they were on the path to direful heartbreak. She was certain of that.

She was also certain, there was no " Mr. right wing " out there looking for her, hoping to conform to her, to retrieve her. When Ron hopefully found the girl he deserved who would be his Ms. rightfulness, she would try her best to go for onto the good things, the commodity modification in her, but she would again be the celibate, sexually frustrate young woman... woman again. She just couldn't give him up yet. Maybe it really wouldn't be too selfish to hold onto him for a yr. She had to have one to a greater extent year with him, just one More year, and then she'd have Thomas More than enough memories to take her through the rest of her animation. And then after they parted, she'd still have him and his erotic love in her heart. She was sure he'd still know her, not the way she wanted, but she was sure there'd be a minuscule part of his heart that still held her close, that would still remember their time together, the way they shared with and in each early so openly, so wonderfully, so lovingly, so passionately.

tear started dropping from her lash. She quickly wiped her eyes with her destitute hand and forced a smile to her rima oris. " I... I don't think I've cried so much in... in years and years. It's... it's good. You've... you've taught me to feel so much, Ron, and... and you've given me so much more too. " She kept the grin on her backtalk as her fount scrinched a little and binge ran faster down her face.

He kept holding her hand as he rose and moved around the tabular array. He knelt on the concrete then took her into his arms. " denim, please don't be sad. I... I really think, really believe that love... love can only be sound. It... it can never be bad. You've... you've given me so much too. No affair what happens in the future, I will always... always get laid you, just as much as I do right at this moment. "

She hugged him tighter. She knew that wasn't true, there would be a new girl, a new woman in his futurity, and even though he would still lay aside a slight spot in his heart for her, his honey would never be this strong. Maybe her own wouldn't be either. She closed her eyes and concentrated on stopping her tears. No, her love would never lessen. It would always be this unattackable. No new love would ever replace it. Ron was the first and would be the finis and sole man she would ever love. " I love you, Ron. I love you so very much. "

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Chapter 11

On Wednesday evening they went to the diminished Siamese restaurant where they had their for the first time " date. " They were both somewhat hoping they'd get the same waitress but she wasn't working. They had a good fourth dimension, yet they both felt the evening begin to be tinted with a bit of melancholy. When the dishes were cleared and they were brought their ice burnt umber and doggy bag, it was Ron who bought up the subject.

" We're both a lilliputian sad, aren't we ? "

dungaree nodded and her diffused smile was laced with the sadness they were feeling. " It seems that way, a... a short, but... I'm glad we're here and I am having a marvellous meter with you, Ron. "

" I am with you too. I... I was wondering if... " He half smiled. " If we should like set aside an minute at the end of the workweek to get really sad so... so we don't have to until then. Wha'd'ya think ? "

Jean's optic teared a petty but she smiled softly. " okeh, maybe we should do that. "

" What would you like to do after this ? "

" Mmmm.... ice pick ? "

His grin turned real number. " I guess we're doin'the wax rematch, huh ? "

" Uh-huh. " dungaree giggled softly.

He glanced around, then leaned towards her over the table. " Which means later, we're going to stay up until the wee hours and screw like two crazy-in-love people. " His smile turned into a grin when Jean nodded and grinned too as her facial expression turned a medium shade of red. After nearly three months, she was still blushing. God... he loved her so damn much.

*

" Mmmnnnhhh, " Jean moaned. She was in the'half doggy'postion, kneeling but her shoulders and pass were on the mattress. She was gasping each breathing time. Ron's wonderful, midst, hard putz was thrusting into her perfectly, his compensate hand was under her, two fingertips rubbing and playing with her turgid clitoris exactly the way she loved it. His early hired hand sensually slid up and down the curve of her back.

She had been on the brink of sexual climax for the past twain minutes. She was sure he knew it too. She was figuratively and even somewhat literally, in the palm of his helping hand and she knew he realized it. She was entrusting her eubstance and her pleasure to him, and she liked that notion, because it felt like a loving affair to do, but she knew all she had to do was ask him to give her the orgasm she was now desperately in pauperization of and he'd collapse it to her. Yet, she wanted to hold off a little longer. It truly did finger perfect tense, everything, all his touches, his cock thrusting deep all the way to her neck, their reciprocal ho-hum counterpoint rhythm method of birth control, her shoving her merchantman back to converge his plunging muscularity, his groin smacking into her ass - smat... smat... smat... smat... The only thing that slightly concerned her was that she was now breathing so truehearted and hard she thought she might faint. It all felt so splendid, so hot, and so very loving. " Oh... oh god, Ron, " she moaned.

He stared at her seductive apple ass. He loved seeing the little shock waving each time his groyne met her firm posterior. It was almost like slapping two waterfilled balloons. He loved every curve of her but her ass was to die for. He knew she was very close orgasm, so was he, but he wanted it all to finish foresightful. They only had a duad days left and not many more multiplication to take a shit love. He wished he could keep his cock inside her forever. He sucked a few deeply breaths. " God... dungaree... your ass... your ass is so hot... I love looking at it like this, making erotic love... watching you... jeezuz. "

She spoke breathlessly, " Quit... quit watching... my butt, just... oh god... Ron, I'm so close, babe. please... just make love me... lie with me a little harder and faster now... come on, fuck me difficult... a little harder. "

The corner of his lip curled. He couldn't resist. He plunged inscrutable and stay planted as his fingers stopped on her clit. Her ass started grinding crazily against his jetty. He started taking a few more than deeper breaths.

'Oh... god... baby, don't period... don't stop. Come on... fuck me... keep fucking me. Ro-on. "

" dungaree ? Could I ask you something ? "

" Huh ? Wha'... what is it ? " Her rose hip kept squirming. She was so ending, so very close. She couldn't wait any longer. She had to cum, had to reach orgasm right wing now.

" It seems to me you've been swearing more lately, using very foul oral communication. Why is that ? " He grinned.

dungaree remembered their conversation in the car after the Homer Armstrong Thompson party. She started laughing which made her smell even more breathless. " Shut up ! " She laughed again. " Don't vexer. get along on... Ron... maintain fu... making love to me... make sleep with harder... harder... come on. " She reached for his mitt at her pussy and urged it to restart. She heard him laugh, then his fingers and rooster started moving again. They were instantly back in the perfect counterpoint rhythms. They made love perfectly together. He even made her gag during it ! " Oh god, Ron... I love you... I love you so much. "

Within a couple minutes, they both crested, she felt his body tighten, his peter, ripple, expand, and billow spewing gobs of heat deep inside her as her own body began to quake with muscle spasm inside and out. She wished she could stay locked with him inside her forever. It was more than an orgasm, to a greater extent than making lovemaking, it felt like they had just melted together and become one.

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Chapter 12

Ron put his other hand on the steering roulette wheel and thought about the day so far.

blue jean had wanted to go with him to the airport, but Ron said it would be better if he talked to his dad alone. Ron didn't honorable mention his concern that his dad might get suspicious if denim was in the car looking all hot and beautiful and not wearing her blasphemous jean shorts and T shirt uniform. Ron knew that his father was saucy and didn't leave out much that was going on around him.

Ron had wanted to stay up all night making love life with Jean, but they had done that the Nox before. They got into bed around 10PM, made dear, then were going to " relax " for a while before cycle 2, but they both had fallen asleep spooning within minutes. denim woke him up at 7:30 this morning. They had overslept. He had wanted to establish sexual love and it hadn't taken much to convince Jean.

They had done it slowly and tenderly. The arousal went on for a long time. He wanted to see, extend to, and osculate ever foursquare inch of her, and he took his time. It was as if he was trying to memorized every subtle curved shape, dimple, line, and color of her landscape. He had licked her pretty pussy for a patch, but not to orgasm because she pulled him up, saying she needed him inside her.

She guided him in, and they held each other close and made love slowly yet passionately, moving into numerous positions they had done and a couple new I too. When they were running out of fourth dimension, their torso moved faster, became more vivid, yet didn't lose any of the liaison and emotional connection. dungaree reached orgasm, and when Ron pushed in thick and pumped his come into her depths, he held her so fold it seemed to her that he was trying to tell her without speaking just how very much he loved her. It had made her silently cry. It was so beautiful and wondrous, yet so sad too. They held each former for fifteen minutes, until Jean whispered he had to get ready to beat back to the drome and piece up Frank.

They took a shower together, bathing each other and then hugging and kissing once again at the end. Something came over dungaree. She realized that even though the past three month had been an emotional roller coaster at times, they had also been the happiest of her adult lifespan. She hugged him tighter. She grinned and told him he was right, that love was always in effect, that they should be elated, glad that they had found sexual love, even if fortune kept them apart in the hereafter, they had love and each other right now. She said she wasn't going to be sad anymore while she was with him, she was going to delight her love and being loved, and every moment with him, and Frank too when he got dwelling. She asked him to do the Sami and he said he would. She had made him assure. He had said it again as a promise, then she had giggled and said she truly was felicitous and thought life was wondrous and had been most of the summer.

" And that's due to you, Ron ! For the rest of the sentence I'm here, there's not going to be any room inside me for sadness ! And it better be the same for you ! "

She had hugged him again and laughed. He had felt her happiness and it made him laugh too. He said he felt the Saame way. She then reminded him of the time. Ron had to look sharp getting dressed. Jean dressed too and mentioned she was going to check to see if there was any necessity finale minute cleaning needed around the houe, then run to the foodstuff store and pick up a few more thing for dinner. She said she was sure enough she'd be back before him and frankfurter, but if not, she wouldn't be long.

She walked him out to his car talking nearly non-stop, " Remember we really do possess a lot to be felicitous about. Drive safely. You may be tired so attain sure you pay attention to the traffic. You just better drive safely. If you get tired, pull off the road. Frank would want you to d... "

He had wrapped his sleeve around her in a stiff hug. " I'm not tired. I'm going to push back safely. I'm going to be fine. " He had wondered if she was seeing some variety of connexion to her horrible stroke. He spoke softly, " I love you, Jean. I love you with all my nub. You and that make me very happy. "

" I love you with all my philia too, Ron. "

He smiled at her and then got into the car and drove off.

Ron told himself to finish thinking about what had just happened this morning and do as denim said, pay care to his drive. The interstate traffic was moving fast, some of the construction near O'rabbit must have been completed, and it was Saturday too. He wouldn't be late.

For some ground he thought of Josh and Tom. His mouth formed a round-shouldered smile. They probably thought he had dropped off the face of the earth. He hadn't really spent any time with them for a couple workweek. The past times few days he had stopped answering his cell. He didn't want to be bothered because meter with blue jean had been running out.

Jean was leaving on Tuesday, driving back dwelling. She had some things to get inclined for a instructor'meeting at her school on Friday. Her shoal year started the following Mon. He'd be leaving for college on that Monday. His brow pinched. It really had been more like 2 1/2 months with Jean, not really three. Maybe he had thought of the calendar month, June, July, August, and so it just seemed it was three month of time. He saw the exit for the drome. He put on the bend sign, checked his mirrors then looked over his shoulder joint before he lane changed.

He was able to get a parking slot in the high rising slope parking structure. He was early so he took the stairs instead of the elevator. He made his way across the roadway to the terminal and checked the flight status board for his dad's flight. It was just arriving, incredibly fifteen minutes early. He headed down to the baggage call orbit, grabbing a baggage go-cart on the way.

Ten minutes later passengers began coming into the sphere. Ron looked for his don in the current. He spotted him carrying a briefcase and a partner off blueprint tubes. Ron grinned and waved. His dad finally saw him. They pushed through the flow of passengers and shook hands, then hugged. The hug was a real one, not the " manly version " of one. It had been that way at appropriate times since Ron's mother had died of cancer when he was twelve. They made their way to the correct carousel surface area. Ron had to expect outside the railing, holding his dad's briefcase and blueprints, making sure no one took their cart while hotdog grabbed his three handbag as they showed up on the merry-go-round. As Ron was waiting he mentally reviewed what he was going to say to his dad.

wiener got all his bags, checked them out at the gate, then Ron helped him lade the cart. Ron pushed it. As they made their way to the car, Frank asked his son how he had liked his big commencement gift. Ron gave his father a quizzical look. frank grinned and pointed out he thought telling Ron to actually take in a summer holiday and not work broad fourth dimension as he had the past few summer was one of his graduation gifts. Ron gave him a crooked smile and said it was his trump graduation present, then he told his dad he was sure it was supposed to be two summer off.

Frank chuckled, " Fat hazard, buddy. "

Ron grinned, but the momentaneous persuasion of having adjacent summertime completely free with denim had been nice.

They chatted more on their way to the car. In the parking social organization elevator they both glanced at a very pretty Asian college babe with her slightly onetime boyfriend. Frank and his dad exchanged a brief grinning about her. When the lift doorway opened, the couple let them out first with the cart. Ron transfered the bags to the car. Five second later, there were on the interstate. dealings going Confederate States of America was even lighter and faster than the north spring lanes had been.

Frank took a long decelerate breath before speaking. " Ron, before we get place, I want to have a nub to spunk with you about something that's been bothering me all summer. "

Ron's gut tightened. " Ahhh... what, Dad ? "

" You know, we had... not an argument really, but let's say a heated word about... about you being able-bodied to subsist alone in the mansion this summer. I... I didn't mean to imply I didn't think you were adult enough to do it, and... and I was unseasonable to imply you'd make it a party house. I felt really badly about that, like it was me saying you were still a little kid. You're not. I know you're not. It... it wasn't just you I was thinking about though. I was thinking about Jean too, but... maybe I should have just... "

Ron couldn't believe how perfectly it was working out, he quickly interrupted, " I've been thinking too, Dad, and... what you said before you left, makes... well, it makes sense. aunt blue jean here in the summer, it... it does pass her a kind of vacation, I mean, we... we do have the puddle, which... she does use by the way, I was wrong about that, and... and if she wants to go to the metropolis, it's only twenty knot, and where she lives, isn't exactly like a lilliputian farm town, but... there's not any museums and stuff like that.

" Anyway, what you said before you left, I thought about it and it made sensory faculty. She... she doesn't really... you know, bug me, and I wouldn't have had any company anyway... okay, I might have had a few parties, who knows, but... but I think she should still visit every summer. And, there's this affair, she has this deal with this other instructor she used to process with, who moved out of state, who... who has like old parents in Town, in denim's townsfolk, and this cleaning woman sorting of takes maintenance of them, but it's really more of a summertime visit, they're not like in wheel hot seat or anything, and like this woman would like to take her own place to dwell while she's there, like she has other friends in the expanse too, maybe like a young man too, I'm not sure, anyway so Jean rents this other teacher her house for the summer. Did you know that ? "

" Yeah, I knew that. " Frank smiled at his son. The kid was truly growing up.

" Anyway, I know she's... well, only partially here to check up on me, and... and that doesn't really bother me. In fact, this summer we've gotten along really well, it's... it's like I've gotten to make out her a lot better, and... and I like her a lot. We're... we're really pretty trade good Quaker now. Plus she's a really great Captain James Cook, you know ? So... I think she should just go along coming every summertime, like it has been. You know, if she like wants to. " Ron's gut tensed. He hoped he hadn't overdone it.

" I... I'm gladiola you said that, Ron. I... I think it is good for her to... to have a variety of scene for a few months. And, like I just said, I do trust you. I regret implying that I didn't, which is why I brought this up right away. I thought about talking with you about it over the phone but... ahh hell... " He chuckled. " You're really making me palpate old right now. "

" What ? " He glanced at his dad. " Wha'd'ya'have in mind ? "

" You're not a kid anymore. What you just said about Jean, proves it. So... if you're no longer a kid, then... then that makes me a lot older. " He smiled then looked at his son. Ron had an odd smile on his aspect, as if he was slightly embarrassed. His own smile softened. " Your mom would be very proud of you right now. " He saw Ron's smile melt. wienerwurst took a slow hint. " I still miss her too, every single day, Ron, every single moment. "

" Uh... yeah... yeah, me too, Dad. " He didn't want to imagine what Mom was thinking about him right now.

hot dog cleared his throat. " So... still looking forward to going off to college ? Mannn... the home is really going to finger vacuous with you away at school. "

They continued talking about other things as they drove to the western suburbia. They both commented on how surprisingly light the traffic was. As Ron pulled into the private road and parked, they both agreed they had made it in record time. Ron expected Jean to run out to greet them but when she didn't, he figured she was doing the stopping point hour grocery shopping. He was still worried about his dad seeing the " new Jean. " Ron told himself to relax. Dad couldn't read minds.

They entered through the front door, Ron carrying two suitcases, Frank carrying the design tube and his briefcase.

Ron said, " I'll put these Down and get the early one, Dad. "

" No rush. Let's have some juice or a soda in the kitchen first. Flying always makes me so damn thirsty. Where's Jean ? Is she out doing something ? "

" She said she was going to go to the store to cull up Thomas More material for dinner. We thought it would be nice to take a barbecue out on the patio, sit at the umbrella table. Steaks for you and me. Sort of a small welcome home base company. I'll leave your grip by the stairs. A juice sounds good. "

" Okay. I'll just put these things in the den. " Frank went to the room he used as a home part, then made his way to the kitchen expanse, Ron was putting the feeding bottle of cranberry juice back in the refrigerator. " Great. I was hoping there'd be cranberry. " He glanced out the sliding threshold to the pool and abruptly stopped. His brow pinched. " Who's that pretty girl sitting on the border of the pool ? " He looked at the petite, lithesome girl, her back to him, articulatio humeri length brunette haircloth, her seductive ripple backside very unmistakable in the skimpy bikini. wiener grinned. " Did you... did you get a girlfriend while I was away ? "

" Huh ? " Ron was beginning to list over the cesspit to wait out the windowpane. His gut was already knotted. He thought blue jean was out shopping. " Oh... there's... ahh... that's... that's aunt Jean. " He looked at his dad.

Frank's eyebrow pinched again and his smile disappeared. " Really ? "

Ron got more nervous. Maybe he had too enthusiastic regarding what he had said about jean during the drive. " Yeah, that's... that's her. " He leaned back and saw his dad's mouth lead off to curve into a smile again.

wienerwurst exhaled. " Finally. That's... that's majuscule... I mean... I mean, she looks fantastic. " He stepped to the glass door and pulled it open. " Jean ? Is that you ? "

Jean twisted around. She saw her brother. A grin instantly bloomed on her face. " Frank ! I didn't expect you guys for at least another 45 minutes ! " She raised her legs out of the pee and quickly stood up. " I was just going in to change and await in nominal head ! " She trotted towards him as he walked towards her.

hot dog's smile burgeoned into a grin. She had gained a lilliputian bit of weight and her bend were a little to a greater extent womanly on her still very sylphlike, tiny consistency, but he was struck by how she looked so a lot like the girl she was a day before the stroke. As they came closer she took off her stylish shades, then her fingerbreadth her raked her tomentum away from her face. Her grin was beaming, her eyes sparkled directly into his. She raised her weaponry and encircled his neck with a tight hug. His arms wrapped around her back.

jean spoke rapidly and excitedly, " How was the flight ? You'll have to tell us all about it, and more about everything you did all summer. We talked on the earpiece every week but those shout weren't very long. Did you get to do Sir Thomas More than oeuvre ? You didn't mention much about that. Did you have any fun ? I want to hear about all of it. Whatever you told Ron on the driving, you'll just induce to repeat it for me ! "

dog's eyes welled to the lip as he chuckled and held her tighter. He didn't know how or why, nor did he worry, he was just glad that after twelve geezerhood his little sister had finally returned.

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