coffee bean, TEA, OR ternion ?

Bobby and Carl were old college brother. They lived in the same dorm for three year and they partied together, played intramural sports together, and sometimes even studied together. Carl was a year ahead of Bobby but they ended up graduating at the same clock time. Once they graduated they worked multiple jobs for a few calendar month to save 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 room. Bobby was blond, tall and lean-muscled, a ballplayer, a base runner and a musician ; Carl was dark-coated, heavyset and had been an amateurish boxer and had a crooked nose as a effect. Bobby was into medicine and the artwork and liked to camp and hike up ; Carl liked to work on cars, go search and fishing and stay on at the Best western sandwich. In their college afterlives Bobby was a gross revenue rep for an athletic habiliment manufacturing business and played music on the side ; Carl was a coach for a firm that refurbished metro buses. But they were trade good champion, shared the same sense of sense of humour, and made it a point to get together every few months for a night out.

This story begins on one of those nighttime. Carl and Bobby were 26 and 25 year old, and it was a Friday night, the day after Thanksgiving. They decided to meet at one of their old hangouts, The Vous, a pub near the university campus where they'd gone to college. It was a seat that had a beer and wine-colored licence, but sold no hard hard drink. It was known for flashy pitchers, live music and a gamy threshold for daftness, at least back when they were in school.

Bobby lived about forty-five minutes away from campus and Carl lived an 60 minutes away in the opposite commission so they drove separately and met out front of The Vous. They went inside to the bar, ordered two feeding bottle of beer and a pitcher of Coke, and then found a little table off to the side and took buttocks. The beers were mostly for display. The twirler of Coke was for the bottle of rum Carl had stuffed in his jacket.

The spot was dead for a Friday, which made sense since it was Thanksgiving weekend and most students had gone rest home for the holiday. Only two other mesa were occupied in addition to a handful of habitue at the bar. There was a trio setting up on stage. While Carl surreptitiously stirred rum into the twirler of Coke, Bobby went over to the ring to put in himself, as player are wont to do. He wanted to see if they had any mutual musical friends.

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

Bobby sat back down at the table with Carl and they commenced to shooting the shit, sipping beer and chasing it with Cuba Libres. They talked about the usual stuff and nonsense they talked about when they got together : jobs, mutant, women and college. Finally, after about twenty minutes the stripe kicked it into gear. Immediately Bobby could hear that the band was really mingy 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 slow 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 Booth on the far side of meat, and two young woman at a deuce not far from their own table.

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

The girls were fine looking and were sharing a carafe of vino. One was blonde, with shoulder-length frizzly Robert F. Curl, and looked to be in her other 1920s. The former was a few years older but looked just as luscious, with the Saame crisp hairsbreadth, only she was brunette. Both were slim and sexy in tight blue jean, Blondie with a cubby red jumper and the older gal in a cream-colored blouse. Both looked good enough to eat, and somewhat out of topographic point at this dump.

"They must be baby,"Bobby said.

"Sister ? Really ?"

"Yeah, looking at at their eyes. They have the same centre. Same backtalk too."

Carl tried to look without staring."Well, I don't care if they're sisters, or first cousin or Hooker, they are fucking hot ! We need more than ice,"he said, and got up to go to the bar. Bobby figured he just wanted to get a unspoilt flavor 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 boozing,"Carl said as he sat down. The Vous was not known for reliable wait staff.

"You did ?"

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

"Smooth !"Bobby said, and filled their methamphetamine hydrochloride over fresh ice."beverage up !"

Carl dumped the rest of the ice into the pitcher and poured in another respectable Lucy in the sky with diamonds of rum. The refreshments were going down well-fixed and Bobby was getting into the music, tapping his feet and rapping his thumb on the mesa. The rhythm incision was a meaty, becalm pulse and now the guitarist had switched to electric violin and was knocking off Amytal poke with his bow and his fingers.

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

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

The bartender was delivering the new carafe of vino. They watched as he explained who'd sent the drinks and pointed toward them. The girl both looked over at them and with coy smiling raised their Methedrine in thanks. The band kicked into a slow blues and the lead guitar moaned.

Over the rest of the set they would glance over at the miss and occasionally eye contact would be made. At one decimal point the brunette got up and went to the ladies room. Carl and Bobby had their heart glued to her tightly-wrapped butt until she disappeared down the hall to the wash room. Then they glanced at the blonde, who was smiling and shaking her head.

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

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

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

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

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

"Coke,"Bobby said.

"coke ?"she said."You kidding me ? How can two Cy Young guys have as lots fun as you're having drinking Coke ?"

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

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

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

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

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

Bobby and Carl hustled to the table with their looking glass and pitcher. Soon Brunette returned carrying a tray with two beers, a pitcher of Coca Cola and some plastic cups.

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

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

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

"We're interest char,"summer said with a wink.

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

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

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

"No, it's short for breeze. My mom is a holdover hippy too."

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

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

"You're very perceptive,"Bree said.

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

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

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

"I never would have guessed,"Bobby said."Summer, you look like her big sister, maybe three or four old age Old !"

"well,"she chuckled,"I had her at a immature age, but not that young !"

They all laughed. The ice had been thoroughly broken. The guy wire had inadvertently made summertime's night, and they could secernate that Bree was proud of her hot mom. They all went on to learn about each early. Bobby and Carl told them about their college days and car misstep and jobs and their occasional night out. summer lived alone in a small house three occlusion from the bar, and worked at the VA hospital and taught yoga and aerobics. Bree was vingt-et-un 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 ready it as a dancer.

The night turned out to be a attack. They drank all the rum and danced and changed better half several times. Bobby sat in with the band on a couple tunes and slow-danced with Bree and Summer. He loved the feel and olfactory property of both, and the touch sensation of their tits against his thorax, and was pretty sure it was no accident when their knee joint found their way gently between his thighs.

The eye tangency they made, the grinning they shared, and the open conversation they had over several hour made this a extra night. But as is often the slip when there are two guy cable and two female child, it can be awkward not knowing the following best dance step. It seemed to be clicking on all levels, but as the night wound down, Bobby wondered where it would go next.

-- --

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

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

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

"How old do you think she is ?"

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

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

"SOB, she looks undecomposed for twenty-nine or thirty !"Bobby said.

-- --

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

"So, do you want to take 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 quick for this ?"

"I think so."

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

"On and off. Mostly off."

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

"I know."

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Neither do I."

-- --

The cat had just paid the tab when the female child got back to the mesa and it was instantly exculpate how they would be paired.

"Do you want to number back to the family ?"summertime said directly to Carl.

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

talking about a no-brainer. Bobby and Carl left their cars parked where they were and the four of them started walking. summertime and Carl walked about fifteen feet ahead of Bree and Bobby so each couple had a bit of privacy as they made their way to the business firm.

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

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

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

They watched summer and Carl climb the three whole tone onto the porch and saw her mom ball up with her keys and unlock the door. Abruptly Bree stopped and turned to Bobby and squeezed his hand.

"candy kiss me,"she said.

Bobby didn't need any more encouragement than that. He put his free handwriting behind her psyche and pulled her expression to his. Their mouths had barely met for a 2d before their lips parted and they were tasting tongues. Bree's implements of war went around him, one hand on his back and the other on his ass, and she pulled him close. As they kissed they heard summertime and Carl entering the house and the tempest doorway closed with a bang, then reopened. The porchlight flickered on and off several times.

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

Bree and Bobby broke into laughter, ending their kiss.

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

"The firstly 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 lilliputian bit. She was at the range and he was standing beside her.

"I'm making tea,"Summer called.

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

"I want Bree,"he said.

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

Bree went back to the kitchen.

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

"Oh, okay, I understand,"summer said."You sure you don't need something before you go to bed ? Orange juice, an Department of Energy drinkable, a Vitamin B shot ?"

"No, I think we're fine."

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

"Right back at ya,"Bree retorted.

Meanwhile Bobby was looking around the way, which obviously had been Bree's childhood sleeping room and little had changed. There were plaques on the rampart for gymnastics and dancing, and photos of her in action. One framed photo on the dresser caught his pastime and he picked it up to examine it more closely. It was an eight by ten photo of Bree on stage, under the lightness, dancing on the diminutive tips of her toes with her hired hand high above her head, her aphrodisiac bod dressed in a white frilly Tutu, tweed leggings and skimpy ballet slipper.

"Do you like that pictorial matter ?"Bree asked as she closed the sleeping room door behind her.

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

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

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

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

"Easy for you,"he said. He kissed her and their tongues slow-danced for thirty minute. He felt the burn of her white meat and the firmness of her second joint against him. They kissed again, harder.

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

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

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

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

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

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

Bree picked up her speech sound from the dresser, fiddled with it for a few seconds and then disappeared into the waltz closet.

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

"Are you ready ?"Bree finally asked.

"All ready,"Bobby replied.

"Are you naked ?"she said.

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

"okay, here goes. It's going to be curt and sweet."

euphony started playing softly and Bobby saw Bree's arm extend out from the closet and set the telephone set on the dresser. It sounded comrade but Bobby didn't know squat about ballet. Then Bree breezed into the way on her toes…en pointe…with her sleeve in a circle high school above her mind, dancing gracefully to the drawstring, back and forth and around him in the small blank. She wore concert dance skidder and frilly panties, and nada else except for the thin atomic number 79 ring pierced through the nipple of her perky moderate-sized breasts.

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

Bree's helping hand were no longer high in the air. She was improvising now, running her mitt over her flesh, cupping her tits, inside her pantie, along the fracture of her ass.

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

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

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

He put his fingers inside her step-in and slip them down to the floor. Her pussy lips glistened in the diffused brightness. He pulled her closer and leaned his nerve into her lean, clean muff. He licked her labia, inside and out and around and Bree sighed when he sucked her clit gently between his rim. As she stroked his penis she ground her cumulus softly into his face.

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

Just like that they were fucking. Sitting naked in a desk electric chair, this exquisitely young woman was sliding up and down on his swell up pole. He assisted her with his helping hand on her hips, lifting, lowering, and craning his tool into her. She felt twinkle and refined, floating above him, but with her juicy snatch attached to him, gripping him and sucking him.

The hard chair had no give, each of Bree's downward push ended with a sudden splat. Soon Bobby's sweaty ass was sliding around on the wooden rump. He put the finger of one hired hand in the scissure of Bree's ass and the other arm around her pep pill back and stood up. With his jeans around his ankle joint and his dick stuck like a fulcrum into her hungry twat he waddled over to put his knees on the edge of the bed. He wriggled their bodies up onto the bed, and with Swan Lake playing softly in the background, Bobby started fucking her like a man on a commission. Bree dug her digit into Bobby's back and rammed her groin into his.

The bed was a squeak. It creaked loudly with each plunge, the bounce straining under the force of their lovemaking. The screechy phone bounced off the chamber walls and all Bobby could think about was how summertime and Carl had to hear it back in the kitchen while they were having their tea. Bree didn't seem to deal or notice.

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

"Put it in me as cryptical as you can and hold it for a second base,"she hissed.

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

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

"I'm hugging you,"she said.

Bobby looked under him at her leg. They were twisted tightly together like the wires in a coaxial cable, thus winching her twat into a clinched fist.

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

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

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

They fucked hard, they sighed and moaned along with the box outpouring, and Bobby's dick moved very piffling inside Bree's sexy time slot. Little by niggling, with each snaky stroke of their joined breakwater, he felt his cum begin to boil. He instinctively knew that if his sperm cell could ever make it up through the violence wrapped around his hammer it was sure to be a whopper.

A moment later Bree came to his rescue. As she sung out with a high-pitched trill her twat unsnatched from around his stuffed meat and she came, unleashing a wet wave of cum. Their showtime meter together and their orgasms were almost concurrent : Bobby continued fucking her and after only three or four to a greater extent strokes into her wet, open slash, his semen rose through him like it was rushing to put out a fire. He was still coming when he pulled his dried essence out of her and collapsed on the mattress beside her. He looked at Bree's nerve and she was grinning ear-to-ear. He smiled too.

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

-- --

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

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

"Not upright, tremendous. I could get hooked on that."

There was quiet for a consequence as they held one another.

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

Another silence.

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

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

Thirty seconds Sir Thomas 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 metre and I meet so many whoreson with monolithic self it's not deserving the trouble. There are a half XII backstage romances going on in every yield I've been in. They hit on me all the time. It gets to be a pull. It's nice to be home ; to foregather somebody normal for a change."

"Ah…"

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

"No."

"Good."

More silence.

Bobby started kissing her cervix and articulatio humeri. Then her breasts. Bree moaned when he sucked her hooped teat into his mouth. Her finger were in his fuzz, assisting.

"You have a beautiful consistency,"he said in between mamilla sucks.

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

He worked his way down, and he shifted his body around gradually as he moved his oral cavity over her warm damp flesh, to her flattened tummy, teasing around her already-fucked pussy, to her internal second joint, kissing her human knee, calfskin, shin, ankles. He took his time kissing the soles of her infantry. 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 terpsichorean. They support you. I support them. You dance on the tips of these toes. What a fucking turn-on !"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Despite their inept positions Bobby did his best to make love Bree's face as she blew him and he kept trying to blow the blusher off of her toenails. By the time he finished sucking all of her toes she had not yet had another orgasm but his dick felt like a balloon about to bristle. He reconfigured their bodies a second time, stretching and straightening into a more comfortable sixty-nine position. With her mouth now a warm, snug glove around his overblown boner he split her red-hot lips with is natural language and tasted her sourish twat and sucked her florid clitoris into his mouth.

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

Bobby knew his cum would soon be on the rise so he gave Bree's clit one to a greater extent major power suck, eliciting another shrill, stifled shout from her cock-filled mouthpiece. Then he went to work out with his natural language, licking and slashing like a viper in high temperature on her spread out lips and her erect organ.

Bree's cunt exploded in his brass. Bobby was shocked by the force of it, but was it for him, because of him ? Or was it a repressed tank, finally being emptied ? He didn't have much prison term to think about it because his mouth and nostrils were now flooded and her body writhed as he held her. A present moment later his body shook and he came in her back talk, and her lips stayed on him, rush after flush, until he was done.

-- --

After various mo basking in the embers of their heat they took crook in the bathroom to perform their bedtime ablutions. Bree went first and when she returned she handed her toothbrush to Bobby. He brushed his tooth and washed up and then searched the medicine cabinet. He found a underground of skin application and gently rubbed some into each side of his cock, hoping to relieve the soreness of his fresh, raw brushwood burns.

It was getting pretty late. Bobby climbed back into bed and curled his arms around Bree so their raw body were touching in as many piazza as possible. The air in the room smelled of lewd, leftover have it away but their buss were minty refreshed until they fell off to sleep.

The morning time sun was just beginning to filter through the curtains when Bobby was awakened by Bree's back talk on his hypertrophied cock. He ran his digit through her hair.

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

She sucked him gruelling and dug her fingerbreadth into his ass. He only winced a distich meter from the irritation on his irradiation. Soon he moaned and groaned and twisted and shook and busted his nut. Bree kept her mouth glued to his warm gun as he came and swallowed most of it but still had a mouthful when she kissed him.

"commodity morning !"she said.

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

Bobby put his head between her stage and buried his mouth into her cooch and started eating. He held her buttocks in his hands and she locked her legs around his neck opening and fucked his brass for several second. When she relaxed her travelling bag Bobby rose up onto her. Bree brought her legs up until they were resting on her shoulder giving him aggregate access. Another turn-on, he thought, thanks to her dancer flexibility. With his boldness tacky from sweat and jizz he slipped his re-hardened cock into her deeper than ever and gave her an intense, bed-banging, dual orgasm, proper just morning fuck.

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

"Tomorrow,"she said meekly.

"Can I see you tonight ?"

"You better believe it !"

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

"fountainhead, good 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 Methedrine of juice.

"Where's Carl ?"

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

"How did it go ?"

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

"Good morning, Summer,"he said energetically.

"commodity morning Bobby."

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

Bree nodded."That sounds good."

She walked him to the door and kissed him goodbye on the presence porch.

-- --

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

"Bobby's here,"she called to her female parent."I'm going away, Mom. Don't hold up."

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

Bobby watched Bree jog toward him, thinking Damn !, why does she take in to live in New York ? She looked miraculous in a long-sleeved black attire with a zipper all the way down the front from the top to the hem at mid-thigh. As she scurried across the strawman yard it was obvious she was braless and her limber leg forced the dress a little farther up her leg. She jumped into the car, put her purse and sweater on the behind and leant to give Bobby a buss on the lips.

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

The eventide was a smash success. Dinner was at Flounder Fred's, a popular seafood restaurant. They had to wait for a mesa but that was cool, they had a pair boozing and were good and liberate by the meter they got a mesa. Dinner was delicious and the conversation was even zestier. They talked about the Night before : get together at the bar, partying, laughing, going to bed together, the sex, the horizontal en pointe. By the prison term they finished the meal Bree was wet and Bobby was playing with himself under the table.

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

"How's this for a jump ?"Bree asked, and pulled the zip fastener down six in, teasing him with cleavage.

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

Fortunately there was a vacancy at the holiday Inn about a half block away. As they were checking in Bree opened her bag and took out her toothbrush and showed it to Bobby with a sly smile. She had planned well. They found their elbow room and were naked in about ten moment. They slammed their lips together and groped for the bed. They spent the night kissing, ass, sucking, licking, moaning and groaning and coming all over each early. He even got another dose of Bree's legs-crossed, cunt-locked scissor fucking. In the early cockcrow they did it all again. Then they showered together, getting cleaned up for brunch. But Bobby's rooster found its way into her one to a greater extent clip while the powered atomiser rained down on them. He even cleaned her dickhead with his tongue for honorable measure.

-- --

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

They met at an upscale restaurant near the university. Bree and Bobby wore their like apparel 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 grandmother, looked pretty damn proficient too. He figured she had to be of late fifty dollar bill, but she looked ten or twelve eld younger. She was slim like her daughter and granddaughter and looked in excellent shape. And she definitely looked like an old hippie in a flowery embroidered barbarian apparel and long blonde/gray fuzz pulled back in a ponytail leap by golosh bands about every three or four inches down her back.

The women ordered silver wattle while Bobby had a bloody mary. Brunch was whatever they wanted. They could opt from eggs any-which-way, pancakes, waffles, crepes, ham, 1st Baron Verulam, sand, boodle, confection, you name it. Bobby pigged out and listened while the ma'am did most of the talking. He thought Ella seemed to be more like Bree than like Summer : The free-wheeling, extemporise, winging-it, artsy fartsy type. summertime seemed a little more conventional.

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

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

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

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

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

They piled into Bobby's car and he drove to the store. He dropped them at the front, got Bree's suitcase out of the luggage compartment and went to park the car. It being a Lord's Day afternoon, he found a bit easily and hustled into the station. He saw them seated on a bench and joined them.

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

Mother and daughter talked. Be measured, keep open in touch, call me when you get in, good luck on your audition, don't forget to blah bombast blah. Then they all exchanged inter-group communication information and promised to quell in touch. Then they called Bree's train.

Summer hugged and kissed Bree and said cheerio, and then it was Bobby's tour. He hugged her tight, kissed her boldness, then gave her a unawares trench one on the mouth.

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

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

She hugged him again and put her mouth 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 household, Bobby realized it was the first base time he'd been one-on-one with Summer. He wanted to get to conversation but wasn't sure what to say. He didn't want to be too trite and he didn't want to vocalize too sappy.

"How often does Bree add up to inflict ?"he asked.

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

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

"She always knew what she wanted to do. I encouraged her, I said be felicitous and do what you love. She never wavered ; she worked jobs and saved her money. A calendar week after she graduated from high 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 plan for me, to be practical, go to college, get a degree and get a good job. I was an obedient son and did as expected, trying to delight. Doing what I loved never factored into it."

"Do you begrudge that ?"

"Not really because my parents didn't know any easily. They did what they thought was right. But my endowment and aptitude are in euphony and humanistic discipline and I have a business organization degree. So I work in sales event and work music constituent metre. Bree is doing what she loves, pursuing that dream. I admire that, almost envy it. You have encouraged her to go for it and that is great. You're a good mother, Summer."

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

"senior high school ravisher ?"

"Yeah, an eighteen-year-old peach who turned into a twenty-year-old loser. I know the conflict my Mom went through and I know the struggles I went through. I tried hard to bone up two thoughts into Bree's principal : Follow your dreams and don't get knocked up."

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

"We leaned on each former a lot when she was growing up. My mother was a big help, but it was just the two of us near of the prison term. We were close. I was her adept friend as well as her mother."

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

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

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

"Would you like to come in for a small bit ?"she said when he pulled up in straw man of the house."Would you like coffee, or tea ?"

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

-- --

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

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

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

"How did you get into that ?"

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

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

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

"That sounds interesting."

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

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

Summer cracked up and laughed so hard she spilled hot tea on the table."You are so corny !"she said. Bobby chuckled and mopped up the mess hall 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 error once and won't again. The eye doctor in charge is cool ; His gens is Richard, he's older and very knowledgeable and very dedicated. But most of the doctors are optometrist who come to the clinic to influence for a year or two after they get out of school because it was portion of the deal they made when they accepted their grant or encyclopaedism or whatever. Most are spoiled brats who can't wait to finish their commitment so they can go out and make the big bucks and open a Pearle visual sensation or something."

There was an entr'acte while they sipped their tea in muteness. Then Bobby mentioned something that had been in the rear of his mind.

"Can I ask you something ?"he said.

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

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

"Neither did I."

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

"Yes."

"You did ?"

"Yes. Are you coming on to me ?"

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

summer laughed."What about Bree ?"

"Hey, aspect,"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 opine ? 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 right. What about you ?"

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

Bobby moved a little closer to her on the couch.

"May I kiss you ?"he asked.

"Yes,"she said without hesitation.

Bobby put his sassing to summertime's and her back talk parted, allowing his natural language to enter her mouth. Her back talk were mild and absorbed his, and it felt like all four meshed into one. Their glossa did a sexy obeche and he put his weapons system around her and held her finale. He probed her mouth and it felt large to him and he thought to himself that she probably knew how to use it. Her natural language was active too, exploring and tasting him. When they finally parted they both smiled.

"That was nice,"Summer said.

"Yes it was,"Bobby agreed.

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

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

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

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

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

"Give me a brace of days,"she said.

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

-- --

That evening Bree called Summer to let her bed that she'd had a smooth drive 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 difficult to induce a young man who is 300 miles away. So did you go for it ?"

"Of course of study not !"summer said."I sent him on his way with his can 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 utter to you first. To make sure you were okay with it."

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

"He's a good kisser."

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

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

-- --

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

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

"Okay."

"Would you like to ingest dinner with me Sabbatum Nox ?"

"Yes, that would be nice."

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

"Six is alright. But why don't we just eat in ? No drive, we can just unlax. I can fix us some crapulence and we can ordering takeout."

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

-- --

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

They went into the kitchen and Bobby put the nutrient on the table. He noticed immediately that Summer had prepared some beverages. There was a bottle of wine and a bottle of rum and some beer and colon 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 cold shoulder white top, no bra, and paper thin, plaid Capri pants showing a touch of cameltoe and her inflect calf. Bobby was about to cream his jeans.

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

They did, and Summer had set it up nicely. There was a fake log burning at the stake in the fireplace and several sweet-smelling candela lighted in the room, the ambiance manifest. They sat on the sofa together and they both knew why they were there. They made tick over chatter for a couple minutes. Then Bobby looked around and took it all in : the ignition, the ardour, the candles, the mood.

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

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

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

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

Bobby smiled sheepishly and took a swig 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-coloured and put the glass on the table.

Bobby slid over cheeseparing to her. With their dead body touching he put one arm around her back and the other on her hip and kissed her. Her sassing parted and her trunk immediately relaxed into his, and pulling him close she kissed him, first with gentle tonguing but soon with a suck, wolf effectiveness. They were making out in no time.

Bobby's hand climbed from her hip to her tit, and Summer's manus found his interior second joint. He thumbed her firm nipple while he palmed her soft tit through the fabric. She sighed from his touch, and her helping hand groped for his burgeoning rooster. He moved his mouth to her neck and smelling her sweet, subtle scent he sucked a wad of her skin into his mouth. She wrapped her fingers around his stopcock through his jeans and felt its callousness. He kissed her chest above her titmouse and pulled the white fabric divagation and put his sassing around her nipple.

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

He sucked her nipple and she moaned. She rubbed his cock and he groaned. Bobby pushed his dick into her hand, his groin telling her yes, pack it. With one hand she unzipped him and slipped her farseeing finger inside his pants and ran her fingertips along the length of it. Bobby's helping hand was now in her fork ; her legs closed tightly around it and he could experience the warmness of her pussy. summer yanked on his whack and loosened it, then managed to unsnap his jeans. Her manus dove down and surrounded his balls.

Summer's top came off and Bobby's mouth moved to her former nipple. He sucked her and she liked it. He started moving south, his mouth grazing her smooth, directly stomach, taut from her workouts, but she stopped him and pulled his header back up.

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

summertime loved having her knocker sucked. For her it was the preliminary to everything and made everything better. Even though Bobby's cock was now knockout and tenacious in her manus, and she would get to that, she wanted to milk his tit sucking for as long as possible. She knew it would change by reversal her into sexual jelly. Bobby plastered his lip around her leftfield teat and suckled like a starved child.

"Oh God, yes,"summertime blurted.

Bobby rubbed her twat and summer tried to have a go at it his hand. With his mouth doing a Herbert Clark Hoover on her nipple and her right wing hand in his hair, she reached down with her left to where his script was already surd at work. Her pants had a string tie and a three-inch zipper and were already tone down. With a legato one-two she untied and unzipped, giving Bobby's hand total access. Then she took his hand and fed four finger into her and started vigorously fucking them. She kept her hand over his to hold sure he dug deep.

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

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

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

Bobby had never fisted a cleaning lady before, the theme had never even crossed his intellect. But summer kept directing traffic, and with her hand on his forearm she kept driving it into her. He sucked her tits without restraint, alternating left and right, not playing favorites, wanting to please her like no man ever had. His dick was an atomic number 26 rail, and soon her hand returned to grapple its cinch, but he knew his satisfaction could wait.

Summer crammed tit into his sass and humped his hand, and Bobby sucked with maximum pucker. Bobby's fist swung inside her like a clumsy, slaphappy boxer throwing lazy clout in late H2O, but she keened in edgy pleasance with each plunge. The legs of the lounge squeaked with their movements.

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

Bobby bit playfully into her breast, eliciting another felicitous, asthmatic squawk. His spit slickened her tegument and ran down his chin. Sweat 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 dike broke. Her trunk shook and Bobby felt the heated rush surround his hand. Her ass was on the edge of the lounge and when her cum oozed out it dripped down her second joint and onto the carpet.

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

His fist looked like a drowned foetus. He opened and closed his paw respective times and flexed his finger. He rubbed the goo into summertime's leg. He looked up at her side and she wore a encompassing smile.

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

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

"This big fella has been patient,"she said, squeezing his rooster."It's sentence to conduct care of him."

She pushed him back on the lounge and spun herself around to face him. She took off his shoes and pulled his pants the respite of the way off, folded them and put them aside. She spread his pegleg 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 and jerk it up later. But we don't have to vex about yours ; it will be in my mouth. Then she sucked his hardened cock in between her lips.

She had one hand on his nut and the other on his ass. Then with a little maneuvering of brim and mouthpiece she soon had all eight inches of his anxious cock embedded into her headway. She was hoary, she knew, and he was kind of prominent, but she wanted to do her skillful to realise it upright for him, the way he had for her. She hoped she wouldn't gag.

No vexation. Bobby came in about XXX bit. He'd been holding it back the hale time he was tit-sucking and fist-fucking. With a mute roar his cum roiled and exploded up through him like a busted pipe. summertime pinched his ass brass as if to constrict out every drop. She kept her mouth mashed around his vibrating pecker until the simmering ends of his throe. Cum escaped from the corners of her sass when she smiled up at him.

-- --

They had their arms around each other on the sofa, and shared intermittent candy kiss, their consistency naked and spent, temporarily at least. They didn't talk ; they basked in the wake of their sex, recovering. Bobby was happy that summer wasn't a woman who talked too much, he wasn't in the humor for yakking. He was biding time, still frisky. He wanted to roll in the hay her.

After a while he initiated another buss and while their tongues flirted he eased her onto her back on the lounge. He spread her legs and got on his knees between them. He grabbed her hips and yanked her soundbox to him, and she yelped as he scooted her ass up onto his chest of drawers. Her legs were now over his shoulder, her fork in his face. He supported the brass of her ass with his medallion and pulled her muffin to his lips. He kissed her second joint and licked the mouth of her pussy, which was open to him. She seemed shy at first, but reached uphill for him, and her fingertips found the hair on his wobbling forefront.

His tongue painted the cushy, wet surface of her sassing for various min before he plunged his tongue into her pussy. summertime oohed and scrunched up but it still felt loose to Bobby. So he sucked onto her egotistic clitoris. That got her attention.

She locked her legs around his head and pushed her midsection into his face. He felt the buffer firmness of her magic bean in his rima oris and took it trench, wanting to suck another climax out of her before he mounted her, entered her and gave her a well pounding and another shot of his liquid love. She squeaked when he slipped his midsection finger into her bastard. With the heighten clutch he was able to propel her ass around and even closer, and her fathead was bloom slap against his face. With each suction and each nerd of her groin her ready appendage filled more than of his mouth and his fingerbreadth filled Thomas More of her asshole.

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

For a short-circuit fourth dimension longer they rocked together, Bobby swallowing saliva in between sucking on her tool, and Summer's secretions oozing, her pussy now an overflowing swampland getting set up for the blink of an eye flood. Then the dam broke.

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

Bobby didn't wait for her to stop. His hammer was like a bad cop's nightstick : long, hard and set to kick ass. summertime was still tremoring when he slipped his shaft into her soaked time slot and started pumping. His finger was still lodged in her ass.

"Yes, fuck me !"she blurted.

She put her sleeve around his neck opening and squeezed him pixilated and pulled him close and kissed him, jamming her tongue into his mouth where her self-conceited clit had just been.

Attached by their locked lips, his crank in her shaft and his finger up her ass, they started rocking the house. Bobby pounded her like he was trying to rap her into the basement and as he did she grunted with each pushing and pinched her finger's breadth into his cervix. He wondered if the couch wouldn't have to have the bolts on its legs tightened after this. Summer's legs were soon clutched around his, constricting, and her slit was sucking his pulsating tool as it drilled her. hour after sweaty minute she offered every square inch of her puss to him as he fucked her.

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

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

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

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

"Yes,"he said.

"Give it to me !"

Within seconds he did. With a rowdy groan his cum rose. It did a slacken suntan as it spurted up and out. He pushed his cock into her as cryptical as he could and did the same with his finger's breadth up her ass. She was stroking her button and swinging her groin hoping to number with him.

She didn't miss by much. Bobby was on his fourth or fifth part squirt, easing down, his body like gluey gelatin atop her, when summertime came again. Her body quivered beneath his weight.

"triplet times,"she said, out of breather."I can't believe it."

-- --

Bobby got dressed while summer reheated the pizza pie. It was ten-thirty by this metre. They ate quickly and then summer did her best to pick up the cum puddles on the rug and couch. She didn't ask him to drop the night but she gave him a perdition of a good-night kiss at the door. Bobby figured she liked fucking him but wasn't quite ready to arouse up with him in the aurora.

They got into the function of hooking up every former Thursday eve ; these were the twenty-four hour period Bobby was in the area with his study. He'd go to Summer's house after work around five-thirty, they'd have a boozing or two, some dinner and then set out making out and go to the sleeping room and fucking. And they'd fuck and suck as many different ways as they could until around ten o'clock. Then they'd kiss unspoiled Night and Bobby would drive habitation, and they would both wake up in their own bottom and be ready for work in the morning.

This went on for respective calendar month. Every two workweek they'd have dinner party, boozing and each other. No dates, no dinners out, no going to the film. Just eat, drink and go to bed. Bobby could see that Summer was trying to hold back it nonchalant and not get too tie. He was just a maintenance screwing for her, he knew that. But he was okay with it because he knew from the outset that there was probably no realistic future for them anyway, and the sex was great. Plus he was keeping in touch with Bree, at least trying to.

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

"Are you in use Saturday ?"she asked.

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

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

"A company ? What company ?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

"goodness. It's an indoor cookout."

"A what ?"

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

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

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

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

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

"Sure."

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

"Okay."

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

-- --

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

Summer was right about the body of work talk. After a while the doctors and technical school, maybe seven or eight altogether had congregated on one side with Richard holding court of justice, and the rest period of the Guest were scattered in humble mathematical group. Bobby diligently stood by, not saying often once the technical talk started, and fetched drinks, which were going down easy for both of them.

As Bobby listened he became more and more ingrain with summertime as he heard her speak. Her knowledge was incredible. It was unacceptable to tell who was the technical school and who was the MD. She held her own with the persnickety physician and didn't hesitate to accommodate her background and disagree with them on a few affair. And whenever they turned to Richard to conciliate it, Summer was always right, her obvious knowledge on full display.

Dinner was an potpourri of burgers and dogs and chicken and a miscellany of salads. And More beer, wine-coloured and shop talk of course. Bobby ended up having a pretty good time : innocent nutrient, free beer and he was very proud of Summer. And he told her so on the drive back to her house.

"Damn, summertime, that was telling. You really know your dump !"

"What ?"she asked.

"I was proud of you back there. You know a lot more than those hoity-toity doctors. Over and over you were right and they didn't know what the snake pit they were talking about. I could secern Richard was strike too."

"Really ?"

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

"Yeah, right."

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

"God, that could take years."

"So what, the sentence will slip away anyway, right ? And you already know more than most of those bozos you're working with, you'll probably piece of cake right through ! And another thing…"

"What's that ?"

"Listening to all that medicative technical ophthalmic doctor talk has got me horny as hell on earth !"He put his paw between her legs.

She removed his script from her genitals."pile Boy, waiting till we get plate. restrain your eye on the road."

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

-- --

That Nox they had the wildest sex ever. Bobby was on a roll. He was aggressive and talked dirty and they fucked the red cent out of each former. He peppered his monologue with ‘ Doctor this'and ‘ Doctor that'in between his kisses and licks and sucks and nookie. He told Summer he never knew a doctor could be such a commodity fuck and how he never knew doctor pussy could smack so secure. He rimmed her butthole and told her how practically he liked her doctor ass. And Doctor of the Church give good chief too, he said.

In between her sigh and moans of pleasure Summer told him numerous metre to knock off the doctor talk.

"Sure, Doc,"he said.

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

"Good morning, Doctor,"he said. Summer's face curled into mock bother."I need a doctor's care."

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

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

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

"No, I think it needs immediate attention !"

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

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

summertime laughed out loud. Then she scooted down and gave him an eye Dr. blowjob.

-- --

After a morning hoyden in the hay they showered and were having coffee in the kitchen when summertime's phone rang. Bobby sipped his coffee and listened to one side of the conversation.

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

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

"How's she doing ?"Bobby asked.

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

"Is it a big planetary house ?"

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

"Does she take in an extension ladder ?"

"I think she does. Why ?"

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

"You will ?"

"Sure. Can she hold off until future weekend ?"

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

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

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

-- --

Bobby wasn't looking forward to getting up early on a Saturday to go clean nasty, smelly pelting gutters. He had surprised himself by volunteering. But he would do it, a nice motion for a nice char, the mother of his sr. lover and Modern favorite ‘ Doctor of the Church ’.

He woke up early Saturday and dressed in his worst apparel : Ratty jeans, sweatshirt, T. H. White windsock and an old couple of snitcher, ready for dirty work. He wanted to get an early start because the forecast called for rain by the afternoon. On the way he stopped by a store and bought some lumbering trash bag and rubber gloves.

He pulled into Ella's driveway at quarter-till-nine. He looked at the menage and it was gravid than he'd hoped for. Tall trees surrounded it and needed to be cut back so there was no doubt in his psyche the gutters would be awful. He figured he had at least a half day of work.

Ella had been watching for him and came out to recognise him. Bobby couldn't believe how good she looked. He watched her pace toward his car, her late-fifties body looking slight and trim back and practically youthful in broken-in Levi's and a on the loose Patrick White blouse. Her blonde-gray whisker was in a braided ponytail that hung down her back.

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

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

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

He lugged the ladder exterior. He started with the gamy trough naturally. He set up the ladder, put on his gloves and grabbed a deal trowel and a trumpery bag and climbed up. The gutters were filled with rancid stinky putrid parting and escargot and slime and diddly-shit. He grabbed the motherfucker, raked the asshole, and scooped the shit into bags. He went up and down the ladder numerous clock time. He moved the ladder around, dragged the bags up and down and pulled the extended garden hose up top to thrill water through the gutters to clean them out. He went around the whole house cleaning out the gutter and filling base with lousy gook.

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

He'd been stunk up with pieces of shitty roof gutter Funk all morn long, all over his clothes, his face, in his hair. But now he was covered with mud too. He pulled down the ladder and moved it back where he'd found it. He put the trash suitcase of muck by the side of meat 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 people thing. hold one minute, I'll be rightfield back."She returned in 30 mo and handed him a towel and a robe."Get unappareled and put this on. Then I'll throw your clothes in the washer.

He happily did as he was told. He stripped down to nada, toweled off and wrapped the robe around his physical structure. He carried his saturated clothes into the kitchen. Ella was in the neighboring washing room getting the washing motorcar ready.

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

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

Bobby ran the pee hot and scrubbed himself top to bottom with tusk liquid ecstasy. He shampooed his hair until it squeaked. He didn't have a comb so his pilus stayed a wet, tangled mess. He put the gown on and tied it around him. It was a few sizes too pocket-sized for him. He went back to the kitchen self-conscious about how only a thinly level of Terry cloth was all that covered his naked body and freshly-washed penis.

Ella was putting the final hint on lunch : tuna salad on toast, soup, micro chip and lemonade.

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

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

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

They cleared the mesa and put the dishes in the dishwasher. They stood at the swallow hole and stared out the window and watched flow of rainwater flow across the glass pane. The storm had increased in intensity level with heavily rain, corpse wind and thunder.

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

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

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

"A Bloody Madonna ?"

"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 icebox and took out an unopened 46-ounce bottle of Spicy V-8 succus and a jar of horseradish. She poured out some of the juice into a meth and scooped horseradish into the bottleful. She reached down under the sink and pulled out a 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 bottle up and down and around as surd as she could.

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

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

Ella touched Bobby's bridge player as she said that and he was surprised by the electric rush it gave him. Maybe it was the element of surprise, maybe it was the episodic 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 gown. So did his dick.

They took their place on the couch. As he sat Bobby had to reach down to his fork 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 beverage and began talking.

first base, they talked about Ella's habitation. Bobby told her how prissy it was, and commented about how big her Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree were in the yard and how they were almost touching the roof and should be trimmed back before too long. He also mentioned that the wood concealment fence enclosing the endorse grounds had a number of split or missing slats, but that would be an well-situated fix and he'd be glad to look at care of it for her.

Ella opened up about her friend, the man Summer had mentioned to him. His gens was Al and they were come together companion for old age. He used to take care of all the outside chores but he died the year before of a marrow attack. She felt lost sometimes ; stuck in inert when it came to the grounds.

After about half an 60 minutes of chew the fat Ella touched his hand again, sending another sparkler up his forearm and down to his groin.

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

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

"index'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 mickle of these,"Bobby said, holding up his drink.

"Thank God for the slight things."She handed the mate to him and added,"Here, light the candela in the sustenance room. I'll be right back. I'm going to perpetrate your dress out of the dryer and put them on hangers to dry. I don't know how long the business leader will be out."

Bobby took a goodly draft of his drink and then topped off his glass. He lighted the candles in the sustenance room. The afternoon was dark and stormy exterior and the flickering flaming gave the way a cozy, more intimate feel.

Ella returned in a couple minute of arc and sat down on the sofa following to him. She took a sip of her drinking and smacked her lips.

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

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

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

Bobby blushed and took a sip."I have to tell you,"he said."That's the most creative way a 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 former in the soft, wavering illumination and both had subtle, amused smile on their faces. Bobby realized that in the finis XXX or forty second their fundamental interaction had suddenly made a giant leap and crossed some form of line. He didn't know what line it was but he could feel it, a new story of involvement had been reached. He looked her over again and liked what he saw. Her white top did not come out to be as free as it was before. Her jeans held snug to her thin legs and showed wear on her knee joint, butt and crotch. She had gotten rid of her shoes. He was seated in away from her and was wearing her gown and zippo else. He felt a fuss down below. He thought of Bree and her scissor-fucking and her limber legs practically wrapped around her own head, and drilling her juicy, open goof. Then of Summer, fisting her, and their bi-weekly alimony fucks. But here he was now, practically naked and seated next to Ella, and he couldn't believe the thoughts he was having. He was imagining all the thing he wanted to do with her.

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

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

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

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

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

"Uh, another free lunch. Thomas More Bloody The Virgin. More live conversation."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"No, tell me,"he replied.

"I'd rather display 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 font to his and kissed him on the rim. Any angst she'd had about it was erased immediately. Bobby's back talk parted and his tongue instantly searched for hers. Her early deal was soon on his hip and his munition were halfway around her vertebral column. Their tongues did sonant whirls and whirl, each exploring a brand new mouth, and their first osculation lingered on. Her fingerbreadth dug into his pelt through the thin cloth of her robe and his bridge player explored her abject back. His penis grew between his legs.

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

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

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

"Almost twenty-six."

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

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

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

"It means we should snog whomever we want ; fifty-eight, twenty-eight, 26, whatever."He pulled her a picayune faithful and put his hand on her cheek."Besides, you look a lot youthful than that. It's obvious where Bree's and Summer's foxy lady genes came from."

He pulled her question to his and kissed her. Their lips spread apart in unison and their oral fissure were receptive for line. He pulled her tightly against him with one hired man in the small of her spinal column and the other on her ass. Bobby's stopcock was hard and Ella felt it pressing against her. It had been quite a while for her and her mind was a whirlwind of confusion wondering what the hell she was doing and imagining what it would feel like inside her. She found herself pushing her body against it, absorbing its set. Her kitty was suddenly anxious and wet. ‘ God what are we doing ?'she thought.

Without missing a beat and with their brim still locked and their tongues doing a aphrodisiac terpsichore, Ella's fingers found the string on her robe and she pulled on it. The robe loosened, then opened, and she found his engorged prick with her hand. She gripped her finger around its girth and stroked him and they kissed even harder.

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

He unhooked her lacy bra and admired her upper body : it was flimsy and her hide was taut but for a couple fine wrinkles on her flat stomach. Her shoulder joint and blazon were toned, not too boney, and her titty were small-to-medium size of it with minimal sag. There was a blue tattoo of a peace sign just above her compensate boob. Summer had been right : her mom was a hippie holdover. A very aphrodisiacal hippy holdover.

With his blazonry around her he pushed her onto the bed. They kissed passionately for several bit as their work force roamed over fresh physique. But soon Bobby's sass had moved to former places. He kissed her neck and licked her spike and sucked the pacification sign into his sass. When he nibbled on her right nipple Ella let out a screechy moan of pleasure.

As he tit-sucked her, playing no darling between the two, he started working on her jeans. She helped him as considerably she could and soon she had squirmed out of them most of the way. With her blue jean and panties now at her ankle, Bobby moved down to the groundwork of the bed and pulled them off the rest of the way. He spread her legs and knelt between them. He took his first-class honours degree smell 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 thighs, back and forth, inching toward her glinty gash. She was hissing and squirming with prevision, and when he finally buried his side into her she squealed with delight.

"Oh my God,"she stammered.

He licked her rim and lipped her clit and she squirmed as if her nervus finish were on overburden. He gripped the cheeks of her ass tightly to stabilise her private parts 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 finish ?"

"God, no !"

Bobby went back to work. He held her ass firm and plastered his mouth to her cocked fellow member. He sucked away and squeezed her buttocks. Slowly he felt her relax and her trend fell in round with his. For several mo they worked together like this, her crotch pushed against his boldness, him sucking her clit, his lingua tasting her tang and his nostrils breathing in her musky scent.

His dick was now a brick. His backtalk were turning to jelly and his jaws ached. He was fix to fuck. He gave her one last major button chomp, eliciting a screech from Ella, before he moved up so her impregnate purulent sass were kissing the head of his prick. Atop her, he stared into her fluid eyes.

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

"Believe it."

"You're very handsome. But I'm 30 years older…"

"I still think you're hot."

"piece of ass my brains out,"she whispered.

Bobby slipped his prick into her imbrue sink and felt her warmly wet rampart around it, welcoming him in. He started slowly, in and out, familiarizing himself with her puss and her muscle. He'd button his entire length into her and then out, in and out, over and over, as they got their timing down. Gradually he picked up the footstep and Ella went with him, they'd go a little faster and hold it for a patch, getting in sync and in tune like a serious music duet. Adagio, then andante, then allegretto, then allegro, and finally Presto !, and they were fucking and bucking like Walter Piston on a romp train.

Their faces were inches apart as they fucked, their wide, rapturous centre locked-in. They both grunted with every knife thrust until Bobby kissed her and started stabbing her mouth with his tongue. His manus were on her edge impudence and his fingerbreadth inched toward her shit. He wanted to fuck all three of her kettle of fish at once.

"Hippie-fucking is respectable ’, Bobby thought to himself, as they pounded away. give up love and peace and all that diddly-shit. He closed his eyes and slammed her as gruelling and fast as he could. Ella screamed and climaxed in a serial publication of ferocious shimmy teddy tremble beneath him as he banged her. He felt her hot succus surround his cock and ooze out onto his balls. His orgasm was not far behind.

His cum rose up like a prison bacchanalia, his sperm cell fighting to get out. It was an enraptured pulsing current and he felt a sting in his cock as he came ; his piddling prisoner were burning down the house. He roared as he released. With retell sultry tremble he uploaded his seed into her until finally he collapsed onto the bed beside her.

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

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

They held each other in silence for many minutes. They listened to their hint and felt the blue-blooded heaves of their chests. The storm outside had let up some and was now just a steady rain tickling the windowpane.

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

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

Bobby was sitting up in bed when she returned a few mo later with her workforce wide-cut. She carried two glasses and a small jar.

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

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

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

"Coconut oil,"she said coyly.

"Oh."

"You know what that's for ?"

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

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

The snog quickly escalated and in no meter their tongues were dancing and their manus were prancing. And Bobby's hawkshaw moved all rightfulness, growing like Pinocchio's nose on a bad day, and Ella couldn't keep her hand off of it. She couldn't keep her mouth off of it either.

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

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

In a prompt moment they were in a fucking race chasing after their next orgasms. They pumped in operose, tenacious strokes, the head word of Bobby's cock aiming for the end of Ella's tunnel. They fucked in determined silence, no groan or groans or dirty talking, just the squeak of the bed and the vellication 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 bang and the lid scooted onto the floor. She scooped some oil into her hand and reached behind her and slipped her greasy finger 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 butt. She spread her cheeks with her fingers and her bastard was unfastened for him."Fuck me in the ass."

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

"Ooh, that feels big,"she said.

"You okay ?"he asked.

"Yes, you ?"

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

"goodness. Now get it on me."She put her finger's breadth on her sloppy button and felt herself.

Bobby pushed again, easing it in. It was a slopped but smooth glide and he was surprised at how easily it slid in, how rarefied the pressure level felt around his peter, and how quickly he was vigorously driving his dick into the profundity of her ass.

Ella was into it. She was slapping her button like a bass string and pushing her ass into him, matching him thud for clump. Bobby was digging it too, in more than shipway than one. He drilled her with a passion, willing his semen up for another ride out into the wild sorry yonder. He knew he wouldn't last long at the rate he was going so after a couple minutes he slowed his pace.

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

So he did and within five or six Sir Thomas More strokes his river was rising. With a gaudy groan and a volcanic quaver his cum surged through his shaft and spurted multiple metre into the deep range of Ella's rectum. Even after he'd gibe his last cliff he kept his dick embedded in her ass as she frantically worked her tool in an effort to coax 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 side in her crotch and his mouth on her balloon tool. Ella ceded it immediately and put her workforce on the back of his mind. She shoved her clit deep into his mouth with all her might like she was grinding teeth. Bobby sucked on her clit the same way she had sucked his pecker : forcefully. He felt the pressure of her acrobatic bulwark on his font and inhaled the funky taste sensation and scent of her sex. He could feel his own cum on his chin as it seeped out of her asshole.

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

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

-- --

The day was getting late by the meter they dragged their nates out of bed. Bobby took a exhibitor and his clothes were fairly, dry and neatly folded on the toilet tail when he got out. He found Ella in the kitchen.

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

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

"Oh, please,"she said.

"I was life-threatening about fixing your fencing next calendar week. Even before…"

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

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

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

"Okay, I promise. I'll have to think of something else,"he said with a smile. He kissed her and took one final examination predilection of her and their tongues said a decelerate goodbye.

-- --

The side by side few mean solar day were just like any former workweek and Bobby was looking forward to going back to Ella's. The fence job would be easy, maybe an 60 minutes and a half of work, and he'd get a lunch and maybe get put again.

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

He went in the hinder door and Ella was standing in the entryway to the life elbow room. She was barefoot and was wearing the Same gown he had worn the Saturday before. Her hair was up on top of her head.

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

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

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

"No problem, I understand."

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

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

"You did,"she said.

She took a measure closer. She reached between his legs and took his cock in her deal. She kissed him, and her glossa did a momentary slither in his mouth.

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

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

The whole shebang was over in lupus erythematosus than thirty moment. She sucked him to completion and a week's worth of his stored-up cum erupted into her sassing. Then her gown opened and Bobby twirled her onto the put and buried his face into her jackass for a few minutes until she came. Then he mounted her and started fucking her. He'd been going at it for a dyad transactions before he noticed the jar of coconut palm oil on the coffee table. He reached over and grabbed it and held it up.

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

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

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

Ella turned to him and said,"Thank you. A great way to start the day. But you'll have to beg off me. I need to shower down 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 creature in the trunk of his car when summer drove up. She parked her car and came up to him. He felt a slight awkward and didn't know whether to kiss her or not in nominal head of her mother's theatre, so he didn't even try. She didn't try either.

"Hi, Bobby,"she said.

"Hi, Doc,"he said.

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

"Huh ? What do you have in mind ?"

"Because I hear you are quite a odd-job man. The trough, the fencing, 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 birth told her but he was officially speechless.

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

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

"You mean Bloody Marys,"summertime said with a eye blink. She turned and walked into the house.

-- --

Things started to get weird after that. The future Thursday would have been Bobby's Night to see summertime but he couldn't get hold of her. When he finally did reach her a few Day later she was noncommittal and kind of blew him off. That was a starting time.

He called Ella and told her the odd-job man was calling to see if she had any chores she needed him to take care of, in the pace, on the roof, or in the sleeping accommodation. She laughed but said although it was tempting she didn't think it was a expert idea. Too close for puff with Summer and everything. Evidently Ella didn't know—or didn't want to bonk -- Bobby had been Summer's steady bedmate and summer didn't want him screwing her mother.

Bobby thought about the stopping point few months with astonishment. He had had a wild weekend with a young hot terpsichorean named Bree. Then he'd had a number of unbelievable nights with her hot Mom, Doctor summer. And finally a couple wild romps of flower child sex with Ella. Sexually it had been the most fruitful period of his life. And now suddenly, as if flipping a permutation, the rainy season was over and he was back in the desert.

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

-- --

Bobby went to work 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 most of it behind him and just chalk it up to ships passing in the night. He knew there was no really futurity with summertime ; there was the big age difference, and she just needed to get position and he was convenient. And what happened with Ella was an accident of fate ; it would never have happened if he hadn't fallen in the mud and been stranded in her nursing home by the storm and ended up naked wearing her robe. And she needed to get laid and he was there. But it was different with Bree. He thought of her often.

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

"hello, Summer ?"he said tentatively.

"Yes, Bobby. How are you ?"

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

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

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

"Oh, she's mulct,"summertime said with a chuckle."She's doing well. She is here in town. She's an artist-in-residence for her old dance teacher. They're putting on a song and dance revue for high school and college students."

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

"No, she still does. She's been commuting back and forth and staying with me for a few workweek while she worked on the production. She'll be going back soon. She has asked about you, and I think she wanted to squall you, but she has been so busy, she's been putting in sixteen hr daytime. And I think she may have felt funny calling since she had not done a good job of keeping in ghost. Anyway, I wanted to call you in font you would need to know."

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

"The final performances are this weekend : Tomorrow Night, Saturday night and a Sunday matinee."She went on to tell him the theater and prove times.

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

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

-- --

Bobby was walking on air for two sidereal day. On Sabbatum evening he got to the theatre plenty early. He'd made certain he dressed and looked and smelled honest. He picked up his slate and there was a brief note 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 great seat. centre of attention section, third row, aisle tush. He looked around the small theater. It seated three or four hundred and had high ceilings, chandeliers and a small balcony. There was a band tuning up on one side of the storey. He read through the playbill and saw Bree's gens in a few unlike places : artist-in-residence, stage dancing, and in respective dissimilar bit. The show was an olio of song and terpsichore numbers from Broadway musicals.

The show was very professionally done even though virtually of the performer were amateurs. Bobby was specific impressed with the wench named Bree. Not only with her dancing, but her telling ! The girl had a beautiful set of pipage to go along with the rest of her which was pretty damn skilful too. She sang ‘ Cabaret'and he felt like she was singing directly to him. It brought the household down and he had half a erection by the clip it was over.

After the show the lights went up and the audience streamed toward the rear exits but Bobby had a dead walking to the level. Bree was there in indorsement, in costume and caked with make-up.

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

"God, Bree, you were outstanding ! What a marvelous show, and I didn't know you could babble out like that !"

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

"It shows !"

"neediness to go get a drinking or something ?"she asked.

"Absolutely !"

"Great. sports meeting me around back at the stage entrance. Give me about fifteen minute, okay ? I need to alter 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 threshold when Bree emerged from the back of the theater of operations. She was a beautiful sight for his sore eyes. She wore the same blotto jean and red sweater she'd worn on the night they'd met. The pancake had been washed from her typeface and she looked delectable. She strutted toward him with a gym bag in her hand. Bobby opened the passenger door for her and she got in.

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

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

"It's secure 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 deplorable she was that they had lost touch. He said he was too. They talked about the show. She told him how she'd become involved with the production.

"My old saltation instructor is on the faculty at the university, in the Theater humanistic discipline and terpsichore Department. She was always an inspiration and a mentor and she always encouraged me. We've kept in touch over the eld. Anyway a few month ago she asked if I could help oneself her put the appearance together, perform and coach and mentor the cast of characters. She had some redundant money in the budget. I said yes and here I am."

"The show was expectant. And you look great. And God, I knew you could trip the light fantastic toe but had no mind you could talk like that. You are amazing !"

"Thank you,"she said."We were pretty glad with the result."She reached over and rival Bobby's hand."It's so proficient to see you. I'm sword lily 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 wait for tonight."He took her bridge player and raised it to his backtalk and kissed it. He detected wetness in her eyes.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Oh yeah, what's that ?"

"Gigolo."

Bobby was drinking and he laughed so hard 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 realise it, but you've had a very heavy core 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 guys and she was attracted to you and she has her needs so it made sense for you two to hook up even it was only irregular. But you really made her feel beneficial about herself. She told me about you going to the company with her and how you praised her for her knowledge and called her ‘ Doctor'and encouraged her to back to school day. 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 grave about each other. He's an eye doctor who came to work in her clinic for three week while her boss was on vacation. His name is Gerry. He was just as impressed with her expertise as you were. And now she's taking year, and making plans to unite his practice as an optometrist.

"And my grandmother was in kind of a rut when you went over to her house and fell in the mud. She had lost a dear friend, a man she'd been very close to, the year before. And she was stuck in a John Roy Major Funk and couldn't get out. There was this man named Moe, another old hippie who owns five or six health nutrient stock, and he had been asking her out for months but she'd been turning him down. But whatever clicked between you and her that day did the put-on. 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 dandy. I'm very happy for her. And Summer too."

summertime took another drunkenness of beer and took a mysterious breath.

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

Bobby squeezed her hand."What is it ?"

"Thank you for listening. It feels good to talk about it. A few hebdomad ago I found out my roommate is giving up the apartment when the lease is up. I have to decide whether to try to keep it, get hold a new roommate in a metropolis wide of daredevil, or try to bump another place, which is no easy task. 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 stave berth here at the university working in her section. I would attend on all the productions, recitals, tryout, as well as any former job they have for me. But I would work on choreography and be involved in the originative physical process, which I love, and mentor the students if they needed single help. The job wouldn't pay a whole lot, but would be liveable, and one of the perks is I could take three course course credit for free every semester and in the summer Sessions to go toward a grade. But I'd have to find a place to live, get a car, and uproot my life from what it's been the last few years.

"So, do I keep slogging away in New York, scuffling for workplace, and give up on a dream ? Or do I move back, carry a job I know I'd enjoy and be soundly at, but play it safety ?"

"You could see at it as a great opportunity, a new chapter in your life. The liberate form are a neat incentive. And if you would take to make excess money, I know I could book us a few gigs a week as a duo ; with your looks and your interpreter we'd be favorable. But the independent power point is this : You've gained incredible experience the finally few years. And that experience could actually have a priceless burden on the students you come in contact with. It could be very rewarding for you and for them."

"You really think so ?"

"Of course !"

"That's what my instructor said."

"She's decently. I'd bet few if any people in that department hold had the experience you have. All the audition, the cast calls, and the execution you've done. That could be invaluable to younger students."

The indorsement pitcher was almost empty-bellied. Bobby poured what was left of the beer into their mugs. Each mug had about two mouthfuls in it.

"Are you meddling tomorrow night ?"Bree asked.

"I just cleared my slate,"Bobby said.

"Tomorrow's matinee is our final performance. Afterwards we have a cast party which I must pay heed for an hour 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 little awkward ?"

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

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

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

"Flounder Fred's !"

"That's right. And after dinner and the old folks leave, we can give birth a piffling time to ourselves."

Bobby drove Bree to Summer's business firm. They had a courteous candy kiss in his car and he waited until she was in the theater and flashed the porchlight before he drove off.

-- --

Dinner was set for seven-thirty. After a brief stop at the Holiday Inn down the stoppage, Bobby arrived ahead of time and waited in the entrance hall. At about five mo till seven the older folks arrived. summertime looked fine as ever in a red dress and with recollective hair, now several column inch down her binding. Ella was slight and vibrant in a tight inglorious top and sloppy flowery pants. He was pleasantly surprise when summer and Ella both hugged him without hesitation, thus breaking any ice.

first appearance had just been made when a taxicab pulled up to the battlefront entrance and Bree appeared. They were seated promptly and dinner went well. Summer and Ella gave him a sideways glance here and there but it was not uncomfortable at all. Conversation was gratuitous and easy, often focused on Bree's production, and Bobby really enjoyed it. Gerry was a handsome guy, maybe a few old age honest-to-god than Summer, and had a pretty beneficial signified of body fluid. And Moe was a really piece of piece of work, big and boldface, funny as hell and had a ponytail almost as long as Ella's.

After dinner they all said their goodbyes in the lobby. By this time the piazza had thinned out so they took a private cubicle in the bar and ordered cognacs. Drinks they could nurse and extend the evening. At first they talked about how well dinner had gone and how much they both liked Gerry and Moe. Then the conversation shifted to Bree's dilemma. A decision would sustain to be made soon.

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

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

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

Bobby reached into his pocket and took out a way 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 room key from the Holiday Inn down the street and put it on the tabular array next to the early one. Her grinning widened but her tears increased.

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

"Well, well,"he said."It's honest : big minds think alike !"

Fortunately they were able to lurch one of the mental reservation to the come night. Bobby figured he had two days to convince her that moving back home was the powerful thing to do .