umber, TEA, OR threesome ?

Bobby and Carl were old college buddies. They lived in the Saami dorm for three geezerhood and they partied together, played intramural sports together, and sometimes even studied together. Carl was a year ahead of Bobby but they ended up graduating at the Saami prison term. Once they graduated they worked multiple chore for a few month to lay aside money, and then piled into Bobby's car and traveled the United States for almost six month. Sharing that experience pretty much bonded them for life.

They were opposites in many ways. Bobby was blond, tall and lean-muscled, a baseball player, a runner and a musician ; Carl was brown-haired, stocky and had been an recreational boxer and had a crooked nose as a result. Bobby was into music and the artwork and liked to camp down and boost ; Carl liked to knead on cars, go search and fishing and stay at the Best western sandwich. In their college afterlives Bobby was a gross revenue rep for an athletic wear manufacturer and played music on the side ; Carl was a manager for a house that refurbished metro jalopy. But they were just Quaker, shared the same sense of sense of humor, and made it a stage to get together every few month for a Night out.

This chronicle begins on one of those nights. Carl and Bobby were 26 and 25 age old, and it was a Friday night, the day after Thanksgiving. They decided to meet at one of their old haunt, The Vous, a pub near the university campus where they'd gone to college. It was a berth that had a beer and wine permission, but sold no hard spirits. It was known for cheesy hurler, live medicine and a high threshold for lunacy, at least back when they were in school.

Bobby lived about 45 moment away from campus and Carl lived an hour away in the opposite direction so they drove separately and met out front of The Vous. They went inside to the bar, ordered two bottles of beer and a pitcher of snow, and then found a small table off to the side and took derriere. The beers were mostly for show. The pitcher of snow was for the nursing bottle of rum Carl had stuffed in his jacket.

The place was dead for a Friday, which made sense since it was Thanksgiving weekend and most pupil had gone home for the vacation. Only two early table were occupied in plus to a fistful of regulars at the bar. There was a trio setting up on stage. While Carl surreptitiously stirred rum into the pitcher of coke, Bobby went over to the band to introduce himself, as musicians are habit to do. He wanted to see if they had any mutual melodious friends.

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

Bobby sat back down at the mesa with Carl and they commenced to shooting the dirt, sipping beer and chasing it with Cuba Libres. They talked about the usual stuff they talked about when they got together : jobs, sports, women and college. Finally, after about XX minutes the striation kicked it into cogwheel. Immediately Bobby could hear that the band was really tight and thankfully not ear-bleeding loud. That was good he thought, especially with the mostly-empty room.

It looked like it was going to be a retard dark at The Vous. Only a few more people had come into the place after Carl and Bobby. There was a table of four, two duad seated in a cubicle on the far side, and two young woman at a two not far from their own table.

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

The missy were delicately looking and were sharing a carafe of vino. One was blonde, with shoulder-length crisp curlicue, and looked to be in her other twenties. The other was a few years older but looked just as delectable, with the same nappy hair, only she was brunette. Both were slim and aphrodisiac in tight jeans, Blondie with a snug red sweater and the older gal in a cream-colored blouse. Both looked unspoilt enough to eat, and somewhat out of place at this dump.

"They must be sisters,"Bobby said.

"Sisters ? Really ?"

"Yeah, spirit at their eyes. They have the same center. Lapp mouth too."

Carl tried to appear without staring."fountainhead, I don't aid if they're babe, or cousins or Fighting Joe Hooker, they are fucking hot ! We need more than ice,"he said, and got up to go to the bar. Bobby figured he just wanted to get a intimately feeling at the chicks.

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

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

"You did ?"

"Yep. barkeeper's going to send them over in a few minutes when they're ready for refills."

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

Carl dumped the relaxation of the ice into the pitcherful and poured in another salubrious dose of rum. The refreshments were going down leisurely and Bobby was getting into the music, tapping his feet and rapping his thumbs on the mesa. The rhythm section was a meaty, brace pulse and now the guitar player had switched to electric violin and was knocking off blue air punch with his bow and his fingers.

"This stripe is good,"Bobby said when the tune ended.

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

The barkeeper was delivering the new carafe of wine. They watched as he explained who'd sent the beverage and pointed toward them. The female child both looked over at them and with coy smiling raised their glass in thanks. The stripe kicked into a slow vapors and the take guitar moaned.

Over the ease of the set they would glance over at the girls and occasionally eye contact would be made. At one point the brunet got up and went to the ladies room. Carl and Bobby had their eyes glued to her tightly-wrapped butt until she disappeared down the hall to the public toilet. Then they glanced at the blond, who was smiling and shaking her head.

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

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

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

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

"Hey hombre, thanks again for the drinks. We wanted to return the motion but what are you drinking ? I see two hollow beer bottles, but what's in the mound ?"Her vox was low and breathy.

"Coke,"Bobby said.

"C ?"she said."You kidding me ? How can two young guy rope have as often fun as you're having drinking Coke ?"

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

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

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

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

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

Bobby and Carl hustled to the board with their chicken feed and twirler. Soon Brunette returned carrying a tray with two beers, a ewer of Coke and some credit card cups.

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

Introductions were made. The brunet was named summer and the blond was named Bree.

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

"We're interesting women,"summer said with a wink.

"No disceptation there,"Bobby said."Were you born in the summer ? Is Summer a soubriquet ?"

"No, it's my real name. My mother is a holdover hippy."

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

"No, it's abruptly for Breeze. My mom is a holdover hipster too."

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

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

"You're very perceptive,"Bree said.

"Really,"he went on,"Because you look alike, you have the same optic and the like mouth and I bet you get that a lot…"

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

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

"I never would have guessed,"Bobby said."summertime, you look like her big Sister, maybe three or four geezerhood senior !"

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

They all laughed. The ice had been thoroughly broken. The guys had inadvertently made Summer's Night, and they could tell that Bree was proud of her hot mom. They all went on to learn about each early. Bobby and Carl told them about their college days and car head trip and jobs and their occasional night out. Summer lived alone in a small sign of the zodiac three blocks from the bar, and worked at the VA infirmary and taught yoga and aerobics. Bree was XXI and was visiting for the long weekend. She lived in New York City where she had a day job at an art museum while she tried to create it as a dancer.

The Nox turned out to be a attack. They drank all the rum and danced and changed partners various fourth dimension. Bobby sat in with the band on a couple tunes and slow-danced with Bree and Summer. He loved the feel and smell of both, and the mite of their tits against his pectus, and was pretty sure it was no stroke when their knee joint found their way gently between his thighs.

The eye link they made, the smiles they shared, and the open conversation they had over several hour made this a special night. But as is often the case when there are two guys and two daughter, it can be awkward not knowing the next near tone. It seemed to be clicking on all horizontal surface, but as the night wound down, Bobby wondered where it would go next.

-- --

After the third gear set, Bree and Summer went to the public toilet together. This is it, Bobby thought.

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

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

"How old do you reckon she is ?"

"I don't know. She said she had Bree when she was Lester Willis Young. Bree's vingt-et-un. What, maybe thirty-nine or 40 ?"

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

"prick, she looks honorable for 29 or 30 !"Bobby said.

-- --

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

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

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

"Mom, are you ready for this ?"

"I think so."

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

"On and off. Mostly off."

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

"I know."

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Neither do I."

-- --

The bozo had just paid the tab when the girls got back to the mesa and it was instantly decipherable how they would be paired.

"Do you desire to descend back to the house ?"Summer said directly to Carl.

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

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

When they were about a half block away Bree took Bobby's hand and a few strides later pointed to a white-hot cottage with brown trimness, with a porchlight illuminating a recollective specialize porch and a fine-trimmed hedge in front.

"We're abode,"Bree said."That's Mom's theatre there."

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

They watched summer and Carl climb the three steps onto the porch and saw her mom bumble with her keys and unlock the doorway. Abruptly Bree stopped and turned to Bobby and squeezed his hand.

"Kiss me,"she said.

Bobby didn't need any more encouragement than that. He put his free helping hand behind her head and pulled her look to his. Their back talk had barely met for a second before their sassing parted and they were tasting tongues. Bree's branch went around him, one hand on his rear and the other on his ass, and she pulled him close. As they kissed they heard Summer and Carl entering the house and the violent storm door closed with a bang, then reopened. The porchlight flickered on and off various times.

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

Bree and Bobby broke into laugh, ending their kiss.

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

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

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

They entered the house. Carl and Summer were in the kitchen, still dancing around each other a little bit. She was at the range and he was standing beside her.

"I'm making tea,"Summer called.

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

"I want Bree,"he said.

She pulled him down the G. Stanley Hall. She showed him where the toilet was and then opened the doorway inverse."Wait for me in here, I'll be mighty back."

Bree went back to the kitchen.

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

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

"No, I think we're fine."

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

"Right back at ya,"Bree retorted.

Meanwhile Bobby was looking around the room, which obviously had been Bree's puerility bedroom and petty had changed. There were plaques on the paries for gymnastics and dance, and photos of her in action mechanism. One framed photo on the dresser caught his interest and he picked it up to examine it more closely. It was an eight by ten exposure of Bree on stage, under the Light, dancing on the flyspeck tips of her toes with her hands high-pitched above her head, her sexy bod dressed in a white frilly Tutu, White leggings and skimpy ballet skidder.

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

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

"That's ‘ The Nutcracker ’. Off-off-off-off-off Great White Way. But still one of the few adequate spear I've gotten in New York."

"I could never conceive how dancers could tolerate on their toes like that. It looks like it must spite like infernal region, I cringe when I see it. But damn, it's so sexy."

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

"Easy for you,"he said. He kissed her and their tongues slow-danced for 30 arcsecond. He felt the suntan of her titty and the firmness of purpose of her thigh against him. They kissed again, harder.

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

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

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

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

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

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

Bree picked up her phone from the dressing table, fiddled with it for a few arcsecond and then disappeared into the walk-in closet.

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

"Are you ready ?"Bree finally asked.

"All ready,"Bobby replied.

"Are you naked ?"she said.

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

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

Music started playing softly and Bobby saw Bree's arm extend out from the closet and set the phone on the toilet table. It sounded conversant but Bobby didn't know knee bend about ballet. Then Bree breezed into the room on her toes…en pointe…with her blazonry in a lap gamy above her head, dancing gracefully to the strings, back and Forth and around him in the pocket-sized outer space. She wore ballet slippers and frilly panties, and nothing else except for the thin gold rings pierced through the nipples of her perky medium-sized breasts.

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

Bree's workforce were no longer high in the air. She was improvising now, running her hands over her flesh, cupping her tits, inside her step-in, along the gap of her ass.

She came down on categorical metrical foot a few inches in front of him. She took his cock in her hand.

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

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

He put his fingerbreadth inside her panties and slide them down to the floor. Her slit lips glistened in the soft light. He pulled her closer and leaned his face into her run, clean muff. He licked her labia, inside and out and around and Bree sighed when he sucked her clit gently between his sass. As she stroked his penis she ground her pitcher softly into his face.

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

Just like that they were fucking. Sitting naked in a desk hot seat, this exquisitely young char was sliding up and down on his swollen pole. He assisted her with his hands on her hips, lifting, lowering, and craning his cock into her. She felt light and graceful, floating above him, but with her juicy kidnapping attached to him, gripping him and sucking him.

The intemperate chairman had no springiness, each of Bree's downwardly poke ended with a sudden splat. Soon Bobby's sweaty ass was sliding around on the wooden seat. He put the fingers of one hired hand in the crack of Bree's ass and the former arm around her speed dorsum and stood up. With his denim around his ankles and his tool stuck like a fulcrum into her athirst jackass he waddled over to put his knees on the edge of the bed. He wriggled their soundbox up onto the bed, and with Swan Lake playing softly in the background, Bobby started fucking her like a man on a missionary station. Bree dug her finger into Bobby's back and rammed her groin into his.

The bed was a squeak. It creaked loudly with each dip, the saltation straining under the violence of their love life. The screaky sound bounced off the bedroom wall and all Bobby could remember about was how Summer and Carl had to get wind it back in the kitchen while they were having their tea. Bree didn't seem to care or notice.

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

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

He pushed his cock as deeply as he could into her wet socket and stopped. Then he felt her stage wriggle beneath him and her pussy tightened down and put pressure around his pecker like a powered vise.

"sanctum squat !"Bobby said,"What the hell on earth is that ?"

"I'm hugging you,"she said.

Bobby looked under him at her pegleg. They were twisted tightly together like the telegram in a coaxal cable, thus winching her pussy into a clenched fist.

"Damn, that's tight,"he said.

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

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

They fucked hard, they sighed and moaned along with the box bounce, and Bobby's dick moved very little inside Bree's sexy slot. piffling by picayune, with each serpentine stroke of their join groins, he felt his cum Begin to roil. He instinctively knew that if his sperm cell could ever draw it up through the force play wrapped around his cock it was indisputable to be a whopper.

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

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

-- --

"What was that affair you did with your wooden leg ?"Bobby asked."That was intense."

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

"Not effective, marvelous. I could get hooked on that."

There was secrecy for a moment as they held one another.

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

Another silence.

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

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

Thirty seconds more of silence.

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

"How do you recognize I don't ?

"I don't know. Do you ?"

"No. There's not time and I meet so many assholes with massive egotism it's not Charles Frederick Worth the trouble. There are a one-half dozen backstage romances going on in every production I've been in. They hit on me all the time. It gets to be a drag. It's squeamish to be home ; to converge somebody normal for a change."

"Ah…"

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

"No."

"Good."

More silence.

Bobby started kissing her cervix and berm. Then her chest. Bree moaned when he sucked her hooped pap into his mouth. Her digit were in his pilus, assisting.

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

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

He worked his way down, and he shifted his physical structure around gradually as he moved his rima oris over her warm damp flesh, to her flatten out tummy, teasing around her already-fucked pussy, to her privileged thighs, kissing her articulatio genus, calves, shin bone, ankles. He took his time kissing the soles of her groundwork. Then he licked her right big toe, and sucked it deep into his mouth.

"What are you doing ?"Bree asked.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Despite their awkward positions Bobby did his best to fuck Bree's boldness as she blew him and he kept trying to suck in the paint off of her toenails. By the time he finished sucking all of her toes she had not yet had another climax but his tool felt like a balloon about to burst. He reconfigured their dead body a second time, stretching and straightening into a more comfortable sixty-nine position. With her mouth now a warm, snuggery glove around his portentous boner he split her luscious rim with is lingua and tasted her tart fathead and sucked her florid clit into his mouth.

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

Bobby knew his cum would soon be on the rise so he gave Bree's clit one Thomas More Major magnate suck, eliciting another shrill, stifled shout from her cock-filled mouth. Then he went to work with his knife, licking and slashing like a viper in heating plant on her bedspread lip and her upright organ.

Bree's cunt exploded in his facial expression. Bobby was shocked by the military group of it, but was it for him, because of him ? Or was it a pent-up cooler, finally being emptied ? He didn't have very much time to think about it because his backtalk and anterior naris were now flooded and her consistence writhed as he held her. A moment later his consistence shook and he came in her sass, and her backtalk stayed on him, flush after rush, until he was done.

-- --

After several bit basking in the embers of their heat they took turns in the privy to perform their bedtime ablutions. Bree went first and when she returned she handed her toothbrush to Bobby. He brushed his teeth and washed up and then searched the medicine cabinet. He found a tube of peel lotion and gently rubbed some into each position of his prick, hoping to relieve the soreness of his reinvigorated, raw copse burns.

It was getting pretty late. Bobby climbed back into bed and curled his branch around Bree so their naked bodies were touching in as many blank space as possible. The air in the room smelled of lewd, leftover make love but their kisses were minty novel until they fell off to sleep.

The morning sun was just beginning to permeate through the curtains when Bobby was awakened by Bree's back talk on his enlarged cock. He ran his fingers through her hair.

"You had a Brobdingnagian erection,"Bree said, looking up."I wanted to say ‘ upright good morning ’."Then she went right back to work.

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

"commodity morning !"she said.

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

Bobby put his head between her legs and buried his mouth into her cooch and started eating. He held her tail end in his hands and she locked her legs around his cervix and fucked his fount for several minutes. When she relaxed her clutches Bobby rose up onto her. Bree brought her ramification up until they were resting on her shoulders giving him total access code. Another turn-on, he thought, thanks to her terpsichorean flexibility. With his side tacky from sweat and jizz he slipped his re-hardened cock into her deeper than ever and gave her an vivid, bed-banging, dual orgasm, proper good dawning fuck.

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

"Tomorrow,"she said meekly.

"Can I see you tonight ?"

"You better believe it !"

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

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

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

"Where's Carl ?"

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

"How did it go ?"

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

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

A instant later Bobby breezed into the kitchen.

"good morning, summer,"he said energetically.

"commodity morning Bobby."

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

Bree nodded."That sounds good."

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

-- --

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

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

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

Bobby watched Bree jog toward him, thinking tinker's damn !, why does she have to live in New York ? She looked improbable in a long-sleeved Shirley Temple dress with a zipper all the way down the front from the top to the hem at mid-thigh. As she scurried across the strawman K it was obvious she was braless and her limber legs forced the clothes a little farther up her legs. She jumped into the car, put her pocketbook and perspirer on the butt and leant to apply Bobby a buss on the lips.

Bobby had searched around to see if there was some kind of dance performance going on somewhere in townspeople that he could take her to but there was none to be found. This didn't really bother him because the couple hours they would have spent sitting in buns watching the show was a couple hours he could not spend talking to her, getting to know her best, laughing with her, or trying to get her naked. So he would take her to dinner and they would wing it from there.

The evening was a smash success. Dinner was at Flounder Fred's, a popular seafood restaurant. They had to await for a table but that was cool, they had a pair off drink and were good and sluttish by the clip they got a mesa. Dinner was delicious and the conversation was even zestier. They talked about the nighttime before : encounter at the bar, partying, laughing, going to bed together, the sex, the horizontal en pointe. By the time they finished the meal Bree was wet and Bobby was playing with himself under the table.

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

"How's this for a commencement ?"Bree asked, and pulled the slide fastener down six column inch, teasing him with cleavage.

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

Fortunately there was a void at the holiday Inn about a half block away. As they were checking in Bree opened her purse and took out her toothbrush and showed it to Bobby with a sly grin. She had planned well. They found their room and were naked in about ten seconds. They slammed their lips together and groped for the bed. They spent the nighttime kissing, roll in the hay, sucking, licking, moaning and groaning and coming all over each other. He even got another dose of Bree's legs-crossed, cunt-locked scissor fucking. In the too soon morning they did it all again. Then they showered together, getting cleaned up for brunch. But Bobby's turncock found its way into her one Thomas More prison term while the powered nebulizer rained down on them. He even cleaned her asshole with his tongue for good measure.

-- --

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

They met at an upscale eating house near the university. Bree and Bobby wore their same apparel from the Nox before but they had cleaned up veridical nice. Summer looked mythic in a red skirt and a US Navy crop top. And Bobby thought Ella, who was Summer's mother and Bree's grandmother, looked pretty damn secure too. He figured she had to be late fifties, but she looked ten or twelve old age unseasoned. She was slight like her daughter and granddaughter and looked in fantabulous SHAPE. And she definitely looked like an old hippie in a flowery embroidered peasant wearing apparel and retentive blonde/gray hair pulled back in a ponytail leaping by safe bands about every three or four inches down her back.

The cleaning lady ordered mimosas while Bobby had a fucking Mary. Brunch was whatever they wanted. They could choose from eggs any-which-way, pancakes, waffles, crepes, ham, bacon, grits, breads, sweets, you name it. Bobby pigged out and listened while the ladies did nearly of the talking. He thought Ella seemed to be more like Bree than like summertime : The free-wheeling, extemporise, winging-it, artsy fartsy case. Summer seemed a little more conventional.

Brunch over, they drove in two cars to summer's star sign. Ella said goodbye, hugged her daughter and granddaughter and left. The time was nearing when Bree would be leaving. Bobby offered to drive her to the train place which was about a fifteen minute effort. While Bree was packing Bobby and summertime chatted on the sofa.

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

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

"Oh, okeh, yes,"she said, felicitous to be included.

Bree entered the elbow room with her bag. She had changed into the Lapp denim and red perspirer she'd worn on Friday Nox. She looked even better than the first gear time.

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

"They said they'll be calling her geartrain in a few instant. Everything is on time,"Summer said.

Mother and daughter talked. Be heedful, observe in touch, bid me when you get in, goodness luck on your audition, don't forget to blah blah blah. Then they all exchanged tangency info and promised to stay in touch. Then they called Bree's train.

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

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

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

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

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

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

-- --

On the drive back to her theatre, Bobby realized it was the number one metre he'd been one-on-one with Summer. He wanted to make conversation but wasn't sure what to say. He didn't want to be too trite and he didn't want to sound too sappy.

"How often does Bree come to chatter ?"he asked.

"Oh, it depends on her schedule,"she said."Her day job is predictable, but the dancing is all over the place, feast or shortage. It can be a donkeywork. I doubt she'll make it for the holidays if she's in a yield again this year."

"You have to deal it to her. She's following her dreaming. To be so Pres Young and go to The Big Malus pumila all by herself. That's pretty brave."

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

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

"Do you resent that ?"

"Not really because my parents didn't know any better. They did what they thought was right. But my talents and aptitude are in music and artistic production and I have a stage business level. So I work in gross revenue and play music voice sentence. Bree is doing what she loves, pursuing that dream. I admire that, almost envy it. You have encouraged her to go for it and that is great. You're a good mother, Summer."

"Thank you,"she said."My mother had me young ; she became pregnant in her elderly twelvemonth of high school. My father was a pothead who was seldom around. And then I did the same thing. I got knocked up in my older year."

"senior high school peach ?"

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

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

"We leaned on each other a lot when she was growing up. My female parent was a big help, but it was just the two of us nigh of the time. We were closelipped. I was her safe friend as well as her mother."

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

Bobby drove with his oculus straight ahead but his peripheral imaginativeness told him she had turned and was looking at him. She held her gaze for a few seconds before facing front again.

As they neared summer's house Bobby tensed up because he didn't know how to proceed. He liked Bree a lot, but knew a tenacious aloofness relationship was likely doomed. He liked summertime too, and since he had received Bree's enterprisingness he had no guilt trip about pursuing her. But he didn't know how, and didn't want to come off like a jerk. Fortunately Summer bailed him out.

"Would you like to get in for a little bit ?"she said when he pulled up in strawman of the planetary house."Would you like umber, or tea ?"

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

-- --

Bobby leaned against the kitchen riposte as summer heated H2O for tea. The retentive weekend was winding down and that meant it would be back to work Monday morning. summer asked Bobby about his job.

"I'm a salesman, not my cancel calling to be certain, but I do okay. I have a huge territorial dominion and drive a lot. I'm counterpane pretty slight but it's not bad. I come to this arena around the university once every duad of weeks. How about you ? You work at the V.A. infirmary ?"

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

"How did you get into that ?"

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

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

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

"That sounds interesting."

"It is, if you're into eyes,"she said, stirring her tea."You wouldn't believe what we see at the V.A. The neglect and the pathology we see from veterans is unbelievable, we are consistently amazed and see something new almost every day. warhorse from World War II, Dae-Han-Min-Gook, Viet Nam, with disease and injury and craters in their eyeballs. And they live with it. Not what you see at the typical eye MD's office."

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

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

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

summertime blushed and laughed again."Sometimes,"she said."But I made that mistake once and won't again. The ophthalmologist in heraldic bearing is cool ; His figure is Richard, he's honest-to-goodness and very well-read and very dedicated. But most of the Dr. are optometrists who come to the clinic to work for a year or two after they get out of schoolhouse because it was part of the deal they made when they accepted their Ulysses Simpson Grant or learnedness or whatever. Most are spoiled terror who can't time lag to finish their consignment so they can go out and urinate the big Pearl Buck and open a Pearle visual modality or something."

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

"Can I ask you something ?"he said.

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

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

"Neither did I."

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

"Yes."

"You did ?"

"Yes. Are you coming on to me ?"

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

summertime laughed."What about Bree ?"

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

"okeh, I get it."

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

"You were the first alternative for both of us. And when I heard you guys in her sleeping room I knew we were both in good order. What about you ?"

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

Bobby moved a fiddling closer to her on the couch.

"May I kiss you ?"he asked.

"Yes,"she said without hesitation.

Bobby put his oral fissure to summer's and her lips parted, allowing his tongue to enter her oral fissure. Her sass were sonant and absorbed his, and it felt like all four meshed into one. Their tongues did a sexy obechi and he put his weaponry around her and held her close. He probed her back talk and it felt great to him and he thought to himself that she probably knew how to use it. Her tongue was participating too, exploring and tasting him. When they finally parted they both smiled.

"That was squeamish,"summer said.

"Yes it was,"Bobby agreed.

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

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

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

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

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

"springiness me a couple of Day,"she said.

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

-- --

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

"Your swain came on to me,"Summer told her.

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

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

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

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

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

"I wanted to mouth to you first. To make trusted you were okay with it."

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

"He's a goodness kisser."

"Oh, so you kissed him at least. That's ripe. That's a starting line. What next ?"

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

-- --

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

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

"Okay."

"Would you like to have got dinner with me Sabbatum nighttime ?"

"Yes, that would be nice."

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

"Six is fine. But why don't we just eat in ? No drive, we can just unbend. I can fix us some drunkenness and we can guild takeout."

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

-- --

Bobby showed up on time. He knew right hand away that it was going to be a good Night. He was barely inside the door when, with a sixteen in pizza box and two salads in his workforce, Summer planted a quick, John R. Major osculation on his lips, and slid her teasing knife in and out from between them quickly.

They went into the kitchen and Bobby put the food on the table. He noticed immediately that summer had prepared some beverages. There was a bottleful of wine and a bottle of rum and some beer and cola on the counter. She poured wine-colored, he grabbed a beer.

Summer was dressed casually, but hot as hell on earth. She was barefoot and wore a slinky cold articulatio humeri white top, no bra, and theme thin, plaid Capri drawers showing a touch of cameltoe and her toned sura. Bobby was about to clobber his jeans.

"Let's go into the animation elbow room,"summertime said.

They did, and Summer had set it up nicely. There was a fake log burning in the hearth and several odorize standard candle lighted in the room, the ambience plain. They sat on the sofa together and they both knew why they were there. They made idle chatter for a yoke hour. Then Bobby looked around and took it all in : the lighting, the fire, the candles, the mood.

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

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

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

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

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

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

Bobby slid over close to her. With their bodies touching he put one arm around her back and the other on her hip and kissed her. Her back talk parted and her consistence immediately relaxed into his, and pulling him close up she kissed him, first with gentle tonguing but soon with a sucking, barbarian military posture. They were making out in no time.

Bobby's helping hand climbed from her hip to her tit, and summer's hand found his inner thigh. He thumbed her firm nipple while he palmed her soft tit through the textile. She sighed from his touch, and her script groped for his burgeoning cock. He moved his mouth to her neck and smelling her sweetness, subtle scent he sucked a wad of her peel into his oral cavity. She wrapped her fingers around his shaft through his jeans and felt its harshness. He kissed her pectus above her titty and pulled the white framework excursus and put his mouth around her nipple.

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

He sucked her mamilla and she moaned. She rubbed his tool and he groaned. Bobby pushed his dick into her hand, his groin telling her yes, take it. With one helping hand she unzipped him and slipped her long fingers inside his trouser and ran her fingertips along the length of it. Bobby's mitt was now in her genital organ ; her legs closed tightly around it and he could find the warmth of her snatch. summertime yanked on his belt and loosened it, then managed to unsnap his jeans. Her hand dove down and surrounded his balls.

summer's top came off and Bobby's mouth moved to her early tit. He sucked her and she liked it. He started moving south, his oral cavity grazing her smooth, flat tummy, taut from her workouts, but she stopped him and pulled his head back up.

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

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

"Oh God, yes,"Summer blurted.

Bobby rubbed her twat and summertime tried to fuck his hand. With his oral cavity doing a William Hoover on her mammilla and her right hand in his hair, she reached down with her left field to where his hand was already grueling at work. Her pants had a string tie and a three-inch zipper and were already dampness. With a smooth one-two she untied and unzipped, giving Bobby's hand tot up admittance. Then she took his manus and fed four fingers into her and started vigorously fucking them. She kept her helping hand over his to make sure he dug deep.

They were, half-on/half-off the sofa, his back talk plastered to her tit, her finger digging into his scalp, his digit digging into her swampy pussy, her deal on his, assisting him, her groin pressed onto him, attached like barnacles to a buoy bucking up and down on the undulation in a long-winded chop.

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

Bobby hesitated but summer pushed his clench fist into her. She was wet as a river so he met no electric resistance. Her cunt was big and obviously she liked it this way. She grabbed his arm and fed to a greater extent into her until he was wrist-deep.

Bobby had never fisted a charwoman before, the estimation had never even crossed his psyche. But summertime kept directing traffic, and with her hand on his forearm she kept driving it into her. He sucked her pap without restraint, alternating left and right, not playing deary, wanting to please her like no man ever had. His cock was an iron rail, and soon her hand returned to grip its girth, but he knew his gratification could wait.

Summer crammed tit into his mouth and humped his hand, and Bobby sucked with maximal pucker. Bobby's fist swung inside her like a clumsy, punch-drunk boxer throwing slothful lick in deep water, but she keened in nervy pleasure with each plunge. The leg of the couch squeaked with their movements.

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

Bobby bit playfully into her breast, eliciting another happy, asthmatic squawk. His saliva slickened her pelt and ran down his chin. swither brewed on his brow as he chomped away.

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

She came like a butch broke. Her trunk shook and Bobby felt the heated rush surround his manus. Her ass was on the sharpness of the lounge and when her cum oozed out it dripped down her second joint and onto the carpet.

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

His clenched fist looked like a drowned fetus. He opened and closed his hand several prison term and flexed his finger's breadth. He rubbed the muck into Summer's leg. He looked up at her face and she wore a broad smile.

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

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

"This big fella has been patient role,"she said, squeezing his shaft."It's prison term to fill care of him."

She pushed him back on the sofa and reel herself around to front him. She took off his skid and pulled his pants the rest of the way off, folded them and put them aside. She spread his legs apart and knelt on the floor between them.

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

"What ?"Bobby asked.

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

She had one bridge player on his ballock and the former on his ass. Then with a picayune maneuvering of lips and mouth she soon had all eight in of his nervous prick embedded into her head. She was rusty, she knew, and he was kind of declamatory, but she wanted to do her best to make it ripe for him, the way he had for her. She hoped she wouldn't gag.

No worries. Bobby came in about thirty indorsement. He'd been holding it back the wholly time he was tit-sucking and fist-fucking. With a muffled thunder his cum roiled and exploded up through him like a busted tobacco pipe. Summer pinched his ass cheeks as if to hug out every drop. She kept her mouth mashed around his vibrating pecker until the simmering ends of his throes. Cum escaped from the turning point of her mouth when she smiled up at him.

-- --

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

After a piece he initiated another kiss and while their tongue flirted he eased her onto her back on the sofa. He spread her legs and got on his genu between them. He grabbed her hips and yanked her body to him, and she yelped as he scooted her ass up onto his bureau. Her wooden leg were now over his articulatio humeri, her crotch in his cheek. He supported the cheeks of her ass with his palms and pulled her gem to his lips. He kissed her thighs and licked the brim of her pussy, which was open to him. She seemed shy at offset, but reached uphill for him, and her fingertips found the hair on his wobbling head.

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

She locked her legs around his straits and pushed her midriff into his expression. He felt the cushion resoluteness of her thaumaturgy bean in his mouth and took it deep, wanting to suck another orgasm out of her before he mounted her, entered her and gave her a good pounding and another guess of his liquidness beloved. She squeaked when he slipped his in-between finger into her asshole. With the enhanced hold he was able to move her ass around and even closer, and her slit was flush smack against his face. With each suck and each drudgery of her jetty her ready member filled Thomas More of his sassing and his finger filled more of her asshole.

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

For a short meter longer they rocked together, Bobby swallowing spittle in between sucking on her tool, and Summer's secernment oozing, her puss now an overflowing swamp getting make for the flash flood tide. Then the dam broke.

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

Bobby didn't delay for her to fetch up. His cock was like a bad cop's nightstick : long, difficult and cook to recoil ass. Summer was still tremoring when he slipped his dick into her soaked slot and started pumping. His finger's breadth was still lodged in her ass.

"Yes, fuck me !"she blurted.

She put her arms around his neck and squeezed him sloshed and pulled him close and kissed him, jamming her tongue into his sass where her swollen clit had just been.

Attached by their locked sassing, his crank in her shaft and his finger up her ass, they started rocking the firm. Bobby pounded her like he was trying to knock her into the cellar and as he did she grunted with each button and pinched her fingers into his neck. He wondered if the couch wouldn't have to have the bolts on its branch tightened after this. Summer's legs were soon clutched around his, constricting, and her cunt was sucking his pulsating pecker as it drilled her. Minute after sweaty minute she offered every square inch of her cunt to him as he fucked her.

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

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

She felt him strain up so she knew he was set to bobble. She made one final examination power sucking of his lingua into her pharynx and squeezed his behind as hard as she could. She grinded her asshole hard and deep onto his finger. Bobby answered by wiggling it and trying to pry a indorse digit in.

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

"Yes,"he said.

"Give it to me !"

Within seconds he did. With a strident moan his cum rose. It did a dumb suntan as it spurted up and out. He pushed his tool into her as mysterious as he could and did the Same with his finger's breadth up her ass. She was stroking her clit and swinging her groin hoping to get along with him.

She didn't missy by much. Bobby was on his quaternary or one-fifth squirt, easing down, his torso like sticky gelatin atop her, when summer came again. Her body quivered beneath his weight.

"troika fourth dimension,"she said, out of breath."I can't believe it."

-- --

Bobby got dressed while summer reheated the pizza pie. It was ten-thirty by this time. They ate quickly and then summertime did her best to clean up the cum pool on the carpet and sofa. She didn't ask him to spend the night but she gave him a hell of a good-night kiss at the door. Bobby figured she liked fucking him but wasn't quite fix to waken up with him in the morning.

They got into the routine of hooking up every former Thursday evening ; these were the years Bobby was in the area with his study. He'd go to Summer's menage after work around five-thirty, they'd have a drink or two, some dinner party and then start making out and go to the bedroom and fuck. And they'd fuck and suck as many different mode as they could until around ten o'clock. Then they'd kiss beneficial dark and Bobby would drive dwelling house, and they would both awake up in their own bottom and be ready for body of work in the morning.

This went on for various months. Every two week they'd have dinner, drinks and each other. No day of the month, no dinner party out, no going to the pic. Just eat, drink and go to bed. Bobby could see that summer was trying to save it casual and not get too attached. He was just a sustenance nookie for her, he knew that. But he was okay with it because he knew from the start that there was probably no realistic time to come for them anyway, and the sex was groovy. Plus he was keeping in jot with Bree, at to the lowest degree trying to.

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

"Are you engaged Sabbatum ?"she asked.

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

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

"A party ? What company ?"

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

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

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

"Don't want any sleazy doctors hitting on you, huh ?"

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

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

"trade good. It's an indoor cookout."

"A what ?"

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

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

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

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

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

"Sure."

"But I don't want you to depict me too much philia in social movement of my co-workers."

"Okay."

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

-- --

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

Summer was correctly about the work talk of the town. After a while the doctors and tech, maybe seven or eight altogether had congregated on one side with Richard holding Court, and the rest of the guests were scattered in low mathematical group. Bobby diligently stood by, not saying very much once the technical talk of the town started, and fetched potable, which were going down easy for both of them.

As Bobby listened he became more and more impressed with Summer as he heard her speak. Her knowledge was unbelievable. It was inconceivable to differentiate who was the tech and who was the MD. She held her own with the stuck-up doctors and didn't hesitate to hold her ground and disagree with them on a few affair. And whenever they turned to Richard to settle it, summertime was always right, her obvious knowledge on wax display.

dinner was an assortment of burgers and weenie and chicken and a miscellany of salads. And more beer, wine and workshop lecture of course. Bobby ended up having a pretty respectable time : free food, complimentary beer and he was very lofty of Summer. And he told her so on the drive back to her house.

"shit, summertime, that was telling. You really know your turd !"

"What ?"she asked.

"I was proud of you back there. You know a lot more than those grandiose Doctor of the Church. Over and over you were right and they didn't know what the hell they were talking about. I could differentiate Richard was impressed too."

"Really ?"

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

"Yeah, right."

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

"God, that could assume years."

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

"What's that ?"

"Listening to all that medicative technical ophthalmic Dr. talk has got me horny as sin !"He put his hired hand between her legs.

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

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

-- --

That night they had the wildest sex ever. Bobby was on a bowl. He was aggressive and talked dirty and they fucked the bastard out of each former. He peppered his monologues with ‘ Doctor this'and ‘ MD that'in between his kisses and clout and sucks and roll in the hay. He told Summer he never knew a doctor could be such a near fuck and how he never knew physician kitty-cat could smack so full. He rimmed her butthole and told her how a good deal he liked her physician ass. And doc give good principal too, he said.

In between her sighs and moans of pleasure Summer told him numerous times to tap off the Dr. talk.

"Sure, Doc,"he said.

Bobby ended up spending the night and waking up with summer for the first and only time. In the morn he woke up with a tenacious, operose erection.

"Good morning, Doctor,"he said. summertime's look curled into mock aggravator."I need a doctor's care."

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

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

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

"No, I think it needs straightaway aid !"

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

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

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

-- --

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

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

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

"How's she doing ?"Bobby asked.

"Oh, she's fine. Worrying about getting her gutters cleaned on her house. I don't want her up on ladders. She was in a human relationship with a nice man for years and he used to take care of that kind of stuff, but he died about a yr ago. And the guy she had hired for some workplace before wasn't too reliable."

"Is it a big mansion ?"

"No, not really. Three bed, two bath. But it's a rip stage so on half the house the sewer are two taradiddle senior high school instead of one."

"Energy she have an extension service ladder ?"

"I think she does. Why ?"

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

"You will ?"

"Sure. Can she look until adjacent weekend ?"

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

"I don't want any money. I'll do it as a party favour to my aphrodisiacal eye doctor."

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

-- --

Bobby wasn't looking forward to getting up early on a Sabbatum to go plumb nasty, smelly rain trough. He had surprised himself by volunteering. But he would do it, a nice gesture for a nice woman, the female parent of his older lover and newest best-loved ‘ MD ’.

He woke up early Sat and dressed in his worst clothes : Ratty jeans, sweatshirt, white socks and an old pair of sneakers, ready for unsportsmanlike study. He wanted to get an early start because the forecast called for pelting by the afternoon. On the way he stopped by a storehouse and bought some heavy trash bags and rubber gloves.

He pulled into Ella's driveway at quarter-till-nine. He looked at the house and it was bigger than he'd hoped for. Tall Tree surrounded it and needed to be cut back so there was no incertitude in his psyche the toilet would be nasty. He figured he had at least a half day of work.

Ella had been watching for him and came out to recognise him. Bobby couldn't believe how trade good she looked. He watched her step toward his car, her late-fifties eubstance looking svelte and trim and much younger in broken-in Levi's and a easy T. H. White blouse. Her blonde-gray whisker was in a braided ponytail that hung down her back.

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

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

"Good idea,"Bobby said."I'll take tutelage of it."She thanked him, and their middle lingered a bit. She turned and went back into the house. He stared at her laughingstock. He thought it was a pretty gracious butt. Then he went to work.

He lugged the ladder outside. He started with the higher gutters naturally. He set up the ladder, put on his baseball glove and grabbed a hand trowel and a shabu bag and climbed up. The gutter were filled with rancid stinky putrid leaf and snail and dung and poop. He grabbed the shit, raked the shit, and scooped the shit into bags. He went up and down the run numerous metre. He moved the ladder around, dragged the bags up and down and pulled the lengthy garden hose up top to flush body of water through the sewer to pick them out. He went around the whole theater cleaning out the gutters and filling bags with stinky goo.

After a few hours a violent storm was brewing. The rain started, and within a minute it was a waterspout and Bobby was soaked. He was just about done when the first thunderbolt of lightning struck, and not too far away. He receded down the ladder as fast as he could. His slimy shoe slid off of the rain-slickened second-to-last whole step and he fell. Ass-backwards into a puddle of mud.

He'd been stunk up with piece of music of lousy cap sewer funk all morning long, all over his clothes, his face, in his hair. But now he was covered with mud too. He pulled down the ladder and moved it back where he'd found it. He put the trash bags of goop by the side of the garage under the eave. By then he looked like a dirty drenched river rat. He went into the garage and knocked on the kitchen door.

"Come on in,"Ella called.

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

"Oh my goodness !"she said,"You poor thing. hold one moment, I'll be right back."She returned in 30 moment and handed him a towel and a robe."Get undressed and put this on. Then I'll throw your clothes in the washer.

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

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

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

Bobby ran the water hot and scrubbed himself top to fathom with Ivory soap. He shampooed his hair until it squeaked. He didn't have a combing so his hair stayed a wet, tangled mess. He put the robe on and tied it around him. It was a few sizes too minor for him. He went back to the kitchen self-conscious about how only a slim down stratum of terry cloth was all that covered his raw dead body and freshly-washed penis.

Ella was putting the last touches on lunch : tuna salad on toast, soup, chips and lemonade.

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

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

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

They cleared the table and put the peach in the dishwasher. They stood at the sump and stared out the window and watched flow of rain catamenia across the glass pane. The storm had increased in strength with hard rain, corpse farting and thunder.

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

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

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

"A Bloody Mary ?"

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

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

"Yes. Would you like one ?"

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

"last enough,"she said.

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

She showed Bobby where the glasswork was and Bobby filled two tumbler pigeon with ice. Ella poured the crimson concoction into the glasses.

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

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

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

First, they talked about Ella's home. Bobby told her how nice it was, and commented about how big her trees were in the pace and how they were almost touching the roof and should be trimmed back before too long. He also mentioned that the wood privacy fencing enclosing the spinal column yard had a turn of split or missing slat, but that would be an easy fix and he'd be beaming to convey guardianship of it for her.

Ella opened up about her acquaintance, the man Summer had mentioned to him. His epithet was Al and they were closing companions for class. He used to take caution of all the alfresco job but he died the year before of a gist flack. She felt lost sometimes ; stuck in impersonal when it came to the grounds.

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

"make us a couple more crapulence,"she said,"while I go and discombobulate your clothes in the dryer."

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

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

"At to the lowest degree we have slew of these,"Bobby said, holding up his drink.

"Thank God for the picayune things."She handed the equal to him and added,"Here, light the candle in the keep way. I'll be decently back. I'm going to pull your dress out of the dryer and put them on hangers to dry. I don't have sex how tenacious the power will be out."

Bobby took a level-headed swig of his drink and then topped off his glass. He lighted the candles in the living way. The afternoon was sour and stormy exterior and the flickering flames gave the way a tea cosy, Thomas More intimate feel.

Ella returned in a couple moment and sat down on the lounge adjacent to him. She took a sip of her boozing and smacked her lips.

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

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

"But I have to say, you look cute in my gown,"Ella said with a twinkle in her eye.

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

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

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

They looked at each other in the soft, wavering light and both had subtle, amused grin on their faces. Bobby realized that in the finale 30 or forty mo their interaction had suddenly made a behemoth jump and crossed some variety of line. He didn't know what line it was but he could feel it, a new layer of closeness had been reached. He looked her over again and liked what he saw. Her white top did not appear to be as wanton as it was before. Her denim held snug to her slim legs and showed article of clothing on her articulatio genus, butt and crotch. She had gotten rid of her shoes. He was seated inches away from her and was wearing her robe and nothing else. He felt a hustle down below. He thought of Bree and her scissor-fucking and her limber leg practically wrapped around her own head, and drilling her juicy, exposed twat. Then of Summer, fisting her, and their bi-weekly maintenance fucks. But here he was now, practically naked and seated next to Ella, and he couldn't believe the thoughts he was having. He was imagining all the thing he wanted to do with her.

"Oh, I think you're pretty clever. And such a Handy man, too. Thank you again for cleaning those gutters. It is such a foul job and it's such a nasty day."

"You're welcome. And it's not so bad inside, with a nice lunch, honorable beverage and unspoiled company. And I'll come side by side Sat and restore your fence. That will be an comfortable job. There're only a handful of slats that need to be replaced ; the others just want some fresh nails."

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

"The fabric will be gaudy and it's an loose job. But I don't want any money. I'll take it out in trade."

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

"Uh, another free tiffin. More blinking Marys. More lively conversation."

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

"Well, that's my price. Unless we can conceive of something else,"he said. Ella's centre were across-the-board and unblinking and locked into his.

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

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

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

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

Bobby went into the kitchen and put the methamphetamine hydrochloride on the countertop. Rain pounded on the window above the sump. He dug ice third power out from the freezer and tonged them into the glasses. He shook the V-8 feeding bottle vigorously and was pouring the red mix into the spectacles when Ella came to the counter and stood next to him. She reached down and picked up her trash, took a healthy draft and put it back down. She turned to him.

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

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

"No, tell me,"he replied.

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

She pulled his arm closer to her as she moved closer to him. She leaned her face to his and kissed him on the lips. Any angst she'd had about it was erased immediately. Bobby's sassing parted and his clapper instantly searched for hers. Her former hand was soon on his hip and his limb were halfway around her dorsum. Their tongues did soft whirls and twirls, each exploring a steel new oral cavity, and their commencement osculation lingered on. Her finger dug into his peel through the thin cloth of her robe and his custody explored her let down book binding. His penis grew between his legs.

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

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

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

"Almost twenty-six."

"Almost twenty-six, huh ? Well, I'm almost fifty-eight. If I was twenty or thirty geezerhood younger…"

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

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

"It means we should kiss whomever we want ; lviii, twenty-eight, xxvi, whatever."He pulled her a little unaired and put his script on her cheek."Besides, you look a lot younger than that. It's obvious where Bree's and Summer's foxy lady factor came from."

He pulled her head to his and kissed her. Their lips spread apart in unison and their mouths were open for business. He pulled her tightly against him with one mitt in the small-scale of her back and the other on her ass. Bobby's turncock was laborious and Ella felt it pressing against her. It had been quite a while for her and her mind was a whirlwind of mix-up wondering what the hell she was doing and imagining what it would finger like inside her. She found herself pushing her trunk against it, absorbing its readiness. Her pussy was suddenly anxious and wet. ‘ God what are we doing ?'she thought.

Without missing a beat and with their back talk still locked and their natural language doing a sexy terpsichore, Ella's fingers found the cosmic string on her robe and she pulled on it. The robe loosened, then opened, and she found his scarf out rooster with her hand. She gripped her finger around its cinch and stroked him and they kissed even harder.

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

He unhooked her lacy bra and admired her amphetamine consistence : it was thin and her skin was taut but for a copulate fine wrinkles on her flat tum. Her berm and arms were toned, not too near, and her breasts were small-to-medium size of it with minimal sag. There was a blasphemous tattoo of a ataraxis house just above her right knocker. Summer had been right : her mom was a hippie hangover. A very aphrodisiac hippie holdover.

With his arms around her he pushed her onto the bed. They kissed passionately for several minute of arc as their manpower roamed over fresh flesh. But soon Bobby's lips had moved to other places. He kissed her neck opening and licked her ears and sucked the peace treaty sign into his mouth. When he nibbled on her right-hand mammilla Ella let out a squealing groan of pleasure.

As he tit-sucked her, playing no favorites between the two, he started working on her jeans. She helped him as serious she could and soon she had squirmed out of them nigh of the way. With her jeans and panties now at her articulatio talocruralis, Bobby moved down to the metrical foot of the bed and pulled them off the rest of the way. He spread her ramification and knelt between them. He took his get-go look at her kitty-cat. It was haired, but neatly trimmed, and wet.

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

"I want to please you,"he said.

"You already have."

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

"Oh my God,"she stammered.

He licked her lips and lipped her clit and she squirmed as if her heart conclusion were on overload. He gripped the brass of her ass tightly to stabilize her fork as he drilled his sassing into it. It helped a lilliputian but still her cunt was a moving target.

"Are you okay ?"he asked.

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

"You want me to stop ?"

"God, no !"

Bobby went back to employment. He held her ass firm and plastered his mouth to her swagger member. He sucked away and squeezed her buttocks. Slowly he felt her relax and her movements fell in musical rhythm with his. For several mo they worked together like this, her crotch pushed against his face, him sucking her clitoris, his tongue tasting her tang and his nostrils breathing in her musky scent.

His dick was now a brick. His lips were turning to jelly and his jaws ached. He was cook to fuck. He gave her one utmost major button bite, eliciting a shrieking from Ella, before he moved up so her saturated kitty back talk were kissing the head of his cock. Atop her, he stared into her swimming eyes.

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

"Believe it."

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

"I still think you're hot."

"fuck my brains out,"she whispered.

Bobby slipped his dick into her drenched swallow hole and felt her lovesome wet wall around it, welcoming him in. He started slowly, in and out, familiarizing himself with her cunt and her muscles. He'd push his integral length into her and then out, in and out, over and over, as they got their timing down. Gradually he picked up the rate and Ella went with him, they'd go a little faster and reserve it for a while, getting in sync and in line like a definitive twosome. Adagio, then andante, then allegretto, then allegro, and finally Presto !, and they were fucking and bucking like pistons on a blowout train.

Their faces were inches apart as they fucked, their wide, enraptured centre locked-in. They both grunted with every driving force until Bobby kissed her and started stabbing her oral cavity with his tongue. His hands were on her goat nerve and his fingers inched toward her asshole. He wanted to fuck all three of her holes at once.

"Hippie-fucking is good ’, Bobby thought to himself, as they pounded away. devoid love and heartsease and all that diddly-shit. He closed his eyes and slammed her as punishing and fast as he could. Ella screamed and climaxed in a series of fierce shimmy shimmy wag beneath him as he banged her. He felt her hot succus surround his cock and ooze out onto his glob. His orgasm was not far behind.

His cum rose up like a prison house wow, his spermatozoon fighting to get out. It was an ecstatic pulsing flow and he felt a bunko game in his putz as he came ; his lilliputian prisoner were burning down the household. He roared as he released. With recurrent fleshly trembles he uploaded his seeded player into her until finally he collapsed onto the bed beside her.

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

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

They held each other in quiet for many minutes. They listened to their breathing space and felt the soft heaves of their chests. The tempest outside had let up some and was now just a unfaltering rainwater tickling the windowpane.

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

"Ah, we have baron,"Ella said."commodity timing. I'm going to run and put your wearing apparel in the drier. Don't go away."She kissed him and got up out of bed. Bobby watched her nude hipster ass as she walked out the sleeping room door.

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

"vigor beverage,"Ella said, handing him a smart Bloody Virgin Mary. She put the jar on the nightstand.

They sat in bed and sipped their beverage. Well, Ella sipped but Bobby gulped. The V-8 gave him a vitamin jar. He was pretty sure his limp dick moved. When his drink was two-thirds gone he put the glass on the mesa on his incline of the bed. Ella took another drink from hers and did the same.

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

"Coconut oil,"she said coyly.

"Oh."

"You know what that's for ?"

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

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

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

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

For several minute of arc she sucked him and she felt his scrotum tighten up. She came up for air and lay back down beside him and they kissed. Instinctively Bobby rolled on top and entered her and again felt the wet quick bulwark of her slit. She started fucking even before he did.

In a immediate minute they were in a fucking race chasing after their following orgasms. They pumped in intemperate, long slash, the headway of Bobby's tool aiming for the end of Ella's tunnel. They fucked in determined silence, no moans or groans or dirty talk, just the squeaker of the bed and the twitch of the ceiling fan overhead.

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

Bobby kept at it but she stopped him and he pulled out. She reached for the coconut meat oil. She opened it in a rushing and the lid scooted onto the floor. She scooped some oil into her hand and reached behind her and slipped her greasy fingers into her butthole. Then she sloshed to a greater extent oil over Bobby's extended pole.

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

"Are you sure ?"

"Positive."She lifted up and shoved a pillow under her cigarette. She spread her boldness with her fingers and her asshole was outdoors for him."Fuck me in the ass."

Bobby put the head of his peter right up to her open mess and pushed. Ella took a cryptic breath and let out a hoarse sigh when he entered her. He pushed his cock into her.

"Ooh, that feels big,"she said.

"You okay ?"he asked.

"Yes, you ?"

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

"commodity. Now fuck me."She put her finger's breadth on her soggy clit and felt herself.

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

Ella was into it. She was slapping her clit like a freshwater bass bowed stringed instrument and pushing her ass into him, matching him thud for thump. Bobby was digging it too, in more ways than one. He drilled her with a Passion of Christ, willing his semen up for another ride out into the wild downcast yonder. He knew he wouldn't last long at the rate he was going so after a twosome proceedings he slowed his pace.

"Don't occlusion !"Ella wheezed."preserve it up."

So he did and within five or six to a greater extent strokes his river was rising. With a tatty groan and a volcanic quaver his cum surged through his shaft and spurted multiple sentence into the recondite reaches of Ella's rectum. Even after he'd shooter his last drop he kept his shaft embedded in her ass as she frantically worked her putz in an effort to coax her unleashing.

After a bit Bobby pulled his rooster out of her asshole with a wet, sucking thwap and scooted down the bed. He put his face in her private parts and his mouth on her inflated putz. Ella ceded it immediately and put her hands on the cover of his head. She shoved her clit deep into his mouth with all her might care she was grinding teeth. Bobby sucked on her clit the Lapp way she had sucked his putz : forcefully. He felt the atmospheric pressure of her gymnastic inguen on his side and inhaled the foul taste and scent of her sex. He could palpate his own cum on his chin as it seeped out of her asshole.

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

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

-- --

The day was getting late by the time they dragged their stern out of bed. Bobby took a shower and his dress were sporty, dry and neatly folded on the bathroom butt when he got out. He found Ella in the kitchen.

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

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

"Oh, please,"she said.

"I was serious about fixing your fence next week. Even before…"

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

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

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

"okey, I promise. I'll have to think of something else,"he said with a grin. He kissed her and took one final taste of her and their tongues said a retard goodbye.

-- --

The next few days were just like any early week and Bobby was looking forward to going back to Ella's. The fencing job would be gentle, maybe an hour and a one-half of work, and he'd get a lunch and maybe get laid again.

He picked up the fence textile and nails on Friday. Sat was a clear, sunny day so there would be no chance of falling in the mud and getting trapped inside by a storm. He showed up at about nine a.m. and went to work. He'd only been there for a few instant before Ella noticed. A windowpane opened and she called to him. She asked him to come inside for a minute.

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

"There's been a picayune change of architectural plan,"Ella said."I won't be able to have got you for lunch."

"Oh, that's okay,"Bobby said, trying not to go disappointed.

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

"No problem, I understand."

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

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

"You did,"she said.

She took a step closer. She reached between his legs and took his cock in her hand. She kissed him, and her knife did a momentary slither in his mouth.

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

She pulled him a couple steps to the sofa. She sat and pulled down his pants. His prick was already at full phase of the moon tending. She kissed it and licked his egg. She took it into her mouth.

The completely shebang was over in LE than thirty minutes. She sucked him to windup and a calendar week's worth of his stored-up cum erupted into her mouth. Then her robe opened and Bobby twirled her onto the lounge and buried his face into her snatch for a few minutes until she came. Then he mounted her and started fucking her. He'd been going at it for a couple minute before he noticed the jar of coconut oil on the coffee tabular array. He reached over and grabbed it and held it up.

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

He turned her over. Her butt was slick, the residue of lubing herself. He oiled his cock and fucked her ass until he came. He withdrew his hammer from her ass and inserted in into her drippy pussy and rammed her doggy-style for a couple to a greater extent minutes until she let out a whoop and had another orgasm.

"Happy natal day,"Bobby said as he pulled out.

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

-- --

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

"Hi, Bobby,"she said.

"Hi, Doc,"he said.

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

"Huh ? What do you mean ?"

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

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

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

"wealthy person fun. And don't imbibe too many Mimosas !"Bobby said.

"You mean Bloody Marys,"summer said with a nictation. She turned and walked into the house.

-- --

matter started to get weird after that. The next Th would have been Bobby's night to see Summer but he couldn't get cargo deck of her. When he finally did strive her a few solar day later she was noncommittal and kind of blew him off. That was a outset.

He called Ella and told her the jack of all trades was calling to see if she had any chores she needed him to take away guardianship of, in the yard, on the ceiling, or in the bedchamber. She laughed but said although it was tempting she didn't think it was a good idea. Too last for comfort with Summer and everything. Evidently Ella didn't know—or didn't want to have intercourse -- Bobby had been summertime's steady bedmate and Summer didn't want him screwing her mother.

Bobby thought about the last few calendar month with amazement. He had had a raging weekend with a Danton True Young hot dancer named Bree. Then he'd had a number of incredible nighttime with her hot Mom, physician summertime. And finally a couple uncivilized romps of hippy sex with Ella. Sexually it had been the most fruitful period of his life. And now suddenly, as if flipping a substitution, the rainy season was over and he was back in the desert.

He sent an email to Bree in an endeavour to catch up, but they hadn't been in touch for a patch and doubted he would hear back. Out of vision, out of intellect, you know how that goes.

-- --

Bobby went to work every day with his nose to the grindstone, trying to draw a blank about his sexcapades. Although he would replay the experiences in his thinker, it wasn't that hard to put most of it behind him and just chalk it up to ships passing in the night. He knew there was no real future with Summer ; there was the big age difference, and she just needed to get laid and he was convenient. And what happened with Ella was an accident of lot ; it would never deliver happened if he hadn't fallen in the mud and been stranded in her family by the storm and ended up naked wearing her gown. And she needed to get position and he was there. But it was different with Bree. He thought of her often.

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

"Hello, Summer ?"he said tentatively.

"Yes, Bobby. How are you ?"

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

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

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

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

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

"No, she still does. She's been commuting back and forth and staying with me for a few weeks while she worked on the yield. She'll be going back soon. She has asked about you, and I think she wanted to address you, but she has been so officious, she's been putting in sixteen hr days. And I think she may have felt risible calling since she had not done a good job of keeping in tactual sensation. Anyway, I wanted to forebode you in case you would want to know."

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

"The terminal functioning are this weekend : Tomorrow night, Sabbatum night and a Sunday matinee."She went on to assure him the theater and usher times.

"I'd passion to see her,"Bobby said."Do you retrieve she'd mind if I came Sabbatum night ?"

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

-- --

Bobby was walking on air for two years. On Sabbatum evening he got to the theatre plenty early. He'd made sure he dressed and looked and smelled full. He picked up his just the ticket and there was a abbreviated banker's bill paper-clipped to it. It read : ‘ Hi Bobby, So glad you could come ! Meet me at the metrical unit of the stage right after the show. Bree ’.

It was a great nates. Center section, third base row, aisle seat. He looked around the small theater. It seated three or four hundred and had high ceilings, chandeliers and a belittled balcony. There was a band tuning up on one side of the floor. He read through the playbill and saw Bree's name in a few different lieu : artist-in-residence, stage dancing, and in several dissimilar numbers. The show was an olio of call and dance numbers from Broadway musicals.

The show was very professionally done even though most of the performers were amateurs. Bobby was especial impressed with the chick named Bree. Not only with her dancing, but her singing ! The girl had a beautiful set of pipes to go along with the relief of her which was pretty damn good too. She sang ‘ nightclub'and he felt like she was singing directly to him. It brought the theatre down and he had half a hard-on by the clip it was over.

After the show the lights went up and the interview streamed toward the rise exits but Bobby had a short walk to the leg. Bree was there in seconds, in costume and caked with make-up.

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

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

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

"It shows !"

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

"Absolutely !"

"Great. Meet me around back at the level entranceway. dedicate me about fifteen minutes, okay ? I need to interchange and get cleaned up. See ya."She kissed him on the face and disappeared backstage.

-- --

Bobby had pulled his car around back and was leaning against the driver's threshold when Bree emerged from the back of the theater. She was a beautiful hatful for his sore eyes. She wore the same taut jeans and red sweater she'd worn on the Night they'd met. The flannel cake had been washed from her side and she looked yummy. She strutted toward him with a gym bag in her hand. Bobby opened the passenger door for her and she got in.

They went to a minuscule neighborhood bar a few blocks from the theater and sat in a booth facing one another. They ordered a pitcher of beer. Bobby suggested food but Bree said she was too bruise up to eat.

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

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

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

"My old dance instructor is on the module at the university, in the Theater nontextual matter and saltation department. She was always an intake and a wise man and she always encouraged me. We've kept in touch over the twelvemonth. Anyway a few months ago she asked if I could assist her put the display together, perform and coach and mentor the cast of characters. She had some extra money in the budget. I said yes and here I am."

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

"Thank you,"she said."We were pretty happy with the result."She reached over and adjoin Bobby's manus."It's so good to see you. I'm gladiolus Mom called you. I wanted to but I kept putting it off. I was afraid."

"Afraid of what ?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

This surprised him."Oh, now that, uh, that was an stroke. I had cleaned her sewer and my dress were filthy and a really bad storm came and then…"

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

"Oh yeah, what's that ?"

"Gigolo."

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

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

Bobby smiled sheepishly and stared at his beer.

"And you know, Bobby, you may not realize it, but you've had a very unplumbed core on my mom and grandmother."

"Who, me ? How so ?"

"Not long before the dark we all met my mom had just sort of dumped a nerdy guy she'd been seeing. We liked meeting you guy cable and she was attracted to you and she has her pauperism so it made gumption for you two to hook up even it was only temporary. But you really made her feel ripe about herself. She told me about you going to the company with her and how you praised her for her knowledge and called her ‘ Doctor'and encouraged her to back to schoolhouse. And now that's what she's doing."

"Really ? That's great."

"Yes, and she credits you for helping her to get there. Not long after that political party she met a man and they've become pretty serious about each other. He's an eye doctor who came to work in her clinic for three workweek while her Bos was on holiday. His gens is Gerry. He was just as impress with her expertise as you were. And now she's taking social class, and making plans to join his practice as an optometrist.

"And my grannie was in kind of a rut when you went over to her sign of the zodiac and fell in the mud. She had lost a dear acquaintance, a man she'd been very close to, the class before. And she was stuck in a Major funk and couldn't get out. There was this man named Moe, another old hipster who owns five or six wellness intellectual nourishment stores, and he had been asking her out for month but she'd been turning him down. But whatever clicked between you and her that day did the magic trick. You made her feel sexy and desirable again and she got up the courage to call Moe and see if his invitation was still good. It was and now they're talking about moving in together."

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

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

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

Bobby squeezed her helping hand."What is it ?"

"Thank you for listening. It feels good to blab out about it. A few weeks ago I found out my roomy is giving up the apartment when the rental is up. I have to make up one's mind whether to try to hold open it, chance a new roommate in a city full of lunatics, or try to rule another place, which is no gentle labor. All while working and trying to hustle for gigs.

"Or, I have another chance which has come up. My old instructor has offered me a staff military position here at the university working in her section. I would assist on all the yield, narration, hearing, as well as any early chores they have for me. But I would work on choreography and be involved in the creative procedure, which I love, and mentor the students if they needed individual service. The job wouldn't pay a wholly lot, but would be livable, and one of the perquisite is I could take three form credits for unfreeze every semester and in the summer sessions to work toward a academic degree. But I'd have to find a space to be, get a car, and uproot my lifetime from what it's been the live few years.

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

"You could search at it as a great chance, a new chapter in your life. The free course are a majuscule fillip. And if you would take to take a shit extra money, I know I could book us a few gigs a workweek as a duo ; with your face and your spokesperson we'd be golden. But the main point is this : You've gained incredible experience the final few years. And that experience could actually give a priceless effect on the educatee you come in touch with. It could be very rewarding for you and for them."

"You really think so ?"

"Of course !"

"That's what my teacher said."

"She's right. I'd bet few if any people in that section have had the experience you have. All the auditory sense, the casting calls, and the performances you've done. That could be invaluable to unseasoned students."

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

"Are you busy tomorrow nighttime ?"Bree asked.

"I just cleared my ticket,"Bobby said.

"Tomorrow's matinee is our final exam performance. Afterwards we have a plaster bandage political party which I must advert for an time of day or so. After that I'm going to dinner with Mom and Gerry and my grandmother and Moe. It's Gerry's treat. Would you follow with me ?"

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

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

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

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

"Flounder Fred's !"

"That's decently. And after dinner party and the old common people leave, we can ingest a little clip to ourselves."

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

-- --

dinner party was set for seven-thirty. After a legal brief diaphragm at the Holiday Inn down the cylinder block, Bobby arrived betimes and waited in the lobby. At about five minutes till seven the older folk arrived. summertime looked fine as ever in a red clothes and with longer hair's-breadth, now respective inches down her back. Ella was slim and vibrant in a soaked black top and baggy flowery pants. He was pleasantly surprised when summertime and Ella both hugged him without hesitation, thus breaking any ice.

intromission had just been made when a cab pulled up to the presence entryway and Bree appeared. They were seated promptly and dinner went well. Summer and Ella gave him a sideways glance here and there but it was not uncomfortable at all. Conversation was free and easy, often focused on Bree's production, and Bobby really enjoyed it. Gerry was a bounteous guy, maybe a few eld honest-to-goodness than summertime, and had a pretty good sense of humor. And Moe was a genuine piece of work, big and bold, funny as hell and had a ponytail almost as retentive as Ella's.

After dinner they all said their goodbyes in the entrance hall. By this time the position had thinned out so they took a private booth in the bar and ordered cognacs. Drinks they could nurse and hold out the eventide. At kickoff they talked about how well dinner had gone and how much they both liked Gerry and Moe. Then the conversation shifted to Bree's quandary. A conclusion would hold to be made soon.

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Well, well,"he said."It's true : great judgement think alike !"

Fortunately they were able to shift one of the booking to the following night. Bobby figured he had two days to win over her that moving back home was the redress matter to do .