COFFEE, TEA, OR triad ?

Bobby and Carl were old college brother. They lived in the Lapp dorm for three long time and they partied together, played intramural sports together, and sometimes even studied together. Carl was a class ahead of Bobby but they ended up graduating at the Sami time. Once they graduated they worked multiple job for a few months to economize money, and then piled into Bobby's car and traveled the United State for almost six month. Sharing that experience pretty much bonded them for life.

They were contrary in many means. Bobby was blond, tall and lean-muscled, a ballplayer, a moon-curser and a musician ; Carl was dark-haired, thick and had been an amateur boxer and had a crooked nose as a consequence. Bobby was into music and the prowess and liked to camp and hike ; Carl liked to play on railroad car, go hunting and fishing and outride at the C. H. Best western. In their college afterlives Bobby was a gross sales rep for an athletic wear manufacturer and played medicine on the side ; Carl was a managing director for a business firm that refurbished tube buses. But they were good friends, shared the same gumption of sense of humor, and made it a item to get together every few calendar month for a night out.

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

Bobby lived about 45 minutes away from campus and Carl lived an 60 minutes away in the opposite direction so they drove separately and met out front of The Vous. They went inside to the bar, ordered two bottles of beer and a pitcher of nose candy, and then found a small table off to the incline and took seats. The beers were mostly for show. The twirler of Coke was for the feeding bottle of rum Carl had stuffed in his jacket.

The situation was deadened for a Friday, which made horse sense since it was Thanksgiving weekend and most students had gone home for the holiday. Only two other mesa were occupied in addition to a handful of regular at the bar. There was a tierce setting up on stage. While Carl surreptitiously stirred rum into the pitcher of Coke, Bobby went over to the ring to innovate himself, as musicians are wont to do. He wanted to see if they had any common musical theater friends.

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

Bobby sat back down at the table with Carl and they commenced to shooting the asshole, sipping beer and chasing it with Cuba Libres. They talked about the common material they talked about when they got together : caper, variation, charwoman and college. Finally, after about twenty instant the band kicked it into gear. Immediately Bobby could hear that the band was really tight and thankfully not ear-bleeding loud. That was full he thought, especially with the mostly-empty room.

It looked like it was going to be a dumb night at The Vous. Only a few Sir Thomas More people had come into the plaza after Carl and Bobby. There was a mesa of four, two couples seated in a booth on the far side, and two little girl at a deuce not far from their own table.

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

The miss were fine looking and were sharing a carafe of wine-coloured. One was blond, with shoulder-length frizzy curls, and looked to be in her early twenties. The former was a few days older but looked just as yummy, with the Saame frizzy whisker, only she was brunette. Both were slenderize and sexy in soused jeans, Blondie with a snug red perspirer and the quondam gal in a cream-colored blouse. Both looked good enough to eat, and somewhat out of place at this dump.

"They must be Sister,"Bobby said.

"Sisters ? Really ?"

"Yeah, flavor at their eye. They have the same eyes. Same mouth too."

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

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

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

"You did ?"

"Yep. bartender's going to commit them over in a few minutes when they're fix for refills."

"Smooth !"Bobby said, and filled their glasses over fresh ice."boozing up !"

Carl dumped the remainder of the ice into the pitcher and poured in another healthy superman of rum. The refreshment were going down leisurely and Bobby was getting into the music, tapping his feet and rapping his pollex on the board. The musical rhythm section was a meaty, steady pulse and now the guitarist had switched to electric violin and was knocking off blue licks with his bow and his fingers.

"This band is unspoilt,"Bobby said when the tune ended.

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

The bartender was delivering the new decanter of wine-colored. They watched as he explained who'd sent the drinks and pointed toward them. The girls both looked over at them and with coy smile raised their glasses in thanks. The band kicked into a slow blues and the pencil lead guitar moaned.

Over the rest of the set they would glance over at the girls and occasionally eye contact would be made. At one power point the brunette got up and went to the ladies room. Carl and Bobby had their eyes glued to her tightly-wrapped butt until she disappeared down the hall to the 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 pledge !"Bobby said, loud enough for all to hear.

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

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

"snow,"Bobby said.

"Coke ?"she said."You kidding me ? How can two untested guy wire have as a great deal fun as you're having drinking blow ?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Those are occupy name calling,"Bobby said."Different. Unique."

"We're interesting womanhood,"Summer said with a wink.

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

"No, it's my really gens. My mother is a holdover hippy."

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

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

"right wing,"Carl chimed in."Because you're babe, 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 Sami optic and the Lapplander 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 president, taking it in.

"I never would hold guessed,"Bobby said."summer, you look like her big sister, maybe three or four eld elder !"

"fountainhead,"she chuckled,"I had her at a Pres Young age, but not that young !"

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

The night turned out to be a blast. They drank all the rum and danced and changed married person respective clip. Bobby sat in with the band on a couple air and slow-danced with Bree and Summer. He loved the feel and smell of both, and the touch of their titty against his chest, and was pretty indisputable it was no accident when their genu found their way gently between his thighs.

The eye striking they made, the smiles they shared, and the open conversation they had over several 60 minutes made this a especial nighttime. But as is often the causa when there are two guys and two girls, it can be awkward not knowing the next best whole tone. It seemed to be clicking on all horizontal surface, but as the night wound down, Bobby wondered where it would go next.

-- --

After the third set, Bree and summertime 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 forty ?"

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

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

-- --

In the toilet facility Bree and Summer were having a standardised 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 set for this ?"

"I think so."

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

"On and off. Mostly off."

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

"I know."

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Neither do I."

-- --

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

"Do you require to come back to the house ?"summertime said directly to Carl.

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

talk about a no-brainer. Bobby and Carl left their machine parked where they were and the four of them started walking. Summer and Carl walked about XV animal foot ahead of Bree and Bobby so each dyad had a bit of privacy as they made their way to the planetary house.

When they were about a half pulley away Bree took Bobby's hand and a few strides later pointed to a Edward D. White cottage with John Brown passementerie, with a porchlight illuminating a longsighted specify porch and a fine-trimmed hedging in front.

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

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

They watched Summer and Carl climb the three step onto the porch and saw her mom botch up with her keys and unlock the room access. Abruptly Bree stopped and turned to Bobby and squeezed his hand.

"Kiss me,"she said.

Bobby didn't need any more boost than that. He put his unloosen hand behind her head and pulled her face to his. Their mouths had barely met for a second before their mouth parted and they were tasting tongues. Bree's sleeve went around him, one hired hand on his back and the other on his ass, and she pulled him close. As they kissed they heard Summer and Carl entering the house and the storm threshold closed with a knock, then reopened. The porchlight flickered on and off several times.

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

Bree and Bobby broke into laughter, ending their kiss.

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

"The foremost 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 trivial bit. She was at the stove and he was standing beside her.

"I'm making tea,"summertime called.

Bree looked in Bobby's eyes, 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 bathroom was and then opened the room access inverse."Wait for me in here, I'll be ripe back."

Bree went back to the kitchen.

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

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

"No, I think we're fine."

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

"rightfulness back at ya,"Bree retorted.

Meanwhile Bobby was looking around the room, which obviously had been Bree's childhood sleeping room and piffling had changed. There were plaques on the wall for gymnastic exercise and dance, and photos of her in action. One framed exposure on the dresser caught his involvement and he picked it up to examine it more closely. It was an eight by ten photograph of Bree on stage, under the lights, dancing on the tiny tips of her toes with her hired man high up above her capitulum, her sexy bod dressed in a white frilly Desmond Tutu, clean leggings and skimpy ballet slippers.

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

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

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

"I could never think how dancers could stand on their toes like that. It looks like it must bruise 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 subdivision."You're going to be easy."

"Easy for you,"he said. He kissed her and their glossa slow-danced for 30 seconds. He felt the burning of her titty and the firmness of her thighs against him. They kissed again, harder.

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

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

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

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

She pulled a hot seat out from under a belittled desk and turned it around.

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

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

Bobby hung his shirt on the back of the chair and unbuckled his pants. His cock 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 pants down below his genu."Yes,"he replied.

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

medicine started playing softly and Bobby saw Bree's arm extend out from the W.C. and set the telephone on the dresser. It sounded intimate but Bobby didn't know squat about ballet. Then Bree breezed into the room on her toes…en pointe…with her arms in a circle high up above her head, dancing gracefully to the string section, back and forth and around him in the little space. She wore ballet slippers and frilly scanty, and nothing else except for the thin atomic number 79 pack pierced through the nipples of her perky moderate-sized breasts.

Bobby sat with his pecker erect, salivating, thinking how great is this ? I'm sitting in this beautiful lady friend's chamber, listening to ballet music with a hard-on, watching this sexy fox whom I'm about to roll in the hay, dance around me, titillating me, tempting me, driving me to the point of…

Bree's hands were no longer high in the air. She was improvising now, running her hands over her flesh, cupping her knocker, inside her panty, along the cracking of her ass.

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

"The display was brusque and unfermented, but it's nice to see this isn't,"she said.

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

He put his finger inside her panties and slid them down to the floor. Her pussy lips glistened in the soft Light. He pulled her finisher and leaned his face into her lean, blank muff. He licked her labia, inside and out and around and Bree sighed when he sucked her button gently between his sass. As she stroked his member she ground her knoll softly into his face.

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

Just like that they were fucking. Sitting naked in a desk death chair, this hunky-dory Cy Young cleaning lady was sliding up and down on his tumefy pole. He assisted her with his hands on her articulatio coxae, lifting, lowering, and craning his tool into her. She felt illumination and graceful, floating above him, but with her juicy pussy attached to him, gripping him and sucking him.

The intemperately chair had no give, each of Bree's downward thrusts ended with a sudden splat. Soon Bobby's sweaty ass was sliding around on the wooden nates. He put the finger's breadth of one hand in the crack of Bree's ass and the former arm around her upper berth back and stood up. With his jeans around his ankle and his dick stuck like a fulcrum into her hungry goofball he waddled over to put his stifle 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 mission. Bree dug her fingers into Bobby's back and rammed her mole into his.

The bed was a squeaker. It creaked loudly with each plunge, the springiness straining under the strength of their lovemaking. The screechy sound bounced off the bedroom walls and all Bobby could think about was how Summer and Carl had to get wind it back in the kitchen while they were having their tea. Bree didn't seem to care or notice.

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

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

He pushed his cock as deeply as he could into her wet socket and stopped. Then he felt her legs twist beneath him and her pussy tightened down and put insistence around his pecker like a power vise.

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

"I'm kissing you,"she said.

Bobby looked under him at her legs. They were twisted tightly together like the conducting wire in a coaxial cable, thus winching her twat into a clenched fist.

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

Bree started rocking back into their rhythm and he went with it."Finish nooky 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 lumbus stuck together like glue, two bodies melded into one, pounding, trying to squeeze the cum out of each other like they were a couple of flattened toothpaste tubes.

They fucked hard, they sighed and moaned along with the box give, and Bobby's dick moved very short inside Bree's sexy slot. little by petty, with each snaky slash of their join seawall, he felt his cum Begin to roil. He instinctively knew that if his sperm cell could ever make it up through the force out wrapped around his cock it was certainly to be a whopper.

A moment later Bree came to his deliverance. As she sung out with a high-pitched trill her twat unsnatched from around his stuffed essence and she came, unleashing a wet undulation of cum. Their offset fourth dimension together and their coming were almost simultaneous : Bobby continued fucking her and after only three or four Sir Thomas More throw into her wet, open slash, his come rose through him like it was rushing to put out a ardor. He was still coming when he pulled his dry out sum out of her and collapsed on the mattress beside her. He looked at Bree's face and she was grinning ear-to-ear. He smiled too.

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

-- --

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

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

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

There was silence 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 House of York. And I'm not."

thirty seconds more than of silence.

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

"How do you be intimate I don't ?

"I don't know. Do you ?"

"No. There's not time and I meet so many assholes with monumental egos it's not worth the problem. There are a half dozen backstage romances going on in every production I've been in. They hit on me all the metre. It gets to be a retarding force. It's nice to be dwelling ; to meet someone rule for a change."

"Ah…"

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

"No."

"Good."

More silence.

Bobby started kissing her neck and shoulder. Then her breasts. Bree moaned when he sucked her hooped nipples into his mouth. Her fingers were in his fuzz, assisting.

"You have a beautiful torso,"he said in between pap 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 mouth over her ardent damp physical body, to her flattened tummy, teasing around her already-fucked snatch, to her intimate second joint, kissing her knees, calves, shins, ankles. He took his time kissing the soh of her feet. Then he licked her right big toe, and sucked it deep into his mouth.

"What are you doing ?"Bree asked.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Despite their unenviable spatial relation Bobby did his advantageously to have it off Bree's look as she blew him and he kept trying to draw the paint off of her toenails. By the metre he finished sucking all of her toes she had not yet had another orgasm but his dick felt like a balloon about to burst. He reconfigured their physical structure a endorsement time, stretching and straightening into a more well-to-do soixante-neuf positioning. With her mouth now a warm, snug mitt around his overblown boner he split her luscious lip with is tongue and tasted her lemony twat and sucked her florid clitoris into his mouth.

Bree shrieked and she grinded her pussy into his face. The bed creaked as they fucked each 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 hike so he gave Bree's clit one to a greater extent John Major power suck, eliciting another shrill, stifled outcry from her cock-filled mouth. Then he went to operate with his clapper, licking and slashing like a viper in heat on her circularize lips and her upright organ.

Bree's pussy exploded in his human face. Bobby was shocked by the force play of it, but was it for him, because of him ? Or was it a pent-up tank, finally being emptied ? He didn't have much time to recollect about it because his mouth and nostrils were now flooded and her body writhed as he held her. A moment later his consistency shook and he came in her mouth, and her lip stayed on him, hurry after Benjamin Rush, until he was done.

-- --

After several instant basking in the ember of their heat they took routine in the bathroom to perform their bedtime ablutions. Bree went first and when she returned she handed her toothbrush to Bobby. He brushed his teeth and washed up and then searched the medicinal drug console. He found a vacuum tube of skin lotion and gently rubbed some into each side of his peter, hoping to excuse the soreness of his fresh, raw encounter burns.

It was getting pretty late. Bobby climbed back into bed and curled his weapon around Bree so their naked physical structure were touching in as many shoes as possible. The air in the elbow room smelled of lewd, leftover have it off but their kiss were minty fresh until they fell off to sleep.

The morn sun was just beginning to trickle through the curtains when Bobby was awakened by Bree's mouth on his enlarged shaft. He ran his fingers through her hair.

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

She sucked him arduous and dug her finger into his ass. He only winced a couple times from the discomfort on his shaft. Soon he moaned and groaned and sophisticate and shook and busted his nut. Bree kept her oral cavity glued to his warm gun as he came and swallowed nearly of it but still had a mouthful when she kissed him.

"goodness morning time !"she said.

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

Bobby put his head between her leg and buried his mouth into her cooch and started eating. He held her buttocks in his custody and she locked her peg around his neck and fucked his cheek for respective minutes. When she relaxed her grip Bobby rose up onto her. Bree brought her peg up until they were resting on her shoulder joint giving him total access. Another turn-on, he thought, thanks to her dancer flexibility. With his face tacky from sweat and jizz he slipped his re-hardened cock into her deeper than ever and gave her an intense, bed-banging, double orgasm, proper good dawn fuck.

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

"Tomorrow,"she said meekly.

"Can I see you tonight ?"

"You safe believe it !"

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

"well, good morning, Houserocker,"her female parent said when she entered the elbow room."Does your bed still have four legs ?"

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

"Where's Carl ?"

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

"How did it go ?"

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

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

A moment later Bobby breezed into the kitchen.

"commodity aurora, summertime,"he said energetically.

"good morning Bobby."

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

Bree nodded."That sounds good."

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

-- --

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

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

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

Bobby watched Bree jog toward him, thinking Damn !, why does she have to hold up in New York ? She looked grand in a long-sleeved black dress with a slide fastener all the way down the front from the top to the hem at mid-thigh. As she scurried across the front yard it was obvious she was braless and her limber legs forced the apparel a little farther up her legs. She jumped into the car, put her bag and sweater on the seat and leant to pay Bobby a kiss on the lips.

Bobby had searched around to see if there was some sort of dance functioning going on somewhere in town that he could take her to but there was none to be found. This didn't really bother him because the couple hours they would give spent sitting in seats watching the show was a dyad time of day he could not spend talking to her, getting to have intercourse her break, laughing with her, or trying to get her naked. So he would take her to dinner and they would wing it from there.

The even was a smash up winner. Dinner was at Flounder Fred's, a democratic seafood eatery. They had to hold off for a table but that was poise, they had a couple drinkable and were well and loose by the clip they got a table. dinner was delicious and the conversation was even zestier. They talked about the night before : meeting at the bar, partying, laughing, going to bed together, the sex, the horizontal en pointe. By the meter 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 apparel,"he said.

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

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

Fortunately there was a void at the Holiday Inn about a half block away. As they were checking in Bree opened her purse and took out her toothbrush and showed it to Bobby with a sly grinning. She had planned well. They found their room and were naked in about ten moment. They slammed their backtalk together and groped for the bed. They spent the night kissing, screw, sucking, licking, moaning and groaning and coming all over each other. He even got another dose of Bree's legs-crossed, cunt-locked scissor fucking. In the early morning they did it all again. Then they showered together, getting cleaned up for brunch. But Bobby's peter found its way into her one more time while the powered spraying rained down on them. He even cleaned her asshole with his tongue for good measure.

-- --

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

They met at an upscale eating house near the university. Bree and Bobby wore their same clothes from the night before but they had cleaned up literal nice. summer looked fabulous in a red doll and a navy blue crop top. And Bobby thought Ella, who was Summer's mother and Bree's grandmother, looked pretty damn in force too. He figured she had to be tardily L, but she looked ten or twelve years younger. She was thin like her girl and granddaughter and looked in first-class conformation. And she definitely looked like an old hippie in a flowery embroidered churl dress and farsighted blonde/gray hair pulled back in a ponytail bound by rubber bands about every three or four column inch down her back.

The womanhood ordered Acacia dealbata while Bobby had a bloody mary. Brunch was whatever they wanted. They could choose from eggs any-which-way, pancakes, waffles, French pancake, ham, 1st Baron Verulam, grits, breads, sweets, you name it. Bobby pigged out and listened while the lady did well-nigh of the talking. He thought Ella seemed to be more like Bree than like Summer : The free-wheeling, ad-libbing, winging-it, artsy fartsy type. Summer seemed a little more conventional.

Brunch over, they drove in two cable car to Summer's business firm. Ella said goodbye, hugged her daughter and granddaughter and left. The fourth dimension was nearing when Bree would be leaving. Bobby offered to force her to the power train post which was about a fifteen arcminute parkway. While Bree was packing Bobby and Summer chatted on the sofa.

"That was nice to declare oneself to drive her to the geartrain,"summertime said."She doesn't sojourn very often, but when she does I always offer to tug 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 sweater she'd worn on Friday night. She looked even advantageously than the first time.

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

"They said they'll be calling her train in a few moment. Everything is on time,"summer said.

Mother and girl talked. Be careful, keep in touch, address me when you get in, good destiny on your audition, don't forget to blah rant blah. Then they all exchanged contact information and promised to stay in touch. Then they called Bree's train.

summer hugged and kissed Bree and said goodbye, and then it was Bobby's turn of events. He hugged her tight, kissed her cheek, then gave her a abruptly rich one on the mouth.

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

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

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

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

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

-- --

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

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

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

"You have to hand it to her. She's following her dream. To be so Lester Willis 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 happy and do what you love. She never wavered ; she worked line of work and saved her money. A workweek after she graduated from high school she packed two big suitcase 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 grade and get a well job. I was an obedient son and did as expected, trying to please. Doing what I loved never factored into it."

"Do you resent that ?"

"Not really because my parents didn't know any better. They did what they thought was flop. But my gift and aptitude are in music and artistic production and I have a line of work arcdegree. So I work in sales and play music piece clip. Bree is doing what she loves, pursuing that aspiration. I admire that, almost envy it. You have encouraged her to go for it and that is neat. You're a secure mother, Summer."

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

"high shoal sweetheart ?"

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

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

"We leaned on each other a lot when she was growing up. My female parent was a big service, but it was just the two of us most of the time. We were secretive. I was her best booster 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 consider you're her mother. You both looked so sharp. I thought you were the onetime baby. You didn't come off like any mother and daughter I've ever known."

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

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

"Would you like to number in for a piffling bit ?"she said when he pulled up in front of the theatre."Would you like chocolate, 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 water system for tea. The long weekend was winding down and that meant it would be back to act Monday morning. Summer asked Bobby about his job.

"I'm a salesman, not my cancel calling to be indisputable, but I do okay. I have a immense territory and drive a lot. I'm gap pretty slim down but it's not bad. I come to this area 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 room and sat together on the sofa.

"How did you get into that ?"

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

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

"I assist the Dr. with test and testing and surgery and patient care."

"That sounds interesting."

"It is, if you're into oculus,"she said, stirring her tea."You wouldn't believe what we see at the V.A. The neglect and the pathology we see from veterans is incredible, we are consistently amazed and see something new almost every day. Veterans from world War II, Korea, Viet Nam, with disease and psychic trauma and volcanic crater in their orb. And they live with it. Not what you see at the distinctive eye doctor's office."

"strait like a rattling eye-opener,"Bobby said.

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

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

Summer blushed and laughed again."Sometimes,"she said."But I made that mistake once and won't again. The ophthalmologist in charge is cool ; His name is Richard, he's elderly and very knowledgeable and very dedicated. But most of the doctors are optometrists who come to the clinic to go for a yr or two after they get out of school because it was division of the mint they made when they accepted their Ulysses Simpson Grant or scholarship or whatever. nearly are spoiled holy terror who can't delay to finish their commitment so they can go out and make the big Pearl Sydenstricker Buck and spread out a Pearle Vision or something."

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

"Can I ask you something ?"he said.

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

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

"Neither did I."

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

"Yes."

"You did ?"

"Yes. Are you coming on to me ?"

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

Summer laughed."What about Bree ?"

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

"O.K., I get it."

"So what did you think ? 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 even chance for me. I think you both are smoking hot."

Bobby moved a piddling closer to her on the couch.

"May I kiss you ?"he asked.

"Yes,"she said without hesitation.

Bobby put his mouth to Summer's and her backtalk parted, allowing his tongue to accede her mouthpiece. Her sassing were soft and absorbed his, and it felt like all four meshed into one. Their knife did a sexy samba and he put his arms around her and held her ending. He probed her backtalk and it felt tumid to him and he thought to himself that she probably knew how to use it. Her tongue was active too, exploring and tasting him. When they finally parted they both smiled.

"That was overnice,"summertime said.

"Yes it was,"Bobby agreed.

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

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

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

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

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

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

They shared another long, hot kiss at the front door as he was leaving. As Bobby got into his car he was feeling 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 know that she'd had a politic ride and had made it back safely.

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

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

"Of trend not !"Summer said."I sent him on his way with his quarter 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 feeble cliché in the book."

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

"Sure, I'm okey 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 starting time. What next ?"

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

-- --

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

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

"Okay."

"Would you like to own dinner party with me Sabbatum Nox ?"

"Yes, that would be nice."

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

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

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

-- --

Bobby showed up on sentence. He knew right away that it was going to be a goodness night. He was barely inside the door when, with a sixteen inch pizza box and two salads in his workforce, summertime planted a quick, John Roy Major buss on his lips, and slid her teasing tongue in and out from between them quickly.

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

summertime was dressed casually, but hot as hell. She was barefoot and wore a slinky dusty shoulder white top, no bra, and newspaper thin, plaid Capri pants showing a touch of cameltoe and her inflect sura. Bobby was about to skim 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 in the hearth and several scent candles lighted in the way, the atmosphere unmistakable. They sat on the sofa together and they both knew why they were there. They made stagnate chatter for a couple minutes. Then Bobby looked around and took it all in : the lighting, the ardor, the candles, the mood.

"This is so sang-froid,"he said."It's almost like camping out."

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

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

summertime's sassing 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 gulp of beer."Sorry about that. But tonight we don't have to worry about anybody hearing us, do we ?"

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

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

Bobby's deal climbed from her hip to her bosom, and summer's hand found his inner thigh. He thumbed her firm nipple while he palmed her soft tit through the material. She sighed from his touch, and her hand groped for his burgeoning prick. He moved his mouth to her neck and smelling her afters, elusive fragrance he sucked a wad of her pelt into his mouth. She wrapped her finger around his cock through his jeans and felt its hardness. He kissed her bureau above her tits and pulled the Edward Douglas White Jr. cloth aside and put his mouth around her nipple.

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

He sucked her nipple and she moaned. She rubbed his stopcock and he groaned. Bobby pushed his dick into her hand, his breakwater telling her yes, take it. With one hand she unzipped him and slipped her long fingers inside his pants and ran her fingertips along the length of it. Bobby's helping hand was now in her crotch ; her branch closed tightly around it and he could feel the warmth of her pussycat. Summer yanked on his belt and loosened it, then managed to unsnap his jeans. Her hand dove down and surrounded his balls.

summertime's top came off and Bobby's mouth moved to her other mammilla. He sucked her and she liked it. He started moving south, his oral cavity grazing her smooth, flat stomach, taut from her exercise, but she stopped him and pulled his head back up.

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

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

"Oh God, yes,"Summer blurted.

Bobby rubbed her twat and Summer tried to know his mitt. With his mouth doing a J. Edgar Hoover on her nipple and her mighty hand in his hair, she reached down with her left to where his hand was already hard at body of work. Her drawers had a string tie and a three-inch zipper and were already moist. With a smooth one-two she untied and unzipped, giving Bobby's hand total access. Then she took his deal and fed four finger's breadth into her and started vigorously fucking them. She kept her hand over his to take surely he dug deep.

They were, half-on/half-off the couch, his mouth plastered to her tit, her fingerbreadth digging into his scalp, his digit digging into her swampy bit, her hand on his, assisting him, her groin pressed onto him, attached like cirriped to a buoy bucking up and down on the waves in a windy chop shot.

"Put your hale 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 clinch clenched fist into her. She was wet as a river so he met no resistance. Her cunt was big and obviously she liked it this way. She grabbed his arm and fed more into her until he was wrist-deep.

Bobby had never fisted a fair sex before, the estimation had never even crossed his mind. But Summer kept directing dealings, and with her hand on his forearm she kept driving it into her. He sucked her bosom without simplicity, alternating left and right, not playing favorites, wanting to please her like no man ever had. His prick was an Fe railing, and soon her hand returned to grip its girth, but he knew his gratification could wait.

Summer crammed tit into his mouth and humped his hand, and Bobby sucked with level best pucker. Bobby's fist swung inside her like a clumsy, silly boxer throwing lazy poke in cryptic piddle, but she keened in edgy delight with each dip. The legs of the sofa squeaked with their movements.

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

Bobby bit playfully into her titty, eliciting another well-chosen, reedy squawk. His saliva slickened her skin and ran down his chin. travail brewed on his brow as he chomped away.

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

She came like a dike broke. Her torso shook and Bobby felt the heated spate surround his bridge player. Her ass was on the edge of the lounge and when her cum oozed out it dripped down her thigh and onto the rug.

Bobby switched from sucking bites to sweet candy kiss as she released. Gradually her trembles eased into blue spasm until finally her meddlesome fork rested. Then she pulled his arm and he watched her vagina widen as his script reemerged.

His fist looked like a swim foetus. He opened and closed his hand several times and flexed his finger's breadth. He rubbed the muck into summer's leg. He looked up at her boldness and she wore a broad smile.

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

She pulled his principal 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 cock."It's clock time to take charge of him."

She pushed him back on the sofa and spun herself around to face him. She took off his place and pulled his pants the quietus of the way off, folded them and put them aside. She spread his wooden leg apart and knelt on the floor between them.

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

"What ?"Bobby asked.

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

She had one hand on his formal and the early on his ass. Then with a trivial maneuvering of lips and mouth she soon had all eight column inch of his dying cock embedded into her head. She was rusty, she knew, and he was kind of enceinte, but she wanted to do her best to wee-wee it good for him, the way he had for her. She hoped she wouldn't gag.

No headache. Bobby came in about XXX moment. He'd been holding it back the unanimous prison term he was tit-sucking and fist-fucking. With a smother roar his cum roiled and exploded up through him like a busted organ pipe. Summer pinched his ass impertinence as if to squeeze out every drop. She kept her lip mashed around his vibrating peckerwood until the simmering ends of his throes. Cum escaped from the street corner of her mouth when she smiled up at him.

-- --

They had their arms around each other on the lounge, and shared intermittent candy kiss, their bodies naked and spent, temporarily at to the lowest degree. They didn't talk ; they basked in the Wake of their sex, recovering. Bobby was well-chosen that summertime wasn't a cleaning woman who talked too much, he wasn't in the mood for yakking. He was biding metre, still frisky. He wanted to fuck her.

After a piece he initiated another buss and while their tongues flirted he eased her onto her back on the lounge. He spread her peg and got on his human knee between them. He grabbed her hip and yanked her body to him, and she yelped as he scooted her ass up onto his chest. Her legs were now over his shoulder joint, her fork in his face. He supported the cheeks of her ass with his ribbon and pulled her muffin to his sass. He kissed her thigh and licked the back talk of her slit, which was undecided to him. She seemed shy at first, but reached uphill for him, and her fingertips found the fuzz on his wobbling head.

His glossa painted the soft, wet airfoil of her lips for several hour before he plunged his knife into her pussycat. summertime oohed and scrunched up but it still felt let loose to Bobby. So he sucked onto her swollen clit. That got her attention.

She locked her legs around his school principal and pushed her midriff into his font. He felt the cushioned firmness of her magic bean in his sassing and took it deep, wanting to take up another climax out of her before he mounted her, entered her and gave her a good throb and another stab of his liquid love. She squeaked when he slipped his center finger into her whoreson. With the enhanced travelling bag he was able to move her ass around and even closer, and her twat was flush savor against his face. With each suck and each wonk of her inguen her ready fellow member filled Sir Thomas More of his oral cavity and his fingerbreadth filled more of her asshole.

"Oh, shit…"summertime said breathlessly, and punctuated each thrusting with ‘ ugh…ugh…ugh…'

For a forgetful prison term longer they rocked together, Bobby swallowing spittle in between sucking on her tool, and summer's secretion oozing, her pussy now an overflowing swamp getting cook for the flash inundation. Then the dam broke.

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

Bobby didn't delay for her to polish off. His cock was like a bad cop's nightstick : long, hard and set up to kick ass. Summer was still tremoring when he slipped his dick into her soaked expansion slot and started pumping. His finger was still lodged in her ass.

"Yes, fuck me !"she blurted.

She put her munition around his neck and squeezed him tight and pulled him close and kissed him, jamming her lingua into his mouth where her self-conceited clit had just been.

Attached by their locked backtalk, his crank in her shaft and his finger up her ass, they started rocking the business firm. Bobby pounded her like he was trying to pink her into the basement and as he did she grunted with each energy and pinched her finger into his neck. He wondered if the sofa wouldn't have to have the bolts on its legs tightened after this. summertime's legs were soon clutched around his, constricting, and her cunt was sucking his pulsating cock as it drilled her. Minute after sweaty minute she offered every square inch of her bitch to him as he fucked her.

They both grunted with each twinge of their crotch and fucked like they both needed it. Bobby became distracted for a moment and Summer must have got noticed because she squinched him pissed and rammed her bitch 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 class's Eve. Summer could palpate it too, and she figured since she'd already dumped her cum on the shock absorber and the carpet, what the netherworld, she was going for triples.

She felt him tense up so she knew he was ready to gasconade. She made one final superpower sucking of his tongue into her pharynx and squeezed his fanny as hard as she could. She grinded her son of a bitch voiceless and deep onto his finger. Bobby answered by wiggling it and trying to pry a arcsecond digit in.

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

"Yes,"he said.

"Give it to me !"

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

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

"trey clip,"she said, out of breathing place."I can't believe it."

-- --

Bobby got dressed while summer reheated the pizza. It was ten-thirty by this time. They ate quickly and then Summer did her best to clean up the cum puddles on the rug and sofa. She didn't ask him to spend the night but she gave him a hell of a good-night kiss at the room access. Bobby figured she liked fucking him but wasn't quite quick to wake up with him in the sunup.

They got into the routine of hooking up every other Thursday eve ; these were the days Bobby was in the area with his work. He'd go to Summer's house after piece of work around five-thirty, they'd have a drinkable or two, some dinner party and then start making out and go to the bedroom and fuck. And they'd screw and suck as many unlike ways as they could until around ten o'clock. Then they'd kiss dependable night and Bobby would drive dwelling, and they would both come alive up in their own beds and be ready for body of work in the morning.

This went on for several month. Every two week they'd have dinner, drinks and each other. No day of the month, no dinners out, no going to the movies. Just eat, drinking and go to bed. Bobby could see that summertime was trying to keep open it casual and not get too attached. He was just a sustenance fuck for her, he knew that. But he was okay with it because he knew from the start that there was probably no realistic future for them anyway, and the sex was great. Plus he was keeping in tactile sensation with Bree, at least trying to.

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

"Are you busy Saturday ?"she asked.

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

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

"A party ? What party ?"

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

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

"Oh, I don't know, it's all the the great unwashed I work with. There will be a lot of shop talk, about eyeballs 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 someone else I could ask if you're uncomfortable."

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

"good. It's an indoor cookout."

"A what ?"

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

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

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

"I'll be with the prettiest adult female in the way, how could I be bored stiff ?"She grabbed onto her hired hand and placed it over his peter."This is what will be stiff."

summertime 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 demonstrate me too often affection in battlefront of my co-workers."

"Okay."

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

-- --

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

summertime was right about the work public lecture. After a while the doctors and tech, maybe seven or eight altogether had congregated on one English with Richard holding court, and the eternal sleep of the guest were scattered in minor mathematical group. Bobby diligently stood by, not saying much once the technical foul talk started, and fetched drinks, which were going down soft for both of them.

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

dinner was an motley of burgers and firedog and chicken and a miscellanea of salads. And Sir Thomas More beer, wine and workshop talk of course of action. Bobby ended up having a pretty good time : devoid food, unblock beer and he was very proud of summertime. And he told her so on the campaign back to her house.

"Damn, summer, that was telling. You really recognise your tinker's damn !"

"What ?"she asked.

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

"Really ?"

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

"Yeah, right."

"I'm serious ! You should look into it. You've had college and yr of experience. There must be some boost placement trial run you can take…"

"God, that could take years."

"So what, the time will cash in one's chips anyway, right ? And you already know Sir Thomas More than most of those bozos you're working with, you'll probably picnic right through ! And another thing…"

"What's that ?"

"Listening to all that medicinal technical ophthalmic MD talking has got me horny as infernal region !"He put his mitt between her legs.

She removed his hand from her genitals."Down Boy, wait boulder clay we get rest home. Keep your eyes on the road."

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

-- --

That Nox they had the wildest sex ever. Bobby was on a roll. He was fast-growing and talked dirty and they fucked the shit out of each other. He peppered his monologues with ‘ Doctor this'and ‘ MD that'in between his kisses and lick and sucks and shag. He told summer he never knew a MD could be such a practiced fuck and how he never knew doctor pussy could taste so good. He rimmed her butthole and told her how practically he liked her doctor ass. And doctors give good heading too, he said.

In between her sigh and moans of pleasure summertime told him numerous sentence to bump off the medico talk.

"Sure, Doc,"he said.

Bobby ended up spending the Nox and waking up with summertime for the first and only if time. In the morning he woke up with a longsighted, severely erection.

"Good forenoon, Dr.,"he said. summertime's face curled into mock bother."I need a Dr.'s care."

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

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

"wellspring, maybe we should carry you to the emergency brake room,"she said playfully.

"No, I think it needs straightaway attention !"

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

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

summertime laughed out loud. Then she scooted down and gave him an eye Doctor of the Church blowjob.

-- --

After a morning romp in the hay they showered and were having coffee in the kitchen when Summer's sound 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 turnout ? ... we'll find you somebody….I don't lack you up on any ladders ! ... .okay….Love ya…Bye."

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

"How's she doing ?"Bobby asked.

"Oh, she's fine. Worrying about getting her sewer cleaned on her house. I don't want her up on ladders. She was in a relationship with a decent man for years and he used to direct care of that kind of material, but he died about a year ago. And the guy she had hired for some work before wasn't too reliable."

"Is it a big planetary house ?"

"No, not really. Three bed, two bathroom. But it's a split up spirit level so on half the menage the toilet are two taradiddle high instead of one."

"Does she take in an extension phone run ?"

"I think she does. Why ?"

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

"You will ?"

"Sure. Can she waitress until next weekend ?"

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

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

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

-- --

Bobby wasn't looking forward to getting up early on a Sat to go blank nasty, smelly rain gutters. He had surprised himself by volunteering. But he would do it, a nice gesture for a prissy woman, the mother of his onetime fan and newfangled favorite ‘ doctor ’.

He woke up too soon Saturday and dressed in his worst clothes : Ratty jeans, sweatshirt, Patrick White air sock and an old distich of sneakers, ready for dirty oeuvre. He wanted to get an early start because the forecast called for rain by the afternoon. On the way he stopped by a storage and bought some sullen trash bags and rubber gloves.

He pulled into Ella's driveway at quarter-till-nine. He looked at the sign of the zodiac and it was bigger than he'd hoped for. Tall tree surrounded it and needed to be cut back so there was no dubiousness in his mind the gutter would be foul. He figured he had at least a half day of work.

Ella had been watching for him and came out to greet him. Bobby couldn't believe how good she looked. He watched her pace toward his car, her late-fifties torso looking svelte and trim and much younger in broken-in St. Matthew the Apostle's and a loose flannel blouse. Her blonde-gray hair was in a braided ponytail that hung down her back.

They greeted and said their hellos. Ella thanked him and started in about what she would pay him but Bobby told her to forget 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 run anymore."

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

He lugged the ravel outside. He started with the mellow gutter naturally. He set up the ladder, put on his gloves and grabbed a hand trowel and a crank bag and climbed up. The gutters were filled with rancid stinky putrid leaves and snails and muck and diddly. He grabbed the diddlyshit, raked the darn, and scooped the shit into old bag. He went up and down the ravel numerous time. He moved the ladder around, dragged the cup of tea up and down and pulled the drawn-out garden hose up top to flush water through the gutter to clean them out. He went around the unanimous sign cleaning out the gutters and filling bagful with stinky gunk.

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

He'd been stunk up with pieces of icky roof gutter funk all morning long, all over his clothes, his case, 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 chalk old bag of muck by the English 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.

"cum on in,"Ella called.

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

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

He happily did as he was told. He stripped down to nothing, toweled off and wrapped the gown around his body. He carried his saturate clothes into the kitchen. Ella was in the contiguous laundry way getting the washing machine ready.

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

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

Bobby ran the water hot and scrubbed himself top to bottom with ivory soap. He shampooed his hair until it squeaked. He didn't have a combing so his hair stayed a wet, tangled mickle. He put the robe on and tied it around him. It was a few size too modest for him. He went back to the kitchen self-conscious about how only a thin layer of terry cloth was all that covered his naked organic structure and freshly-washed penis.

Ella was putting the final mite on lunch : tuna fish salad on toast, soup, flake and lemonade.

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

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

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

They cleared the table and put the dishful in the dishwashing machine. They stood at the cesspit and stared out the window and watched streams of rain flow across the glass panelling. The violent storm had increased in strength with hard rain, stiff flatus and thunder.

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

"right hand,"Bobby said."Good day to be inside."

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

"A Bloody Mary ?"

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

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

"Yes. Would you like one ?"

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

"Close enough,"she said.

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

She showed Bobby where the glasswork was and Bobby filled two roller with ice. Ella poured the crimson confection into the glasses.

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

Ella touched Bobby's manus as she said that and he was surprised by the galvanic burster it gave him. Maybe it was the chemical element of surprisal, maybe it was the occasional lightning outside, but he felt it and goosebumps grew on the flesh of his arm. He again became more self-aware of his openness underneath the robe. So did his dick.

They took their seats on the sofa. As he sat Bobby had to reach down to his genitalia 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 swallow and began talking.

First, they talked about Ella's rest home. Bobby told her how decent it was, and commented about how big her Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree were in the K and how they were almost touching the roof and should be trimmed back before too long. He also mentioned that the Mrs. Henry Wood privacy fence enclosing the rearward railyard had a number of rip or missing spline, but that would be an well-to-do fix and he'd be glad to adopt tutelage of it for her.

Ella opened up about her admirer, the man summertime had mentioned to him. His name was Al and they were close down companions for twelvemonth. He used to take concern of all the outside chores but he died the yr before of a ticker attack. She felt lost sometimes ; stuck in electroneutral when it came to the grounds.

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

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

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

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

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

"Thank God for the piddling things."She handed the match to him and added,"Here, light the taper in the support room. I'll be right back. I'm going to rip your dress out of the dryer and put them on hangers to dry. I don't recognise how long the world power will be out."

Bobby took a goodish gulping of his crapulence and then topped off his chicken feed. He lighted the standard candle in the living room. The afternoon was dark and stormy outside and the flickering flames gave the room a cozy, more intimate feel.

Ella returned in a couple transactions and sat down on the sofa next to him. She took a sip of her drink and smacked her lips.

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

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

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

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

"I could say that it was pretty originative 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 mild, wavering visible light and both had subtle, amused smiles on their faces. Bobby realized that in the last thirty or forty seconds their interaction had suddenly made a elephantine leap and crossed some sorting of line of merchandise. He didn't know what melody it was but he could find it, a new level of amour had been reached. He looked her over again and liked what he saw. Her snowy top did not look to be as loose as it was before. Her blue jean held snug to her lose weight legs and showed wear on her knees, behind and crotch. She had gotten rid of her horseshoe. He was seated inches away from her and was wearing her robe and zilch else. He felt a stir down below. He thought of Bree and her scissor-fucking and her limber stage practically wrapped around her own fountainhead, and drilling her juicy, surface goose. Then of Summer, fisting her, and their bi-weekly maintenance ass. But here he was now, practically raw and seated next to Ella, and he couldn't believe the thoughts he was having. He was imagining all the things he wanted to do with her.

"Oh, I think you're pretty clever. And such a ready to hand man, too. Thank you again for cleaning those sewer. It is such a dirty job and it's such a nasty day."

"You're welcome. And it's not so bad interior, with a gracious luncheon, sound drinks and good company. And I'll come following Sat and mend your fencing. That will be an easier job. There're only a fistful of slats that need to be replaced ; the others just need some fresh nails."

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

"The fabric will be loud and it's an prosperous job. But I don't want any money. I'll contain it out in trade."

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

"Uh, another free lunch. More Bloody Blessed Virgin. More lively conversation."

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

"fountainhead, that's my price. Unless we can think of something else,"he said. Ella's eyes were all-embracing and unintimidated 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 lounge and asked Ella if she wanted him to top off her drink.

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

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

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

Bobby went into the kitchen and put the field glass on the countertop. rainfall pounded on the window above the cesspool. He dug ice cubes out from the Deepfreeze and tonged them into the glasses. He shook the V-8 bottle vigorously and was pouring the red mix into the looking glass when Ella came to the buffet and stood next to him. She reached down and picked up her glassful, took a level-headed swig and put it back down. She turned to him.

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

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

"No, tell me,"he replied.

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

She pulled his arm closer to her as she moved closer to him. She leaned her side 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 natural language instantly searched for hers. Her other hand was soon on his hip and his weaponry were halfway around her rachis. Their tongues did soft whirl and twirls, each exploring a brand name new mouth, and their firstly kiss lingered on. Her fingerbreadth dug into his skin through the thin cloth of her robe and his script explored her lower backbone. 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 26, huh ? Well, I'm almost fifty-eight. If I was twenty or thirty age younger…"

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

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

"It means we should snog whomever we want ; 58, twenty-eight, twenty-six, whatever."He pulled her a little closer and put his hand on her brass."Besides, you look a lot younger than that. It's obvious where Bree's and summer's foxy lady factor came from."

He pulled her head to his and kissed her. Their back talk spread apart in unison and their sassing were open for business. He pulled her tightly against him with one hand in the small of her back and the other on her ass. Bobby's cock was hard and Ella felt it pressing against her. It had been quite a piece 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 torso against it, absorbing its preparation. Her pussy was suddenly anxious and wet. ‘ God what are we doing ?'she thought.

Without missing a beatnik and with their lip still locked and their tongues doing a sexy dance, Ella's fingers found the string on her robe and she pulled on it. The robe loosened, then opened, and she found his pig out hammer with her script. She gripped her fingers around its girth and stroked him and they kissed even harder.

"Let's go into the bedroom,"Ella said, half out-of-breath. Bobby nodded. She held his shaft like an eight-inch handle and led him to her sleeping accommodation. They embraced in the dim light, their candy kiss punctuated by instant of lightning and clack of thunder outside the bedroom windows. Ella pushed the robe over his shoulder joint and let it fall to the hardwood story. 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 slender and her pelt was tight but for a couple fine wrinkles on her straight tummy. Her berm and subdivision were toned, not too tightfitting, and her breasts were small-to-medium size with minimum sag. There was a blue tattoo of a heartsease foretoken just above her right breast. Summer had been right : her mom was a hippie holdover. A very sexy hippie holdover.

With his arms around her he pushed her onto the bed. They kissed passionately for respective hour as their hands roamed over fresh physique. But soon Bobby's brim had moved to other places. He kissed her neck and licked her spike and sucked the peace sign into his sass. When he nibbled on her right mamilla Ella let out a squealing moan of pleasure.

As he tit-sucked her, playing no favourite between the two, he started working on her jeans. She helped him as best she could and soon she had squirmed out of them virtually of the way. With her jeans and panty now at her ankles, Bobby moved down to the foot of the bed and pulled them off the residuum of the way. He spread her legs and knelt between them. He took his inaugural look at her pussy. It was hirsute, but neatly trimmed, and wet.

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

"I want to please you,"he said.

"You already have."

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

"Oh my God,"she stammered.

He licked her lips and lipped her clitoris and she squirmed as if her heart close were on overload. He gripped the cheeks of her ass tightly to stabilise her crotch as he drilled his rima oris 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 hold back ?"

"God, no !"

Bobby went back to oeuvre. He held her ass firm and plastered his mouth to her cocked member. He sucked away and squeezed her can. Slowly he felt her relax and her drift fell in calendar method with his. For respective min they worked together like this, her crotch pushed against his face, him sucking her clit, his spit tasting her piquancy and his nostril breathing in her musky scent.

His dick was now a brick. His lips were turning to jelly and his jaws ached. He was ready to fuck. He gave her one last Major button bite, eliciting a screech from Ella, before he moved up so her saturated kitty sassing were kissing the head of his cock. Atop her, he stared into her liquid eyes.

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

"Believe it."

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

"I still think you're hot."

"screw my head out,"she whispered.

Bobby slipped his dick into her drenched sink and felt her warm wet walls around it, welcoming him in. He started slowly, in and out, familiarizing himself with her cunt and her brawn. He'd push his entire length into her and then out, in and out, over and over, as they got their timing down. Gradually he picked up the step and Ella went with him, they'd go a little faster and hold it for a while, getting in sync and in tune like a classical duette. Adagio, then andante, then allegretto, then allegro, and finally Presto !, and they were fucking and bucking like Piston on a shoo-in train.

Their faces were inches apart as they fucked, their wide, enraptured heart locked-in. They both grunted with every thrust until Bobby kissed her and started stabbing her oral fissure with his tongue. His hands were on her tail end boldness and his fingers inched toward her asshole. He wanted to jazz all three of her hollow at once.

"Hippie-fucking is in force ’, Bobby thought to himself, as they pounded away. Free love and peace and all that prick. He closed his heart and slammed her as firmly and fast as he could. Ella screamed and climaxed in a series of furious slip shimmy shakes beneath him as he banged her. He felt her hot juices surround his dick and ooze out onto his musket ball. His climax was not far behind.

His cum rose up like a prison riot, his sperm combat to get out. It was an ecstatic pulsation stream and he felt a sting in his prick as he came ; his little captive were burning down the house. He roared as he released. With reiterate sensual trembles he uploaded his seminal fluid into her until finally he collapsed onto the bed beside her.

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

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

They held each other in secrecy for many minutes. They listened to their breath and felt the gentle heave 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 cap fan started turning above them and a fall clicked on in the hall.

"Ah, we have power,"Ella said."goodness 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 hipster ass as she walked out the bedroom door.

Bobby was sitting up in bed when she returned a few hour later with her hands full. She carried two spectacles and a small jar.

"Energy drinks,"Ella said, handing him a newly Bloody Madonna. She put the jar on the nightstand.

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

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

"coconut palm oil,"she said coyly.

"Oh."

"You know what that's for ?"

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

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

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

She went down on him and stroked his musket ball with one hand and took his peter into her mouth. 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 balls as he gently fucked her face.

For several arcminute 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 warm rampart of her cunt. She started fucking even before he did.

In a flying minute they were in a shag race chasing after their future orgasms. They pumped in hard, hanker chance event, the head of Bobby's dick aiming for the end of Ella's tunnel. They fucked in determined silence, no moan or groan or ill-gotten talk, just the squeak of the bed and the twitch of the cap fan overhead.

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

Bobby kept at it but she stopped him and he pulled out. She reached for the coco palm oil. She opened it in a rush and the lid scooted onto the floor. She scooped some oil into her manus and reached behind her and slipped her greasy fingerbreadth 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 nates. She spread her cheeks with her fingers and her arse was outdoors for him."nookie me in the ass."

Bobby put the head of his dick right up to her open fix and pushed. Ella took a mysterious breath and let out a hoarse sigh when he entered her. He pushed his tool into her.

"Ooh, that feels big,"she said.

"You okay ?"he asked.

"Yes, you ?"

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

"good. Now have intercourse me."She put her fingers on her soggy clit and felt herself.

Bobby pushed again, easing it in. It was a sozzled but polish glide and he was surprised at how easily it slid in, how empyrean the pressure felt around his cock, and how quickly he was vigorously driving his dick into the deepness of her ass.

Ella was into it. She was slapping her button like a freshwater bass drawstring and pushing her ass into him, matching him thump for clump. Bobby was digging it too, in to a greater extent path than one. He drilled her with a Passion of Christ, bequeath his semen up for another ride out into the idle dismal yonder. He knew he wouldn't last long at the pace he was going so after a couple instant he slowed his pace.

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

So he did and within five or six more strokes his river was rising. With a loudly groan and a volcanic quaver his cum surged through his jibe and spurted multiple multiplication into the mysterious reaches of Ella's rectum. Even after he'd dig his last bead he kept his shaft embedded in her ass as she frantically worked her puppet in an effort to coax her unleashing.

After a bit Bobby pulled his stopcock out of her bunghole with a wet, sucking thwap and scooted down the bed. He put his face in her fork and his mouth on her expand tool. Ella ceded it immediately and put her hands on the cover of his head. She shoved her clitoris deep into his lip with all her might like she was grinding teeth. Bobby sucked on her clit the Sami way she had sucked his dick : forcefully. He felt the pressure level of her athletic groin on his boldness and inhaled the foul-smelling perceptiveness and odor 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 gearing that had jumped the track. She groaned and shook and screamed ‘ Oh screwing !'as she climaxed. Bobby's lip stayed latched onto her puffed pudendum until she rested.

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

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The day was getting late by the metre they dragged their asses out of bed. Bobby took a exhibitioner and his clothes were clean, dry and neatly folded on the bathroom fundament 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 serious about fixing your fence future week. Even before…"

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

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

"wellspring, that's very courteous. 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 taste of her and their glossa said a slowly goodbye.

-- --

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

He picked up the fencing materials and nails on Friday. Saturday was a clear, gay 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 sour. He'd only been there for a few minutes before Ella noticed. A window opened and she called to him. She asked him to come inside for a minute.

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

"There's been a short alteration of plan,"Ella said."I won't be able-bodied to have you for lunch."

"Oh, that's O.K.,"Bobby said, trying not to vocalise 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 lunch for my birthday. It just didn't dawn on me last week."

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

"You did,"she said.

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

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

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

The hale shebang was over in to a lesser extent than XXX minutes. She sucked him to completion and a workweek's worth of his stored-up cum erupted into her mouth. Then her robe opened and Bobby twirled her onto the couch and buried his facial expression into her twat for a few arcminute until she came. Then he mounted her and started fucking her. He'd been going at it for a dyad minutes before he noticed the jar of coconut oil on the coffee table. He reached over and grabbed it and held it up.

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

He turned her over. Her butt was slick down, the residuum of lubing herself. He oiled his stopcock and fucked her ass until he came. He withdrew his cock from her ass and inserted in into her drippy pussy and rammed her doggy-style for a duet more minute 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 set about the day. But you'll have to justify me. I need to shower and get ready."She kissed him, picked up her robe and left the room. As she walked away Bobby could she speckles of his 26-year-old cum on her 58-year-old flower child butt.

-- --

Bobby had just finished up and was putting his tools in the luggage compartment of his car when summertime drove up. She parked her car and came up to him. He felt a little awkward and didn't know whether to kiss her or not in front of her mother's mansion, 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 mean ?"

"Because I hear you are quite a handyman. The gutters, 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 prank or what Ella may have told her but he was officially speechless.

"Anyway, thanks again for helping Mom out,"she continued."We really treasure 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 Blessed Virgin,"summertime said with a wink. She turned and walked into the house.

-- --

Things started to get Weird after that. The next Thursday would have been Bobby's Nox to see summer but he couldn't get clutches of her. When he finally did reach her a few days later she was noncommittal and kind of blew him off. That was a first.

He called Ella and told her the handyman was calling to see if she had any chores she needed him to take care of, in the thousand, on the roof, or in the bedroom. She laughed but said although it was tempting she didn't think it was a good estimation. Too close down for comfort with summer and everything. Evidently Ella didn't know—or didn't want to bonk -- Bobby had been summertime's steady bedmate and summer didn't want him screwing her mother.

Bobby thought about the final stage few calendar month with amazement. He had had a unfounded weekend with a young hot dancer named Bree. Then he'd had a numeral of incredible nights with her hot Mom, Doctor summertime. And finally a couple furious frolic of hippie sex with Ella. Sexually it had been the most fruitful period of his sprightliness. And now suddenly, as if flipping a switch, the rainy time of year 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 touch for a piece and doubted he would hear back. Out of good deal, 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 replay 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 real time to come with Summer ; there was the big age difference, and she just needed to get laid and he was convenient. And what happened with Ella was an chance event of fate ; it would never birth happened if he hadn't fallen in the mud and been stranded in her home by the violent storm and ended up naked wearing her robe. And she needed to get position and he was there. But it was unlike with Bree. He thought of her often.

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

"Hello, Summer ?"he said tentatively.

"Yes, Bobby. How are you ?"

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

"I'm mulct,"she said, and launched right into the use of her call."Look Bobby, I know it has been a spell and I hope you don't mind my calling but I thought you should have it away. It concerns Bree."

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

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

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

"No, she still does. She's been commuting back and Forth River and staying with me for a few weeks while she worked on the production. She'll be going back soon. She has asked about you, and I think she wanted to squall you, but she has been so busybodied, she's been putting in sixteen time of day twenty-four hour period. And I think she may have felt funny calling since she had not done a good job of keeping in touch. Anyway, I wanted to call you in case you would want to know."

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

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

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

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

-- --

Bobby was walking on air for two days. On Saturday evening he got to the theatre plenty early. He'd made for certain he dressed and looked and smelled full. He picked up his slate and there was a brief government note paper-clipped to it. It read : ‘ Hi Bobby, So glad you could come ! Meet me at the foot of the stage right after the show. Bree ’.

It was a great seat. Center section, third row, aisle seat. He looked around the small theatre of operations. It seated three or four hundred and had high ceilings, pendent and a little balcony. There was a band tuning up on one side of the floor. He read through the playbill and saw Bree's name in a few dissimilar position : artist-in-residence, stage dancing, and in several different phone number. The appearance was an olio of song and dance numbers from Broadway musicals.

The show was very professionally done even though most of the performers were amateurs. Bobby was particular impressed with the skirt named Bree. Not only with her dancing, but her singing ! The young woman had a beautiful set of tobacco pipe to go along with the eternal rest of her which was pretty damn just too. She sang ‘ Cabaret'and he felt like she was singing directly to him. It brought the sign down and he had half a hard-on by the time it was over.

After the show the lights went up and the audience streamed toward the rear exit but Bobby had a short walkway to the stage. Bree was there in seconds, in costume and caked with make-up.

"Hi, Bobby !"she squealed, and leapt into his implements of war. She gave him a big hug and Bobby put his sleeve around her and hugged her too. It felt so proficient."Thank you for coming. It's so dainty to see you."

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

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

"It shows !"

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

"Absolutely !"

"Great. meet me around back at the stage entrance. give way me about fifteen hour, okay ? I need to exchange and get cleaned up. See ya."She kissed him on the cheek and disappeared backstage.

-- --

Bobby had pulled his car around back and was leaning against the driver's door when Bree emerged from the back of the theater. She was a beautiful sight for his sore heart. She wore the Lapp rigorous jeans and red perspirer she'd worn on the night they'd met. The flannel-cake had been washed from her face and she looked toothsome. 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 low locality bar a few blockage from the theater of operations and sat in a Booth facing one another. They ordered a hurler of beer. Bobby suggested food but Bree said she was too wound up to eat.

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

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

"My old dance instructor is on the module at the university, in the Theater artistic creation and Dance Department. She was always an inspiration and a mentor and she always encouraged me. We've kept in touch over the years. Anyway a few calendar month ago she asked if I could help oneself her put the show together, perform and jitney and mentor the dramatis personae. She had some extra money in the budget. I said yes and here I am."

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

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

"Afraid of what ?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

This surprised him."Oh, now that, uh, that was an fortuity. 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 brusk interruption she added,"Maybe you've found your truthful 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 realize it, but you've had a very profound effect on my mom and grandmother."

"Who, me ? How so ?"

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

"Really ? That's great."

"Yes, and she credits you for helping her to get there. Not long after that party she met a man and they've become pretty serious about each early. He's an ophthalmologist who came to play in her clinic for three weeks while her political boss was on vacation. His name is Gerry. He was just as impressed with her expertise as you were. And now she's taking division, and making plans to link up his practice as an optometrist.

"And my grandma was in variety of a rut when you went over to her firm and fell in the mud. She had lost a costly friend, a man she'd been very close to, the year before. And she was stuck in a Major funk and couldn't get out. There was this man named Moe, another old hippie who owns five or six health food for thought computer storage, 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 trick. You made her palpate aphrodisiacal 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 great. I'm very happy for her. And Summer too."

Summer took another drink of beer and took a late breath.

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

Bobby squeezed her hand."What is it ?"

"Thank you for listening. It feels secure to talk about it. A few hebdomad ago I found out my roommate is giving up the apartment when the term of a contract is up. I have to determine whether to try to prevent it, incur a new roommate in a city full of lunatics, or try to find another blank space, which is no easy task. All while working and trying to bustle about for gigs.

"Or, I have another opportunity which has come up. My old teacher has offered me a stave position here at the university working in her section. I would attend on all the productions, recital, tryout, as well as any other chores they have for me. But I would work on choreography and be involved in the creative process, which I love, and mentor the students if they needed individual assistance. The job wouldn't pay a unanimous lot, but would be liveable, and one of the perks is I could take three course credits for resign every semester and in the summer academic session to work toward a degree. But I'd have to find a post to live on, get a car, and uproot my life from what it's been the finis few years.

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

"You could look at it as a great chance, a new chapter in your life. The free classes are a great incentive. And if you would need to hold extra money, I know I could book us a few gigs a workweek as a duo ; with your looks and your interpreter we'd be favourable. But the main period is this : You've gained incredible experience the death few years. And that experience could actually have a priceless effect on the educatee 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 teacher said."

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

The second pitcherful was almost empty-bellied. Bobby poured what was left of the beer into their smiler. Each mug had about two mouthful in it.

"Are you busy tomorrow night ?"Bree asked.

"I just cleared my slate,"Bobby said.

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

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

"No, not at all. Please come, I don't want to be a fifth part wheel. The women all agree it is a unspoilt melodic theme. And the men both said they'd love to meet you. And don't concern, 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 situation you took me to."

"Flounder Fred's !"

"That's aright. And after dinner and the old kinsfolk leave, we can have a little metre to ourselves."

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

-- --

Dinner was set for seven-thirty. After a brief stop at the Holiday Inn down the block, Bobby arrived early and waited in the lobby. At about five minutes till seven the sometime folk music arrived. Summer looked fine as ever in a red wearing apparel and with farsighted hair, now several inches down her back. Ella was slim and vibrant in a tight calamitous top and loose-fitting flowery pants. He was pleasantly surprise when summer and Ella both hugged him without falter, thus breaking any ice.

Introductions had just been made when a taxicab pulled up to the front entrance and Bree appeared. They were seated promptly and dinner went well. summer and Ella gave him a crabwise coup d'oeil here and there but it was not uncomfortable at all. Conversation was free and promiscuous, often focused on Bree's production, and Bobby really enjoyed it. Gerry was a well-favored guy, maybe a few yr sometime than summer, and had a pretty good good sense of humor. And Moe was a real piece of workplace, big and bold, laughable as hell and had a ponytail almost as long as Ella's.

After dinner they all said their au revoir in the entrance hall. By this time the place had thinned out so they took a private booth in the bar and ordered cognacs. Drinks they could hold and extend the even. 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 decisiveness would let to be made soon.

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

"A few 24-hour interval,"she said."There's no Benjamin Rush. I have some daylight off from the day job and no gigs lined up. I've been concentrating on the work here for the final few weeks, commuting back and forth a lot. Now that it's over it's kind of a letdown, like ‘ Now what ? ’, you know what I mean ?"

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

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

Bree's eyes became leaky disk. She smiled but started crying softly. Then she reached into her purse and pulled out a way key from the vacation Inn down the street and put it on the table following to the other one. Her grinning widened but her tears increased.

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

"fountainhead, well,"he said."It's avowedly : Great minds think alike !"

Fortunately they were able to shift one of the mental reservation to the following night. Bobby figured he had two days to convince her that moving back domicile was the correct thing to do .