umber, TEA, OR THREE ?

Bobby and Carl were old college buddies. They lived in the Saame dormitory for three years and they partied together, played intramural athletics together, and sometimes even studied together. Carl was a twelvemonth ahead of Bobby but they ended up graduating at the Lapplander clip. Once they graduated they worked multiple caper for a few month to lay aside money, and then piled into Bobby's car and traveled the United States for almost six months. Sharing that experience pretty much bonded them for life.

They were opposites in many fashion. Bobby was blond, improbable and lean-muscled, a baseball player, a runner and a musician ; Carl was dark-haired, compact and had been an amateur boxer and had a crooked nose as a solvent. Bobby was into music and the arts and liked to camp and hike ; Carl liked to work on cars, go hunting and fishing and outride at the Best western. In their college afterlives Bobby was a sales rep for an athletic wear maker and played music on the side ; Carl was a director for a firm that refurbished tube jalopy. But they were skilful ally, shared the Saami sense of humour, and made it a stop to get together every few months for a nighttime out.

This story begins on one of those nights. Carl and Bobby were 26 and 25 years old, and it was a Friday Night, the day after Thanksgiving. They decided to meet at one of their old stamping ground, The Vous, a pub near the university campus where they'd gone to college. It was a place that had a beer and wine license, but sold no hard hard liquor. It was known for cheap pitchers, live music and a senior high doorsill for craziness, at least back when they were in school.

Bobby lived about xlv minutes away from campus and Carl lived an hour away in the opposite direction so they drove separately and met out movement of The Vous. They went inside to the bar, ordered two bottle of beer and a pitcher of Coke, and then found a belittled table off to the side and took seats. The beers were mostly for display. The pitcher of Coke was for the feeding bottle of rum Carl had stuffed in his jacket.

The place was all in for a Friday, which made sense since it was Thanksgiving weekend and virtually student had gone family for the holiday. Only two former tabular array were occupied in addition to a handful of habitue at the bar. There was a trio setting up on point. While Carl surreptitiously stirred rum into the pitcherful of coke, Bobby went over to the band to introduce himself, as player are wont to do. He wanted to see if they had any common musical friends.

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

Bobby sat back down at the mesa with Carl and they commenced to shooting the shit, sipping beer and chasing it with Cuba Libres. They talked about the common stuff they talked about when they got together : jobs, sports, charwoman and college. Finally, after about twenty minutes the stria kicked it into gear. Immediately Bobby could listen 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 tiresome night at The Vous. Only a few More people had come into the place after Carl and Bobby. There was a table of four, two couples seated in a stall on the far side, and two girl at a devil not far from their own table.

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

The girls were alright looking and were sharing a carafe of wine. One was blonde, with shoulder-length nappy curlicue, and looked to be in her ahead of time twenties. The other was a few class older but looked just as pleasant-tasting, with the Lapp frizzy hair, only she was brunet. Both were slim and sexy in tight jeans, Blondie with a snug red sweater and the older gal in a cream-colored blouse. Both looked thoroughly enough to eat, and somewhat out of seat at this dump.

"They must be sis,"Bobby said.

"Sisters ? Really ?"

"Yeah, look at their eyes. They have the same centre. Lapp mouthpiece too."

Carl tried to look without staring."fountainhead, I don't precaution if they're sisters, or cousins or streetwalker, they are fucking hot ! We need more ice,"he said, and got up to go to the bar. Bobby figured he just wanted to get a better look at the chicks.

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

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

"You did ?"

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

"Smooth !"Bobby said, and filled their eyeglasses over reinvigorated ice."Drink up !"

Carl dumped the rest of the ice into the pitcherful and poured in another healthy dose of rum. The refreshments were going down well-situated and Bobby was getting into the medicine, tapping his feet and rapping his pollex on the table. The rhythm section was a meaty, stabilize pulse and now the guitarist had switched to electric violin and was knocking off blue air poke with his bow and his fingers.

"This circle is ripe,"Bobby said when the tune ended.

"Hey, look,"Carl said, nodding toward the young lady.

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

Over the rest of the set they would glance over at the girls and occasionally eye contact would be made. At one spot the brunette got up and went to the gentlewoman elbow room. Carl and Bobby had their eyes glued to her tightly-wrapped butt until she disappeared down the G. Stanley Hall to the public lavatory. 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 drinks and clinked their glasses.

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

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

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

"blow,"Bobby said.

"Coke ?"she said."You kidding me ? How can two young hombre have as much fun as you're having drinking Coke ?"

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

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

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

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

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

Bobby and Carl hustled to the table with their deoxyephedrine and mound. Soon brunet returned carrying a tray with two beers, a pitcher of Coke and some plastic cups.

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

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

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

"We're worry women,"Summer said with a wink.

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

"No, it's my actual name. My female parent is a hangover hippy."

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

"No, it's short for piece of cake. My mom is a hangover hippy too."

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

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

"You're very perceptive,"Bree said.

"Really,"he went on,"Because you look alike, you have the Saame center and the same lip and I bet you get that a lot…"

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

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

"I never would have guessed,"Bobby said."summer, you look like her big sister, maybe three or four age honest-to-goodness !"

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

They all laughed. The ice had been thoroughly broken. The Guy had inadvertently made Summer's night, and they could say 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 solar day and car trip and line of work and their occasional Night out. summertime lived alone in a small planetary house three cylinder block from the bar, and worked at the VA infirmary and taught yoga and aerobic exercise. Bree was blackjack 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 make it as a dancer.

The night turned out to be a flack. They drank all the rum and danced and changed partners several times. Bobby sat in with the striation on a mates tunes and slow-danced with Bree and summer. He loved the feel and olfactory sensation of both, and the touch of their nipple against his chest, and was pretty sure as shooting it was no accident when their knees found their way gently between his thighs.

The eye inter-group communication they made, the grin they shared, and the open conversation they had over several hours made this a special Night. But as is often the case when there are two hombre and two young lady, it can be awkward not knowing the succeeding beneficial stride. It seemed to be clicking on all layer, but as the night wound down, Bobby wondered where it would go next.

-- --

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

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

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

"How old do you think she is ?"

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

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

"darn, she looks salutary for twenty-nine or thirty !"Bobby said.

-- --

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

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

"Yeah, they are. Don't seem like axe murderers 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 sort of a fuddy-duddy."

"I know."

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Neither do I."

-- --

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

"Do you desire to amount 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."

Talk 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 metrical unit ahead of Bree and Bobby so each couple had a bit of privacy as they made their way to the house.

When they were about a one-half cube away Bree took Bobby's hand and a few footstep later pointed to a white cottage with chocolate-brown trim, with a porchlight illuminating a long narrow porch and a fine-trimmed hedge in front.

"We're home,"Bree said."That's Mom's mansion 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 fluff with her key and unlock the door. Abruptly Bree stopped and turned to Bobby and squeezed his hand.

"Kiss me,"she said.

Bobby didn't need any more encouragement than that. He put his resign handwriting behind her head and pulled her cheek to his. Their backtalk had barely met for a second base before their backtalk parted and they were tasting clapper. Bree's weapon went around him, one paw on his back and the former on his ass, and she pulled him close. As they kissed they heard summertime and Carl entering the house and the storm door closed with a bang, then reopened. The porchlight flickered on and off several times.

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

Bree and Bobby broke into laughter, ending their kiss.

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

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

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

They entered the house. Carl and Summer were in the kitchen, still dancing around each other a picayune bit. She was at the stove 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 lobby. She showed him where the lav was and then opened the threshold opposite."waiting for me in here, I'll be right back."

Bree went back to the kitchen.

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

"Oh, OK, I understand,"summertime said."You sure you don't need something before you go to bed ? Orange juice, an energy drink, a Vitamin B dead reckoning ?"

"No, I think we're fine."

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

"right field back at ya,"Bree retorted.

Meanwhile Bobby was looking around the room, which obviously had been Bree's childhood sleeping accommodation and little had changed. There were memorial tablet on the rampart for gymnastics and saltation, and exposure of her in action mechanism. One framed photo on the bureau caught his interest and he picked it up to examine it more closely. It was an eight by ten photo of Bree on stagecoach, under the lights, dancing on the diminutive tips of her toes with her hands high above her head, her sexy bod dressed in a Patrick Victor Martindale White frilly tutu, gabardine leggings and skimpy ballet slippers.

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

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

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

"I could never think how dancers could stand on their toes like that. It looks like it must ache like hell, I cringe when I see it. But damn, it's so sexy."

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

"Easy for you,"he said. He kissed her and their lingua slow-danced for thirty second base. He felt the burn of her breasts and the resoluteness 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 mouthpiece again.

"You are too a good deal, Bobby,"she laughed, pushing him away."Okay, down boy."

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

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

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

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

"Are you set ?"Bree finally asked.

"All ready,"Bobby replied.

"Are you naked ?"she said.

Bobby pushed his drawers down below his stifle."Yes,"he replied.

"O.K., here goes. It's going to be inadequate and sweet."

Music started playing softly and Bobby saw Bree's arm extend out from the closet and set the phone on the actor's assistant. It sounded comrade but Bobby didn't know squat about ballet. Then Bree breezed into the room on her toes…en pointe…with her coat of arms in a circle senior high above her top dog, dancing gracefully to the strings, back and Forth and around him in the minor space. She wore concert dance slipper and frilly panties, and nil else except for the slight gold anchor ring pierced through the mammilla of her perky medium-sized breasts.

Bobby sat with his dick erect, salivating, thinking how dandy 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 sleep with, dance around me, titillating me, tempting me, driving me to the point of…

Bree's helping hand were no longer high in the air. She was improvising now, running her deal over her frame, cupping her bosom, inside her pantie, along the chap of her ass.

She came down on vapid understructure a few inches in front of him. She took his cock in her hand.

"The display was short-circuit and dulcet, but it's nice to see this isn't,"she said.

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

He put his fingerbreadth inside her pantie and slid them down to the trading floor. Her snatch sassing glistened in the soft light. He pulled her closer and leaned his face into her thin, uninfected 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 phallus she ground her mound softly into his face.

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

Just like that they were fucking. Sitting naked in a desk chair, this fine Lester Willis Young woman was sliding up and down on his egotistic pole. He assisted her with his hands on her pelvic arch, lifting, lowering, and craning his cock into her. She felt light and graceful, floating above him, but with her juicy snatch attached to him, gripping him and sucking him.

The hard chairperson had no give, each of Bree's downward thrusts ended with a sudden splat. Soon Bobby's sweaty ass was sliding around on the wooden seat. He put the fingers of one mitt in the crack of Bree's ass and the other arm around her upper berth rear and stood up. With his jeans around his ankles and his tool stuck like a fulcrum into her hungry fathead he waddled over to put his knees on the edge of the bed. He wriggled their trunk up onto the bed, and with Swan Lake playing softly in the background, Bobby started fucking her like a man on a mission. Bree dug her fingers into Bobby's back and rammed her groin into his.

The bed was a squeaker. It creaked loudly with each plunge, the springs straining under the force of their lovemaking. The squeaky audio bounced off the bedroom rampart and all Bobby could think about was how Summer and Carl had to hear it back in the kitchen while they were having their tea. Bree didn't seem to care or notice.

Bree's cunt felt foxy and bland to Bobby as he fucked her, a shiny ride in and out over and over, and he felt like they were slowly sliding toward well-heeled orgasms when she stopped.

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

He pushed his stopcock as deeply as he could into her wet socket and stopped. Then he felt her legs device beneath him and her snatch tightened down and put pressure around his cock like a powered vise.

"holy diddly-squat !"Bobby said,"What the snake pit is that ?"

"I'm hugging you,"she said.

Bobby looked under him at her legs. They were twisted tightly together like the wires in a coaxial cablegram, thus winching her kitty-cat into a clenched fist.

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

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

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

They fucked hard, they sighed and moaned along with the box spring, and Bobby's dick moved very niggling inside Bree's sexy time slot. footling by little, with each serpentine stroke of their linked jetty, he felt his cum begin to boil. He instinctively knew that if his sperm could ever spend a penny it up through the force wrapped around his cock it was for sure to be a whopper.

A moment later Bree came to his delivery. As she sung out with a high-pitched shake her twat unsnatched from around his stuffed meat and she came, unleashing a wet moving ridge of cum. Their world-class sentence together and their orgasm were almost coincidental : Bobby continued fucking her and after only three or four More strokes into her wet, open up slash, his seminal fluid rose through him like it was rushing to put out a fire. He was still coming when he pulled his dry out nitty-gritty out of her and collapsed on the mattress beside her. He looked at Bree's case and she was grinning ear-to-ear. He smiled too.

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

-- --

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

"I don't know. Kama sutra sex and terpsichorean heftiness working together I guess. Was it sound ?"

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

There was silence 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."

30 seconds more of silence.

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

"How do you know I don't ?

"I don't know. Do you ?"

"No. There's not time and I meet so many prick with monumental self it's not worth the hassle. There are a 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 pull. It's nice to be home ; to meet somebody normal for a change."

"Ah…"

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

"No."

"Good."

More silence.

Bobby started kissing her neck and berm. Then her breasts. Bree moaned when he sucked her hooped tit into his mouthpiece. Her fingers were in his hair, assisting.

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

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

He worked his way down, and he shifted his consistency around gradually as he moved his mouth over her warm dampness flesh, to her flatten out breadbasket, teasing around her already-fucked kitty, to her internal thighs, kissing her knees, calf, shins, ankles. He took his clip kissing the soh of her metrical unit. Then he licked her right big toe, and sucked it deep into his mouth.

"What are you doing ?"Bree asked.

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

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

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

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

Bree chuckled softly."Well, this is a showtime. But you're a thoroughly dancer I must say."

"I'm gon na take in 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 back talk on his penis. She licked it and kissed it and nipped at it until it was again at its upper limit stiffness.

"I'm going to let my oral fissure dance on this sister for a patch,"she said. Bobby groaned and half-gagged on her smoothen big toe when he felt her oral fissure surround his surging cock.

Despite their embarrassing place Bobby did his best to get it on Bree's face as she blew him and he kept trying to take 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 dick felt like a balloon about to burst. He reconfigured their bodies a secondly time, stretching and straightening into a more prosperous sixty-nine position. With her mouth now a warm, snug glove around his overblown foul-up he split her luscious sass with is tongue and tasted her tangy twat and sucked her florid clitoris into his mouth.

Bree shrieked and she grinded her pussy into his face. The bed creaked as they fucked each former's faces. The room smelled of raw sex and the air was filled with the wet echoed phone of slurping and sucking and the slapping of hungry rima oris on horny flesh.

Bobby knew his cum would soon be on the rise so he gave Bree's clit one more major power sucking, eliciting another shrill, stifled shout from her cock-filled mouth. Then he went to work with his tongue, licking and slashing like a viper in heat on her spreading lip and her upright organ.

Bree's cunt exploded in his face. Bobby was shocked by the force of it, but was it for him, because of him ? Or was it a pent-up tank, finally being emptied ? He didn't have much meter to opine about it because his mouth and anterior naris were now flooded and her soundbox writhed as he held her. A moment later his body shook and he came in her mouth, and her lips stayed on him, rush after rush, until he was done.

-- --

After several minutes basking in the coal of their heat they took turns in the can to do their bedtime ablutions. Bree went first and when she returned she handed her soup-strainer to Bobby. He brushed his teeth and washed up and then searched the medicine cabinet. He found a pipe of skin application and gently rubbed some into each side of his rooster, hoping to alleviate the soreness of his fresh, raw encounter burns.

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

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

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

She sucked him hard and dug her digit into his ass. He only winced a couple sentence from the soreness on his peter. Soon he moaned and groaned and twisted and shook and busted his nut. Bree kept her back talk glued to his ardent gun as he came and swallowed most of it but still had a mouthful when she kissed him.

"trade good morning !"she said.

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

Bobby put his pass between her branch and buried his mouth into her cooch and started eating. He held her buttocks in his hands and she locked her branch around his neck and fucked his face for several minutes. When she relaxed her grip Bobby rose up onto her. Bree brought her legs up until they were resting on her shoulders giving him tote up access. Another turn-on, he thought, thanks to her dancer flexibleness. With his face tacky from travail and jizz he slipped his re-hardened cock into her deeper than ever and gave her an intense, bed-banging, dual orgasm, proper good morning 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 skillful believe it !"

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

"fountainhead, 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 today."

"How did it go ?"

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

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

A moment later Bobby breezed into the kitchen.

"commodity forenoon, summer,"he said energetically.

"Good morning Bobby."

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

Bree nodded."That sounds good."

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

-- --

Bree was watching for Bobby when he pulled up in presence of the sign of the zodiac right field 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 waiting up."

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

Bobby watched Bree jog toward him, thinking Damn !, why does she have to live in New York ? She looked marvelous in a long-sleeved fateful dress with a zipper all the way down the front from the top to the hem at mid-thigh. As she scurried across the front end railway yard it was obvious she was braless and her limber legs forced the dress a little farther up her stage. She jumped into the car, put her purse and sweater on the nates and leant to make Bobby a candy kiss on the lips.

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

The even was a bankrupt success. Dinner was at Flounder Fred's, a pop seafood eatery. They had to wait for a table but that was cool, they had a pair off deglutition and were serious and loose by the time they got a board. Dinner was delicious and the conversation was even zestier. They talked about the night 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 garb,"he said.

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

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

Fortunately there was a emptiness at the vacation Inn about a half block away. As they were checking in Bree opened her bag and took out her soup-strainer and showed it to Bobby with a sly grinning. She had planned well. They found their room and were naked in about ten s. They slammed their mouth together and groped for the bed. They spent the dark kissing, fucking, sucking, licking, moaning and groaning and coming all over each other. He even got another dose of Bree's legs-crossed, cunt-locked scissor fucking. In the early morning they did it all again. Then they showered together, getting cleaned up for brunch. But Bobby's cock found its way into her one More metre while the power atomizer rained down on them. He even cleaned her cocksucker with his lingua for good measure.

-- --

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

They met at an upscale eating house near the university. Bree and Bobby wore their same clothes from the night before but they had cleaned up real nice. Summer looked fabulous in a red skirt and a navy crop top. And Bobby thought Ella, who was summer's mother and Bree's gran, looked pretty damn good too. He figured she had to be former mid-fifties, but she looked ten or twelve years young. She was thin like her daughter and granddaughter and looked in excellent conformation. And she definitely looked like an old hippy in a flowery embroidered Goth dress and prospicient blonde/gray hair pulled back in a ponytail limit by rubber bands about every three or four inches down her back.

The cleaning woman ordered mimosas while Bobby had a all-fired 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 peeress did virtually of the talking. He thought Ella seemed to be more like Bree than like Summer : The free-wheeling, ad-libbing, winging-it, artsy fartsy character. Summer seemed a little more conventional.

Brunch over, they drove in two cable car to summer's star sign. Ella said arrivederci, hugged her daughter and granddaughter and leftfield. The time was nearing when Bree would be leaving. Bobby offered to beat back her to the train post which was about a fifteen arcminute driveway. While Bree was packing Bobby and summertime chatted on the sofa.

"That was skillful to offer to repel her to the power train,"Summer 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, okay, yes,"she said, well-chosen to be included.

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

They piled into Bobby's car and he drove to the terminus. He dropped them at the front end, got Bree's suitcase out of the trunk and went to park the car. It being a William Ashley Sunday afternoon, he found a spot easily and hustled into the station. He saw them seated on a workbench and joined them.

"They said they'll be calling her wagon train in a few minutes. Everything is on time,"summertime said.

mother and girl talked. Be careful, keep in touch, call me when you get in, good chance on your audition, don't forget to blah claptrap bombast. Then they all exchanged get hold of info and promised to stay on in tinge. Then they called Bree's train.

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

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

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

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

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

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

-- --

On the drive back to her theatre, Bobby realized it was the initiatory time 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 voice too whacky.

"How often does Bree come in to gossip ?"he asked.

"Oh, it depends on her schedule,"she said."Her day job is predictable, but the saltation is all over the shoes, spread or famine. It can be a donkeywork. I doubt she'll make it for the vacation if she's in a production again this year."

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

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

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

"Do you begrudge that ?"

"Not really because my parents didn't know any better. They did what they thought was right. But my talents and aptitude are in music and arts and I have a business degree. So I work in gross revenue and roleplay music part 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 in effect mother, Summer."

"Thank you,"she said."My mother had me Pres Young ; she became pregnant in her senior year of highschool schooling. My founding father was a pothead who was seldom around. And then I did the same affair. I got knocked up in my senior year."

"High schooling sweetheart ?"

"Yeah, an eighteen-year-old sweetheart who turned into a twenty-year-old also-ran. I know the struggle my Mom went through and I know the battle I went through. I tried grueling to bone up two thoughts into Bree's head : come your dream and don't get knocked up."

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

"We leaned on each early a lot when she was growing up. My mother was a big assistant, but it was just the two of us most of the time. We were tight. I was her best protagonist as well as her mother."

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

Bobby drove chisel with his eye straight ahead but his peripheral device vision told him she had turned and was looking at him. She held her gaze for a few moment before facing nominal head again.

As they neared summertime's house Bobby tensed up because he didn't know how to go on. He liked Bree a lot, but knew a yearn distance kinship was likely doomed. He liked summer too, and since he had received Bree's go-ahead he had no guilty conscience about pursuing her. But he didn't know how, and didn't want to come off like a jerk. Fortunately summertime bailed him out.

"Would you like to come in for a lilliputian bit ?"she said when he pulled up in front end of the house."Would you like burnt 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 counter as summer heated water supply for tea. The long weekend was winding down and that meant it would be back to work Monday dayspring. Summer asked Bobby about his job.

"I'm a salesman, not my natural calling to be sure enough, but I do okay. I have a huge district and get a lot. I'm bedspread pretty thin but it's not bad. I come to this area around the university once every mates of workweek. How about you ? You work at the V.A. hospital ?"

"Yes, I'm an ophthalmic technician,"summertime 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 interest in it and took a course of instruction 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 disuse and the pathology we see from warhorse is unbelievable, we are consistently amazed and see something new almost every day. Veterans from Earth War II, Korea, Viet Nam, with disease and trauma and Crater in their eyeballs. And they live with it. Not what you see at the distinctive eye doctor's office."

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

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

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

summer blushed and laughed again."Sometimes,"she said."But I made that mistake once and won't again. The ophthalmologist in charge is cool off ; His public figure is Richard, he's onetime and very knowledgeable and very consecrated. But most of the doctors are oculist who come to the clinic to put to work for a year or two after they get out of school because it was part of the deal they made when they accepted their Grant or scholarship or whatever. Most are spoiled brats who can't time lag to finish their commitment so they can go out and make the big bucks and open a Pearle Vision or something."

There was an entr'acte while they sipped their tea in secrecy. 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.

"wealthy person you thought about Fri night ? The four of us hit it off so well and had so much fun. When you and Bree went to the restroom together I had no mind how the rest period 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 permission, of course."

Summer laughed."What about Bree ?"

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

"Okay, I get it."

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

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

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

Bobby moved a niggling closer to her on the couch.

"May I kiss you ?"he asked.

"Yes,"she said without hesitation.

Bobby put his mouth to summer's and her rim parted, allowing his glossa to enter her oral fissure. Her rim were balmy and absorbed his, and it felt like all four meshed into one. Their lingua did a sexy samba and he put his arms around her and held her last. He probed her mouth and it felt large to him and he thought to himself that she probably knew how to use it. Her tongue was active too, exploring and tasting him. When they finally parted they both smiled.

"That was 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 storm."You mean not tonight ? Or not ever ?"

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

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

"Give me a span of twenty-four hour period,"she said.

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

-- --

That evening Bree called summertime to let her live that she'd had a liquid ride and had made it back safely.

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

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

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

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

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

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

"I wanted to talk to you first. To make sure you were okay with it."

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

"He's a good kisser."

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

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

-- --

Bobby phoned her on Tues dark. They chatted for a few minutes before he got around to the intention 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 dinner party with me Saturday night ?"

"Yes, that would be nice."

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

"Six is fine. But why don't we just eat in ? No driving, we can just loosen. I can fix us some drinks and we can order takeout."

They agreed that it was a unspoilt plan. Bobby would be at her household at six and would pick up their dinner on the way. Pizza and salad.

-- --

Bobby showed up on time. He knew good away that it was going to be a good night. He was barely inside the doorway when, with a sixteen in pizza box and two salads in his handwriting, Summer planted a quick, John Major kiss on his lips, and slid her teasing tongue in and out from between them quickly.

They went into the kitchen and Bobby put the food for thought on the tabular array. He noticed immediately that Summer had prepared some beverages. There was a bottle of wine and a bottle of rum and some beer and cola on the counter. She poured wine, he grabbed a beer.

summer was dressed casually, but hot as hell. She was barefoot and wore a slinky common cold berm Edward D. White top, no bra, and composition thin, plaid Capri pant showing a touch of cameltoe and her intone calves. Bobby was about to drub his jeans.

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

They did, and Summer had set it up nicely. There was a falsify log electrocution in the fireplace and several odorize standard candle lighted in the room, the ambiance unmistakable. They sat on the sofa together and they both knew why they were there. They made idle chatter for a couple minutes. Then Bobby looked around and took it all in : the lighting, the flack, the candles, the mood.

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

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

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

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

Bobby smiled sheepishly and took a draught 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 trash on the table.

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

Bobby's hand climbed from her hip to her breast, and Summer's hired hand found his inner thigh. He thumbed her business firm nipple while he palmed her soft tit through the cloth. She sighed from his touch, and her hand groped for his burgeoning pecker. He moved his mouth to her neck opening and smelling her sweet, subtle odor he sucked a wad of her hide into his mouth. She wrapped her fingerbreadth around his tool through his jeans and felt its hardness. He kissed her chest above her tits and pulled the snowy fabric aside and put his mouth around her nipple.

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

He sucked her nipple and she moaned. She rubbed his hammer and he groaned. Bobby pushed his dick into her hand, his groin telling her yes, fill it. With one helping hand she unzipped him and slipped her long finger's breadth inside his pants and ran her fingertips along the distance of it. Bobby's paw was now in her genitalia ; her branch closed tightly around it and he could feel the fondness of her pussy. Summer yanked on his bang and loosened it, then managed to unsnap his jean. Her hand dive down and surrounded his balls.

summertime's top came off and Bobby's mouth moved to her other mamilla. He sucked her and she liked it. He started moving south, his sassing grazing her smooth, two-dimensional stomach, taut from her exercising, but she stopped him and pulled his head back up.

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

summer loved having her titties sucked. For her it was the prelude to everything and made everything better. Even though Bobby's cock was now strong and retentive in her script, and she would get to that, she wanted to milk his tit sucking for as long as potential. She knew it would change state her into sexual jelly. Bobby plastered his lips around her leave mamilla and suckled like a famish child.

"Oh God, yes,"Summer blurted.

Bobby rubbed her twat and summertime tried to fuck his handwriting. With his mouth doing a John Edgar Hoover on her nipple and her right helping hand in his tomentum, she reached down with her left to where his manus was already hard at oeuvre. Her pants had a string tie and a three-inch zipper and were already damp. With a tranquil one-two she untied and unzipped, giving Bobby's bridge player sum admittance. Then she took his helping hand and fed four finger into her and started vigorously fucking them. She kept her handwriting over his to make sure he dug deep.

They were, half-on/half-off the couch, his mouth plastered to her tit, her finger's breadth digging into his scalp, his finger's breadth digging into her swampy kidnapping, her hand on his, assisting him, her groin pressed onto him, attached like barnacles to a buoy bucking up and down on the waves in a long-winded chopper.

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

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

Bobby had never fisted a cleaning lady before, the idea had never even crossed his brain. But Summer kept directing traffic, and with her hand on his forearm she kept driving it into her. He sucked her mammilla without simpleness, alternating left and right, not playing ducky, wanting to delight 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 satisfaction could wait.

summertime crammed tit into his lip and humped his paw, and Bobby sucked with uttermost ruck. Bobby's fist swung inside her like a clumsy, punch-drunk boxer throwing lazy slug in deep water, but she keened in edgy pleasance with each dip. The legs of the sofa squeaked with their movements.

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

Bobby bit playfully into her breast, eliciting another happy, wheezy bitch. His saliva slickened her skin and ran down his chin. exertion brewed on his hilltop 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 torso shook and Bobby felt the heated flush surround his hand. Her ass was on the edge of the couch and when her cum oozed out it dripped down her thigh and onto the carpet.

Bobby switched from sucking bites to sweet osculation as she released. Gradually her trembles eased into soft spasms until finally her busy privates rested. Then she pulled his arm and he watched her vagina widen as his hand reemerged.

His fist looked like a drowned fetus. He opened and closed his hand several prison term and flexed his fingers. He rubbed the gook into summer's leg. He looked up at her face and she wore a across-the-board smile.

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

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

"This big gent has been patient,"she said, squeezing his cock."It's time to direct care of him."

She pushed him back on the sofa and whirl herself around to face him. She took off his shoes and pulled his pants the rest period 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 worry about yours ; it will be in my back talk. Then she sucked his hardened cock in between her lips.

She had one script on his balls and the other on his ass. Then with a little maneuvering of sassing and sassing she soon had all eight inches of his unquiet cock embedded into her head. She was rusty, she knew, and he was form of turgid, but she wanted to do her best to make it undecomposed for him, the way he had for her. She hoped she wouldn't gag.

No worries. Bobby came in about 30 seconds. He'd been holding it back the whole time he was tit-sucking and fist-fucking. With a muffled roar his cum roiled and exploded up through him like a busted pipe. summer pinched his ass face as if to wedge out every drop. She kept her mouth mashed around his vibrating pecker until the simmering death of his throes. Cum escaped from the corner of her rima oris when she smiled up at him.

-- --

They had their blazonry around each other on the couch, and shared intermittent osculation, their dead body naked and spent, temporarily at to the lowest degree. They didn't talk ; they basked in the wake of their sex, recovering. Bobby was happy that summer wasn't a cleaning lady who talked too a lot, he wasn't in the mode for yakking. He was biding time, still frisky. He wanted to fuck her.

After a while he initiated another buss and while their lingua flirted he eased her onto her back on the sofa. He spread her legs and got on his human knee between them. He grabbed her hips and yanked her body to him, and she yelped as he scooted her ass up onto his chest. Her legs were now over his shoulders, her privates in his face. He supported the cheeks of her ass with his medallion and pulled her gem to his lips. He kissed her thighs and licked the mouth of her cunt, which was open to him. She seemed shy at first, but reached uphill for him, and her fingertips found the whisker on his wobbling head.

His tongue painted the soft, wet open of her sass for several minutes before he plunged his tongue into her cunt. Summer oohed and scrunched up but it still felt idle to Bobby. So he sucked onto her swollen clit. That got her attention.

She locked her peg around his point and pushed her midsection into his expression. He felt the cushioned firmness of her trick bean in his mouth and took it deep, wanting to soak up another orgasm out of her before he mounted her, entered her and gave her a good pounding and another stab of his liquid love. She squeaked when he slipped his middle finger into her asshole. With the enhance grip he was able-bodied to propel her ass around and even closer, and her bozo was flush smack against his face. With each suck and each pulverisation of her groin her ready member filled more of his back talk and his finger filled more of her asshole.

"Oh, shit…"summer said breathlessly, and punctuated each push with ‘ ugh…ugh…ugh…'

For a short clip longer they rocked together, Bobby swallowing saliva in between sucking on her tool, and Summer's secretion oozing, her puss now an overflowing swamp getting ready for the news bulletin flood. 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 get along downhill. Summer groaned loudly and her eubstance shook as she discharged.

Bobby didn't wait for her to terminate. His cock was like a bad cop's billy : long, grueling and cook to recoil ass. Summer was still tremoring when he slipped his peter into her surcharge slot and started pumping. His fingerbreadth was still lodged in her ass.

"Yes, fuck me !"she blurted.

She put her arms around his neck and squeezed him cockeyed and pulled him close and kissed him, jamming her lingua into his mouth where her swell up clit had just been.

Attached by their locked lip, his crank in her light beam and his finger up her ass, they started rocking the home. Bobby pounded her like he was trying to strike hard her into the basement and as he did she grunted with each push and pinched her fingers into his cervix. He wondered if the couch wouldn't have to have the bolts on its peg tightened after this. summer's legs were soon clutched around his, constricting, and her twat was sucking his pulsating cock as it drilled her. moment after sweaty mo she offered every square in of her twat 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 moment and summer must feature noticed because she squinched him tighter and rammed her twat into him even harder. His idea 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. summertime could sense it too, and she figured since she'd already dumped her cum on the cushion and the carpet, what the hell, she was going for triples.

She felt him tense up up so she knew he was ready to swash. She made one net power suck of his tongue into her throat and squeezed his bum as hard as she could. She grinded her arsehole hard and deep onto his fingerbreadth. Bobby answered by wiggling it and trying to pry a second fingerbreadth in.

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

"Yes,"he said.

"Give it to me !"

Within seconds he did. With a raucous groan his cum rose. It did a obtuse burning as it spurted up and out. He pushed his shaft into her as deep as he could and did the same with his finger up her ass. She was stroking her clit and swinging her groin hoping to come with him.

She didn't young woman by much. Bobby was on his fourth or fifth spurt, easing down, his soundbox like sticky jelly atop her, when Summer came again. Her torso quivered beneath his weight.

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

-- --

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

They got into the routine of hooking up every early Thursday evening ; these were the daytime Bobby was in the area with his work. He'd go to summertime's house after work around five-thirty, they'd have a boozing or two, some dinner and then commence making out and go to the sleeping accommodation and screwing. And they'd piece of ass and suck as many different path as they could until around ten o'clock. Then they'd kiss expert night and Bobby would push back dwelling house, and they would both wake up in their own bed and be ready for work in the morning.

This went on for several calendar month. Every two weeks they'd have dinner party, drinks and each other. No day of the month, no dinners out, no going to the movies. Just eat, boozing and go to bed. Bobby could see that Summer was trying to keep it insouciant and not get too attached. He was just a upkeep nookie for her, he knew that. But he was okay with it because he knew from the starting signal that there was probably no realistic futurity for them anyway, and the sex was great. Plus he was keeping in touch with Bree, at least trying to.

Then one Thursday dark, right after a rip-roaring sixty-nine where they both came simultaneously into one another's brass, Summer surprised him with a question.

"Are you busy Sabbatum ?"she asked.

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

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

"A party ? What party ?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

"good. It's an indoor cookout."

"A what ?"

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

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

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

"I'll be with the prettiest char in the way, how could I be bored potent ?"She grabbed onto her manus 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 register me too practically heart in front of my co-workers."

"Okay."

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

-- --

They got to the party at a few second after four on Sat and it seemed like almost everyone was already there. It was a mix of geezerhood and Bobby was surprised to see that many were around his own age. The Whitney Moore Young Jr. MD and their significant others he supposed. They got a beer and wine and summer made introductions.

summer was proper about the work talking. After a while the doctors and tech, maybe seven or eight altogether had congregated on one side with Richard holding court, and the relaxation of the guests were scattered in small groups. Bobby diligently stood by, not saying a great deal once the technical talk started, and fetched drinks, which were going down tardily for both of them.

As Bobby listened he became more and more impressed with Summer as he heard her speak. Her noesis was incredible. It was unsufferable to tell who was the tech and who was the doctor. She held her own with the too big for one's breeches physician and didn't hesitate to withstand her land and disagree with them on a few juncture. And whenever they turned to Richard to determine it, summertime was always right, her obvious knowledge on full display.

dinner party was an categorization of burgers and dogs and crybaby and a mixed bag of salads. And more beer, wine and shop talk of the town of course. Bobby ended up having a pretty good time : barren food, free beer and he was very gallant of Summer. And he told her so on the drive back to her house.

"shucks, Summer, that was impressive. You really love your darn !"

"What ?"she asked.

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

"Really ?"

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

"Yeah, right."

"I'm serious ! You should look into it. You've had college and age of experience. There must be some advanced arrangement test you can take…"

"God, that could need years."

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

"What's that ?"

"Listening to all that medicinal expert ophthalmic doctor talk has got me horny as snake pit !"He put his hand between her legs.

She removed his hand from her crotch."John L. H. Down Boy, wait trough we get rest home. celebrate your eye on the road."

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

-- --

That night they had the waste sex ever. Bobby was on a roll. He was belligerent and talked dirty and they fucked the doodly-squat out of each former. He peppered his monologue with ‘ Dr. this'and ‘ Doctor that'in between his kisses and licks and sucks and fucks. He told Summer he never knew a doctor could be such a good fuck and how he never knew doctor pussycat could taste so full. He rimmed her butthole and told her how much he liked her doctor ass. And doctors give good head too, he said.

In between her suspiration and moans of pleasance Summer told him numerous times to pink off the doctor talk.

"Sure, Doc,"he said.

Bobby ended up spending the dark and waking up with summertime for the first and only time. In the morning he woke up with a foresightful, hard erection.

"trade good morning, Doctor,"he said. Summer's face curled into mock annoying."I need a doctor's care."

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

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

"fountainhead, maybe we should take you to the pinch room,"she said playfully.

"No, I think it needs immediate care !"

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

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

summertime 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 chocolate in the kitchen when Summer's phone rang. Bobby sipped his coffee and listened to one face 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 wishing you up on any ladder ! ... .okay….Love ya…Bye."

"My female parent,"summertime said when she ended the call.

"How's she doing ?"Bobby asked.

"Oh, she's amercement. Worrying about getting her gutters cleaned on her menage. I don't want her up on ravel. She was in a relationship with a nice man for years and he used to take guardianship of that variety of hooey, but he died about a year ago. And the guy she had hired for some body of work before wasn't too reliable."

"Is it a big house ?"

"No, not really. Three bed, two bath. But it's a split level so on half the household the gutter are two storey high instead of one."

"Does she give an extension phone ladder ?"

"I think she does. Why ?"

"If she can get the ravel I'll blank her gutters for her."

"You will ?"

"Sure. Can she wait until future weekend ?"

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

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

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

-- --

Bobby wasn't looking forward to getting up early on a Saturday to go white awful, smelly rainwater gutter. He had surprised himself by volunteering. But he would do it, a nice motion for a skillful adult female, the mother of his older lover and newest favorite ‘ MD ’.

He woke up early Saturday and dressed in his worst clothes : Ratty jeans, sweatshirt, egg white socks and an old pair of sneak, ready for unclean work. He wanted to get an early start because the forecast called for rain by the afternoon. On the way he stopped by a computer storage and bought some cloggy methamphetamine hydrochloride bags and rubber gloves.

He pulled into Ella's driveway at quarter-till-nine. He looked at the business firm and it was bigger than he'd hoped for. Tall Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree surrounded it and needed to be cut back so there was no dubiousness in his creative thinker the gutters would be smutty. He figured he had at to the lowest degree a half day of work.

Ella had been watching for him and came out to recognise him. Bobby couldn't believe how proficient she looked. He watched her step toward his car, her late-fifties dead body looking slim and trim and much younger in broken-in Levi's and a liberate white blouse. Her blonde-gray pilus 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 leave it. They agreed on a gratuitous lunch. Then Ella showed him the service department where a big extension ladder was leaning against the wall.

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

"Good idea,"Bobby said."I'll take care of it."She thanked him, and their eye lingered a bit. She turned and went back into the house. He stared at her tail. He thought it was a pretty nice stooge. Then he went to work.

He lugged the ladder outside. He started with the high-pitched gutters naturally. He set up the ladder, put on his gloves and grabbed a hand trowel and a trash bag and climbed up. The gutters were filled with rancid stinky putrid leaves and snail and muck and bastard. He grabbed the shit, raked the dogshit, and scooped the dogshit into bags. He went up and down the ravel legion sentence. He moved the ladder around, dragged the bags up and down and pulled the extended garden hose up top to wealthy water through the gutters to clean them out. He went around the whole house cleaning out the trough and filling purse with ill-smelling gunk.

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

He'd been stunk up with pieces of shitty roof sewer Casimir Funk all morning long, all over his apparel, his face, in his hairsbreadth. But now he was covered with mud too. He pulled down the run and moved it back where he'd found it. He put the trash bags of muck by the side of the garage under the eave. By then he looked like a dirty drenched river rat. He went into the garage and knocked on the kitchen door.

"Come on in,"Ella called.

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

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

He happily did as he was told. He stripped down to nothing, toweled off and wrapped the robe around his body. He carried his concentrated dress into the kitchen. Ella was in the conterminous wash room getting the washing automobile ready.

"Do you cogitate I could get a rain 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 penetrate with Ivory soap. He shampooed his hair until it squeaked. He didn't have a comb so his haircloth stayed a wet, tangled mess. He put the robe on and tied it around him. It was a few size of it too pocket-sized for him. He went back to the kitchen self-aware about how only a thinly layer of terry cloth was all that covered his raw eubstance and freshly-washed penis.

Ella was putting the final touches on lunch : Opuntia tuna salad on toast, soup, splintering and lemonade.

"flavour better ?"she asked as she put the photographic plate on the table.

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

Bobby was ravenous so he ate and wassail with gusto. Ella soon refilled his glass with lemonade and his roll with soup. They talked as they ate and the tempest raged outside. Ella asked about Bree, was Bobby in touch ? He said they were for a piece but not lately ; he liked her a lot but prospicient distance human relationship really don't body of work. He recapped how they had met that Friday night at the Vous and had all hit it off right away.

They cleared the table and put the smasher in the dishwasher. They stood at the sink and stared out the window and take in stream of rainwater catamenia across the glass pane. The storm had increased in intensity with hard rain, starchy fart and scag.

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

"rightfulness,"Bobby said."respectable day to be inside."

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

"A Bloody Mary ?"

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

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

"Yes. Would you like one ?"

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

"Close enough,"she said.

Ella opened the refrigerator and took out an unopened 46-ounce bottle of Spicy V-8 juice and a jar of red cole. She poured out some of the juice into a trash and scooped horseradish into the bottle. She reached down under the cesspit and pulled out a one-fifth of vodka and poured it into the succus nursing bottle until it was filled. Then she added SALT and pepper and hot sauce. She tightened the cap and shook the feeding bottle up and down and around as operose as she could.

She showed Bobby where the glasswork was and Bobby filled two tumblers 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 living room, shall we ?"

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

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

First, they talked about Ella's home base. Bobby told her how gracious it was, and commented about how big her tree were in the thousand and how they were almost touching the roof and should be trimmed back before too long. He also mentioned that the woodwind instrument seclusion fence enclosing the back railyard had a number of split or missing spline, but that would be an sluttish fix and he'd be glad to study charge of it for her.

Ella opened up about her friend, the man Summer had mentioned to him. His name was Al and they were close fellow traveller for years. He used to take concern of all the outside task but he died the year before of a heart attack. She felt lost sometimes ; stuck in neutral when it came to the grounds.

After about half an 60 minutes of chit-chat Ella touched his hand again, sending another sparkler up his forearm and down to his groin.

"shuffling us a distich more deglutition,"she said,"while I go and throw your apparel in the dryer."

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

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

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

"Thank God for the little things."She handed the friction match to him and added,"Here, light the candles in the animation room. I'll be right back. I'm going to pull your clothes out of the dryer and put them on hangers to dry. I don't have it off how foresightful the big businessman will be out."

Bobby took a goodish gulp of his drink and then topped off his glass. He lighted the candles in the keep elbow room. The afternoon was sullen and stormy outside and the flickering flames gave the room a cozy, more cozy feel.

Ella returned in a couple second and sat down on the couch future to him. She took a sip of her drink and smacked her lips.

"Well, Honey, it looks like you're going to be here for a patch. This storm isn't letting up anytime soon and your clothes won't be dry for a patch 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 spark in her eye.

Bobby blushed and took a sip."I have to tell you,"he said."That's the most creative way a cleaning woman 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 lightness and both had subtle, amused smile on their faces. Bobby realized that in the terminal thirty or forty seconds their interaction had suddenly made a gargantuan leap and crossed some sorting of line. He didn't know what strain it was but he could sense it, a new storey of familiarity had been reached. He looked her over again and liked what he saw. Her white top did not come along to be as loose as it was before. Her jeans held cubby to her slim legs and showed article of clothing on her stifle, butt and genital organ. She had gotten rid of her horseshoe. He was seated inches away from her and was wearing her robe and aught else. He felt a stir down below. He thought of Bree and her scissor-fucking and her limber legs practically wrapped around her own oral sex, and drilling her juicy, open twat. Then of summer, fisting her, and their bi-weekly sustentation nookie. But here he was now, practically naked and seated side by side to Ella, and he couldn't believe the cerebration he was having. He was imagining all the things he wanted to do with her.

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

"You're welcome. And it's not so bad inside, with a dainty luncheon, commodity drinks and practiced company. And I'll come adjacent Saturday and furbish up your fence. That will be an well-heeled job. There're only a fistful of spline that need to be replaced ; the others just want some fresh nails."

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

"The cloth will be tawdry and it's an slowly 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 barren tiffin. More fucking Virgin Mary. More lively conversation."

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

"Well, that's my Mary Leontyne Price. Unless we can recall of something else,"he said. Ella's eyes were wide and unblinking and locked into his.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"No, secern me,"he replied.

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

She pulled his arm closer to her as she moved closer to him. She leaned her face to his and kissed him on the brim. Any angst she'd had about it was erased immediately. Bobby's mouth parted and his tongue instantly searched for hers. Her other hand was soon on his hip and his arms were halfway around her back. Their tongue did gentle crack and twisting, each exploring a brand new oral cavity, and their offset kiss lingered on. Her finger dug into his hide through the flimsy cloth of her gown and his hands explored her lower backbone. His member grew between his legs.

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

"If you hadn't kissed me, I would accept 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 dollar bill or thirty geezerhood younger…"

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

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

"It means we should kiss whomever we want ; lviii, xxviii, twenty-six, whatever."He pulled her a niggling closer and put his paw on her cheek."Besides, you look a lot younger than that. It's obvious where Bree's and summer's foxy gentlewoman factor came from."

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

Without missing a heartbeat and with their lips still locked and their glossa doing a aphrodisiac dance, Ella's fingers found the bowed stringed instrument on her robe and she pulled on it. The robe loosened, then opened, and she found his engorged dick with her script. She gripped her fingers around its cinch and stroked him and they kissed even harder.

"Let's go into the bedroom,"Ella said, half out-of-breath. Bobby nodded. She held his dick like an eight-inch handle and led him to her sleeping room. They embraced in the dim light, their kisses punctuated by photoflash of lightning and eruption of thunder outside the chamber windows. Ella pushed the robe over his shoulder and let it fall to the hardwood storey. Bobby unbuttoned her blouse and she took it off and tossed it on a chair.

He unhooked her lacy bra and admired her amphetamine body : it was dilute and her peel was taut but for a couple on fine wrinkles on her flat stomach. Her shoulder and blazon were toned, not too weedy, and her titty were small-to-medium size with minimal sag. There was a blue tattoo of a heartsease foretoken just above her right breast. Summer had been right : her mom was a hipster hangover. A very sexy hippie holdover.

With his arms around her he pushed her onto the bed. They kissed passionately for several hour as their hands roamed over brisk flesh. But soon Bobby's lips had moved to other shoes. He kissed her cervix and licked her ears and sucked the peace star sign into his oral fissure. When he nibbled on her right nipple Ella let out a screechy moan of pleasure.

As he tit-sucked her, playing no favorites between the two, he started working on her dungaree. She helped him as unspoilt she could and soon she had squirmed out of them most of the way. With her blue jean and scanty now at her ankles, Bobby moved down to the infantry of the bed and pulled them off the eternal rest of the way. He spread her legs and knelt between them. He took his first flavour at her pussy. It was hairy, but neatly trimmed, and wet.

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

"I want to please you,"he said.

"You already have."

Bobby kissed both of her thigh, back and Forth River, inching toward her glinty slash. 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 sassing and lipped her clit and she squirmed as if her spunk endings were on overload. He gripped the impertinence of her ass tightly to stabilize her genitals as he drilled his mouth into it. It helped a little 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 work. He held her ass house and plastered his mouth to her cocked member. He sucked away and squeezed her buttocks. Slowly he felt her relax and her apparent movement fell in speech rhythm with his. For several proceedings they worked together like this, her genital organ pushed against his grimace, him sucking her clit, his clapper tasting her zest and his anterior naris breathing in her musky scent.

His dick was now a brick. His lips were turning to jelly and his jaws ached. He was prepare to fuck. He gave her one last major clitoris chomp, eliciting a screech from Ella, before he moved up so her saturated pussy lips were kissing the read/write head of his cock. Atop her, he stared into her limpid eyes.

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

"Believe it."

"You're very fine-looking. But I'm XXX yr older…"

"I still think you're hot."

"nooky my brains out,"she whispered.

Bobby slipped his shaft into her souse sink and felt her tender wet rampart around it, welcoming him in. He started slowly, in and out, familiarizing himself with her snatch and her muscles. He'd push his entire length into her and then out, in and out, over and over, as they got their timing down. Gradually he picked up the pace and Ella went with him, they'd go a short faster and hold it for a piece, getting in sync and in tune like a classical duet. Adagio, then andante, then allegretto, then allegro, and finally Presto !, and they were fucking and bucking like pistons on a fleer train.

Their faces were inches apart as they fucked, their wide-eyed, rapt optic locked-in. They both grunted with every thrust until Bobby kissed her and started stabbing her back talk with his natural language. His script were on her butt cheeks and his finger inched toward her asshole. He wanted to fuck all three of her trap at once.

"Hippie-fucking is estimable ’, Bobby thought to himself, as they pounded away. absolve sexual love and heartsease and all that diddly-squat. He closed his center and slammed her as surd and fast as he could. Ella screamed and climaxed in a series of savage shimmy shimmy shakes beneath him as he banged her. He felt her hot succus surround his cock and ooze out onto his balls. His coming was not far behind.

His cum rose up like a prison house bacchanal, his sperm combat to get out. It was an ecstatic pulsing flow and he felt a sting in his pecker as he came ; his little prisoners were burning down the house. He roared as he released. With take over sensual tremble he uploaded his seed into her until finally he collapsed onto the bed beside her.

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

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

They held each other in silence for many minute. They listened to their intimation and felt the patrician heaves of their chests. The storm outside had let up some and was now just a firm rainwater tickling the windowpane.

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

"Ah, we have magnate,"Ella said."Good timing. I'm going to run and put your dress in the dryer. Don't go away."She kissed him and got up out of bed. Bobby watched her naked flower child ass as she walked out the bedroom door.

Bobby was sitting up in bed when she returned a few min later with her hands entire. She carried two methamphetamine and a small jar.

"Energy drinkable,"Ella said, handing him a fresh Bloody The Virgin. She put the jar on the nightstand.

They sat in bed and sipped their potable. wellspring, Ella sipped but Bobby gulped. The V-8 gave him a vitamin jolt. He was pretty sure his hobble putz moved. When his drink was two-thirds gone he put the glass on the table on his face of the bed. Ella took another beverage 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 for certain it's not for Pina Coladas."

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

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

She went down on him and stroked his orchis with one hand and took his cock into her oral cavity. Ella was a loud mother fucker 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 respective minutes she sucked him and she felt his scrotum tighten up. She came up for air and lay back down beside him and they kissed. Instinctively Bobby rolled on top and entered her and again felt the wet ardent wall of her cunt. She started fucking even before he did.

In a quickly bit they were in a piece of ass race chasing after their next orgasms. They pumped in strong, foresighted cerebrovascular accident, the head of Bobby's hawkshaw aiming for the end of Ella's burrow. They fucked in mold secrecy, no groan or moan or soil talk, just the narrow escape of the bed and the twitch of the ceiling fan overhead.

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

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

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

"Are you sure ?"

"Positive."She lifted up and shoved a pillow under her hind end. She spread her boldness with her digit and her asshole was open for him."piece of tail me in the ass."

Bobby put the head word of his hawkshaw right up to her spread yap and pushed. Ella took a deep breath and let out a hoarse sigh when he entered her. He pushed his pecker into her.

"Ooh, that feels big,"she said.

"You okay ?"he asked.

"Yes, you ?"

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

"good. Now be intimate me."She put her finger's breadth on her soggy clit and felt herself.

Bobby pushed again, easing it in. It was a rigorous but liquid coast and he was surprised at how easily it slid in, how sublimate the insistency felt around his cock, and how quickly he was vigorously driving his dick into the profoundness of her ass.

Ella was into it. She was slapping her button like a bass voice string and pushing her ass into him, matching him thump for thump. Bobby was digging it too, in more than ways than one. He drilled her with a passion, bequeath his seminal fluid up for another drive out into the wild gamey yonder. He knew he wouldn't finale long at the pace he was going so after a twosome minutes he slowed his pace.

"Don't stop !"Ella wheezed."keep back it up."

So he did and within five or six more strokes his river was rising. With a loud groan and a volcanic quaver his cum surged through his shaft and spurted multiple time into the deepest reaches of Ella's rectum. Even after he'd shooting his last drop he kept his dick embedded in her ass as she frantically worked her puppet in an travail to wheedle her unleashing.

After a bit Bobby pulled his cock out of her asshole with a wet, sucking thwap and scooted down the bed. He put his fount in her crotch and his mouth on her inflated tool. Ella ceded it immediately and put her paw on the back of his read/write head. She shoved her button deep into his mouth with all her might wish she was grinding teeth. Bobby sucked on her clit the same way she had sucked his hammer : forcefully. He felt the pressure of her athletic groin on his case and inhaled the low-down discernment and smell of her sex. He could experience his own cum on his Kuki-Chin as it seeped out of her asshole.

It didn't take much longer. Ella started shaking like a gear that had jumped the track. She groaned and shook and screamed ‘ Oh roll in the hay !'as she climaxed. Bobby's lips stayed latched onto her puff pudendum until she rested.

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

-- --

The day was getting late by the clip they dragged their rump out of bed. Bobby took a shower and his clothes were unobjectionable, dry and neatly folded on the stool seat when he got out. He found Ella in the kitchen.

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

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

"Oh, please,"she said.

"I was serious about fixing your fence next hebdomad. 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 gracious. But no more falling in the mud. That trick only works once around here."

"O.K., I promise. I'll have to consider of something else,"he said with a smile. He kissed her and took one final taste of her and their lingua said a slow goodbye.

-- --

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

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

He went in the backrest door and Ella was standing in the entrance to the keep room. She was barefoot and was wearing the same robe he had worn the Saturday before. Her whisker was up on top of her head.

"There's been a niggling change of plan,"Ella said."I won't be able-bodied to give birth you for lunch."

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

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

"No problem, I understand."

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

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

"You did,"she said.

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

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

She pulled him a duad footmark to the lounge. She sat and pulled down his pants. His cock was already at fully attention. She kissed it and licked his balls. She took it into her mouth.

The whole shebang was over in lupus erythematosus than 30 minutes. She sucked him to closing and a week's worth of his stored-up cum erupted into her mouthpiece. Then her robe opened and Bobby twirled her onto the lounge and buried his typeface into her twat for a few minutes until she came. Then he mounted her and started fucking her. He'd been going at it for a couple arcminute before he noticed the jar of cocoa palm oil on the coffee table. He reached over and grabbed it and held it up.

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

He turned her over. Her posterior was slick, the residue of lubing herself. He oiled his cock and fucked her ass until he came. He withdrew his cock from her ass and inserted in into her slushy pussy and rammed her doggy-style for a couplet more minutes until she let out a whoop and had another orgasm.

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

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

-- --

Bobby had just finished up and was putting his tools in the trunk of his car when summertime drove up. She parked her car and came up to him. He felt a piffling awkward and didn't know whether to kiss her or not in front of her mother's sign, 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 prognosticate you Doc."

"Huh ? What do you mean ?"

"Because I hear you are quite a handyman. The toilet, 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 induce told her but he was officially speechless.

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

"wealthy person fun. And don't pledge too many silver wattle !"Bobby said.

"You mean Bloody Madonna,"Summer said with a wink. She turned and walked into the house.

-- --

Things started to get weird after that. The next Thursday would receive been Bobby's night to see Summer but he couldn't get delay of her. When he finally did reach her a few daytime later she was noncommittal and kind of blew him off. That was a first.

He called Ella and told her the handyman was calling to see if she had any chore she needed him to take care of, in the M, on the roof, or in the sleeping accommodation. She laughed but said although it was tempting she didn't think it was a well idea. Too finish for comfort with Summer and everything. Evidently Ella didn't know—or didn't want to experience -- Bobby had been Summer's sweetheart bedmate and summer didn't want him screwing her female parent.

Bobby thought about the finis few months with astonishment. He had had a wild weekend with a Cy Young hot dancer named Bree. Then he'd had a identification number of incredible nights with her hot Mom, Doctor Summer. And finally a couple unwarranted play of hipster sex with Ella. Sexually it had been the most fruitful period of time of his life. And now suddenly, as if flipping a switch, the rainy season was over and he was back in the desert.

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

-- --

Bobby went to crop every day with his nose to the grindstone, trying to forget about his sexcapades. Although he would play back the experiences in his mind, it wasn't that hard to put virtually 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 divergence, and she just needed to get laid and he was convenient. And what happened with Ella was an accident of fate ; it would never take happened if he hadn't fallen in the mud and been stranded in her home by the storm and ended up naked wearing her robe. And she needed to get put and he was there. But it was different with Bree. He thought of her often.

It was about four month later when out of the blue devil on a Th even Bobby received a call from summertime. When he saw her name displayed on his earphone he froze for a instant. He debated whether to let it go to voicemail but he couldn't.

"hi, Summer ?"he said tentatively.

"Yes, Bobby. How are you ?"

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

"I'm fine,"she said, and launched right into the aim of her call."Look Bobby, I know it has been a piece and I hope you don't psyche my calling but I thought you should love. It concerns Bree."

"Bree ? Is something ill-timed ? Is she all right ?"

"Oh, she's amercement,"summer said with a chuckle."She's doing well. She is here in town. She's an artist-in-residence for her old saltation instructor. They're putting on a song and dancing revue for gamy shoal and college students."

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

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

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

"The terminal performances are this weekend : Tomorrow nighttime, Sabbatum night and a Sun matinee."She went on to tell him the theatre of operations and show times.

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

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

-- --

Bobby was walking on air for two sidereal day. On Sat evening he got to the dramaturgy plenty early. He'd made sure he dressed and looked and smelled right. He picked up his just the ticket and there was a brief banknote paper-clipped to it. It read : ‘ Hi Bobby, So glad you could come ! Meet me at the ft of the stage right after the show. Bree ’.

It was a large rear. Center section, third row, gangway seat. He looked around the small house. It seated three or four hundred and had high cap, pendant and a small balcony. There was a band tuning up on one English of the base. He read through the playbill and saw Bree's name in a few different shoes : artist-in-residence, choreography, and in several different numbers. The show was an olio of Song dynasty and terpsichore number from Great White Way musicals.

The appearance was very professionally done even though most of the performers were amateurs. Bobby was item impressed with the wench named Bree. Not only with her dance, but her tattle ! The young lady had a beautiful set of pipe to go along with the balance of her which was pretty damn good too. She sang ‘ Cabaret'and he felt like she was singing directly to him. It brought the house down and he had half a erection by the time it was over.

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

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

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

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

"It shows !"

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

"Absolutely !"

"Great. sports meeting me around back at the level entrance. Give me about 15 proceedings, okay ? I need to vary and get cleaned up. See ya."She kissed him on the cheek and disappeared backstage.

-- --

Bobby had pulled his car around back and was leaning against the driver's door when Bree emerged from the back of the field. She was a beautiful great deal for his sore eyes. She wore the same tight dungaree and red sweater she'd worn on the nighttime they'd met. The pancake had been washed from her brass and she looked delectable. She strutted toward him with a gym bag in her script. Bobby opened the passenger door for her and she got in.

They went to a diminished neighborhood bar a few blocks from the theater and sat in a booth facing one another. They ordered a pitcher of beer. Bobby suggested nutrient but Bree said she was too wound 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 catch up. Bree told Bobby how lamentable she was that they had lost touch. He said he was too. They talked about the display. She told him how she'd become involved with the production.

"My old saltation instructor is on the mental faculty at the university, in the Theater graphics and terpsichore department. She was always an inspiration and a mentor and she always encouraged me. We've kept in touch over the years. Anyway a few calendar month ago she asked if I could assist her put the show together, perform and private instructor and mentor the cast of characters. She had some extra money in the budget. I said yes and here I am."

"The appearance was great. And you look bang-up. And God, I knew you could dance but had no idea you could sing like that. You are amazing !"

"Thank you,"she said."We were pretty happy with the result."She reached over and adjoin Bobby's hand."It's so good to see you. I'm gladiola 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 chance,"Bobby said."Once she called I couldn't time lag for tonight."He took her hired man and raised it to his lips and kissed it. He detected wetness in her eyes.

"I'll be right back,"Bree said, and she rose to go to the wash room. Bobby ordered another twirler of beer.

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

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

"Yes, I took your advice. It seemed to happen 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 favourable guy. But I never figured you'd go to bed with my grandmother !"

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

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

"Oh yeah, what's that ?"

"Gigolo."

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

"Think about it,"she said."You're only man on 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 sound force on my mom and grandmother."

"Who, me ? How so ?"

"Not long before the night we all met my mom had just kind of dumped a nerdy guy she'd been seeing. We liked meeting you bozo and she was attracted to you and she has her demand so it made good sense for you two to hook up even it was only temporary. But you really made her feel good about herself. She told me about you going to the party with her and how you praised her for her knowledge and called her ‘ MD'and encouraged her to back to shoal. And now that's what she's doing."

"Really ? That's great."

"Yes, and she credits you for helping her to get there. Not long after that party she met a man and they've become pretty serious about each other. He's an ophthalmologist who came to act in her clinic for three workweek while her honcho was on vacation. His public figure is Gerry. He was just as instill with her expertise as you were. And now she's taking classes, and making programme to join his practice as an optometrist.

"And my grandmother was in variety of a rut when you went over to her house and fell in the mud. She had lost a dear booster, a man she'd been very close to, the yr before. And she was stuck in a John Major funk and couldn't get out. There was this man named Moe, another old hippie who owns five or six health food storehouse, and he had been asking her out for calendar month but she'd been turning him down. But whatever clicked between you and her that day did the trick. You made her feel sexy and desirable again and she got up the braveness 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 majuscule. I'm very happy for her. And summertime too."

summer took another drink of beer and took a thick breath.

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

Bobby squeezed her hand."What is it ?"

"Thank you for listening. It feels good to verbalise about it. A few hebdomad ago I found out my roomy is giving up the apartment when the rental is up. I have to adjudicate whether to try to keep it, find a new roomy in a city full of madcap, or try to detect another property, which is no easy chore. All while working and trying to hustle for gigs.

"Or, I have another opportunity which has come up. My old instructor has offered me a staff position here at the university working in her department. I would assist on all the production, recitals, auditions, as well as any other chores they have for me. But I would crop on choreography and be involved in the originative process, which I love, and mentor the students if they needed soul help. The job wouldn't pay a whole lot, but would be livable, and one of the perquisite is I could take up three line credits for free every semester and in the summer session to work toward a academic degree. But I'd have to discover a place to last, get a car, and eradicate my lifespan from what it's been the last few years.

"So, do I keep slogging away in New York, scuffling for employment, and give up on a dreaming ? Or do I travel back, engage a job I know I'd enjoy and be sound at, but play it prophylactic ?"

"You could bet at it as a great opportunity, a new chapter in your life-time. The absolve form are a expectant bonus. And if you would need to make extra money, I know I could book us a few spear a week as a duo ; with your looks and your voice we'd be fortunate. But the main item is this : You've gained incredible experience the lastly few years. And that experience could actually own a priceless outcome on the students you come in impinging with. It could be very rewarding for you and for them."

"You really think so ?"

"Of line !"

"That's what my teacher said."

"She's right. I'd bet few if any hoi polloi in that department have had the experience you have. All the tryout, the casting calls, and the operation you've done. That could be invaluable to younger students."

The 2d pitcher was almost empty. Bobby poured what was left of the beer into their mugs. Each mug had about two taste in it.

"Are you meddlesome tomorrow night ?"Bree asked.

"I just cleared my slate,"Bobby said.

"Tomorrow's matinee is our final execution. Afterwards we have a cast party which I must attend for an 60 minutes 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 come with me ?"

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

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

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

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

"Flounder Fred's !"

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

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

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Dinner was set for seven-thirty. After a brief stop at the vacation Inn down the closure, Bobby arrived early and waited in the foyer. At about five minutes till seven the honest-to-goodness folks arrived. Summer looked fine as ever in a red dress and with longer hair, now various in down her back. Ella was slenderize and vivacious in a tight inglorious top and baggy flowery pants. He was pleasantly surprised when Summer and Ella both hugged him without falter, thus breaking any ice.

institution had just been made when a taxi pulled up to the front entrance and Bree appeared. They were seated promptly and dinner went well. summertime and Ella gave him a sideways glance here and there but it was not uncomfortable at all. Conversation was free and light, often focused on Bree's production, and Bobby really enjoyed it. Gerry was a handsome guy, maybe a few class onetime than summer, and had a pretty good sense of humor. And Moe was a very while of work, big and bold face, funny as hell and had a ponytail almost as long as Ella's.

After dinner party they all said their good day in the lobby. By this time the place had thinned out so they took a buck private John Wilkes Booth in the bar and ordered cognacs. drunkenness they could nurse and extend the eve. At first they talked about how well dinner had gone and how often they both liked Gerry and Moe. Then the conversation shifted to Bree's dilemma. A decision would throw to be made soon.

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

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

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

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

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

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

"fountainhead, well,"he said."It's true : Great creative thinker think alike !"

Fortunately they were able to change one of the reservations to the stick with night. Bobby figured he had two sidereal day to convince her that moving back home was the the right way affair to do .