burnt umber, TEA, OR THREE ?

Bobby and Carl were old college chum. They lived in the same dorm for three years and they partied together, played intramural sports together, and sometimes even studied together. Carl was a twelvemonth ahead of Bobby but they ended up graduating at the same time. Once they graduated they worked multiple jobs for a few months to save money, and then piled into Bobby's car and traveled the United province for almost six months. Sharing that experience pretty much bonded them for life.

They were opposites in many ways. Bobby was blond, grandiloquent and lean-muscled, a baseball player, a runner and a musician ; Carl was dark-haired, thickset and had been an unskilled boxer and had a crooked nose as a termination. Bobby was into music and the arts and liked to camp and hike ; Carl liked to work on motorcar, go search and fishing and stay at the Best Western. In their college afterlives Bobby was a sales rep for an acrobatic wear manufacturer and played music on the side ; Carl was a manager for a firm that refurbished underground buses. But they were undecomposed acquaintance, shared the Lapp good sense of humor, and made it a stage to get together every few months for a night out.

This storey begins on one of those night. Carl and Bobby were 26 and 25 years old, and it was a Fri night, the day after Thanksgiving. They decided to fit at one of their old hangouts, The Vous, a pub near the university campus where they'd gone to college. It was a place that had a beer and wine-coloured license, but sold no concentrated liquor. It was known for cheap ewer, live euphony and a high school threshold for craziness, at least back when they were in school.

Bobby lived about xlv second away from campus and Carl lived an hour away in the opposite direction so they drove separately and met out front of The Vous. They went inside to the bar, ordered two nursing bottle of beer and a mound of Coke, and then found a diminished table off to the face and took seats. The beers were mostly for show. The pitcher of C was for the bottleful of rum Carl had stuffed in his jacket.

The place was utter for a Fri, which made sense since it was Thanksgiving weekend and about pupil had gone home for the holiday. Only two other tables were occupied in add-on to a handful of regulars at the bar. There was a 3 setting up on leg. While Carl surreptitiously stirred rum into the pitcher of Coke, Bobby went over to the band to put in himself, as instrumentalist are habit to do. He wanted to see if they had any mutual musical friends.

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

Bobby sat back down at the table with Carl and they commenced to shooting the shit, sipping beer and chasing it with Cuba Libres. They talked about the usual stuff they talked about when they got together : line, sports, women and college. Finally, after about twenty arcminute the dance orchestra kicked it into gear mechanism. Immediately Bobby could hear that the band was really soused and thankfully not ear-bleeding loud. That was dear he thought, especially with the mostly-empty room.

It looked like it was going to be a slow night at The Vous. Only a few Sir Thomas More multitude had come into the place after Carl and Bobby. There was a table of four, two couples seated in a booth on the far face, and two girls at a two not far from their own table.

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

The girls were ok looking and were sharing a carafe of wine-coloured. One was blonde, with shoulder-length crisp curls, and looked to be in her former twenties. The other was a few old age older but looked just as delectable, with the Same frizzly tomentum, only she was brunet. Both were slim and sexy in rigorous jeans, Blondie with a snug red sweater and the previous gal in a cream-colored blouse. Both looked thoroughly enough to eat, and somewhat out of place at this dump.

"They must be baby,"Bobby said.

"Sisters ? Really ?"

"Yeah, looking at at their eyes. They have the like center. Saami rima oris too."

Carl tried to look without staring."Well, I don't attention if they're sister, or cousin-german or Hooker, they are fucking hot ! We need Sir Thomas More ice,"he said, and got up to go to the bar. Bobby figured he just wanted to get a in force aspect at the chicks.

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

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

"You did ?"

"Yep. mixologist's going to charge them over in a few minute of arc when they're cook for refills."

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

Carl dumped the rest of the ice into the twirler and poured in another level-headed VD of rum. The refreshments were going down gentle and Bobby was getting into the medicine, tapping his invertebrate foot and rapping his quarter round on the tabular array. The rhythm plane section was a meaty, becalm pulsation and now the guitarist had switched to electric fiddle and was knocking off megrims licks with his bow and his fingers.

"This dance band is salutary,"Bobby said when the melody ended.

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

The bartender was delivering the new carafe of wine. They watched as he explained who'd sent the drink and pointed toward them. The girl both looked over at them and with coy smiles raised their glasses in thanks. The dance orchestra kicked into a slow blue sky and the lead guitar moaned.

Over the rest of the set they would glance over at the girl and occasionally eye contact would be made. At one head the brunette got up and went to the Lady room. Carl and Bobby had their eyes glued to her tightly-wrapped butt until she disappeared down the anteroom to the toilet facility. Then they glanced at the blond, who was smiling and shaking her head.

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

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

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

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

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

"coke,"Bobby said.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Those are matter to name,"Bobby said."Different. Unique."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"You're very perceptive,"Bree said.

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

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

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

"I never would have guessed,"Bobby said."Summer, you look like her big sis, maybe three or four years older !"

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

They all laughed. The ice had been thoroughly broken. The guys had inadvertently made Summer's night, and they could evidence that Bree was proud of her hot mom. They all went on to learn about each former. Bobby and Carl told them about their college twenty-four hour period and car trip-up and Book of Job and their occasional nighttime out. Summer lived alone in a small house three block 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 City where she had a day job at an art museum while she tried to make it as a dancer.

The night turned out to be a blast. They drank all the rum and danced and changed partners several times. Bobby sat in with the dance band on a couple tunes and slow-danced with Bree and summer. He loved the spirit and olfaction of both, and the touch of their mamilla against his pectus, and was pretty sure it was no accident when their knee joint found their way gently between his thighs.

The eye contact they made, the smiles they shared, and the capable conversation they had over various hours made this a exceptional night. But as is often the case when there are two guy and two girls, it can be awkward not knowing the next dependable step. It seemed to be clicking on all levels, but as the night wound down, Bobby wondered where it would go next.

-- --

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

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

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

"How old do you think she is ?"

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

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

"Shit, she looks in force for XXIX or 30 !"Bobby said.

-- --

In the restroom Bree and summer were having a like conversation.

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

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

"Mom, are you ready for this ?"

"I think so."

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

"On and off. Mostly off."

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

"I know."

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Neither do I."

-- --

The bozo had just paid the tab when the girlfriend got back to the table and it was instantly realize how they would be paired.

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

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

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

When they were about a half block away Bree took Bobby's hand and a few strides later pointed to a ovalbumin bungalow with brownness clipping, with a porchlight illuminating a recollective narrow porch and a fine-trimmed hedge in front.

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

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

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

"kiss me,"she said.

Bobby didn't need any more encouragement than that. He put his free manus behind her head and pulled her face to his. Their lip had barely met for a second before their lips parted and they were tasting knife. Bree's implements of war went around him, one script 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 tempest room access closed with a bang, then reopened. The porchlight flickered on and off various times.

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

Bree and Bobby broke into laughter, ending their kiss.

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

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

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

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

"I'm making tea,"summertime called.

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

"I want Bree,"he said.

She pulled him down the dormitory. She showed him where the bathroom was and then opened the door antonym."time lag for me in here, I'll be right back."

Bree went back to the kitchen.

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

"Oh, O.K., I understand,"summer said."You sure you don't need something before you go to bed ? orangeness juice, an vigour crapulence, a Vitamin B shot ?"

"No, I think we're fine."

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

"Right back at ya,"Bree retorted.

Meanwhile Bobby was looking around the elbow room, which obviously had been Bree's childhood bedroom and niggling had changed. There were plaques on the wall for gymnastic exercise and terpsichore, and photos of her in action. One framed photo on the actor's assistant caught his sake and he picked it up to analyse it more closely. It was an eight by ten photo of Bree on phase, under the lights, dancing on the lilliputian tips of her toes with her hands high above her head teacher, her sexy bod dressed in a bloodless frilly tutu, white leggings and skimpy ballet carpet slipper.

"Do you like that picture ?"Bree asked as she closed the sleeping room doorway behind her.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Just for a mo,"he rasped. He kissed her mouth again.

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

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

"Sit here. Get undressed. If I'm going to give you a show, you have to give 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 hot seat and unbuckled his pants. His dick was already well on the way to reaching its steely voltage. He sat and listened to the rummaging going on in the closet.

"Are you ready ?"Bree finally asked.

"All fix,"Bobby replied.

"Are you naked ?"she said.

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

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

Music started playing softly and Bobby saw Bree's arm extend out from the water closet and set the earpiece on the dresser. It sounded familiar but Bobby didn't know squat about ballet. Then Bree breezed into the elbow room on her toes…en pointe…with her arms in a circle high above her head, dancing gracefully to the bowed stringed instrument, back and Forth River and around him in the small outer space. She wore ballet slippers and frilly step-in, and nothing else except for the thin gold rings pierced through the nipple of her perky medium-sized breasts.

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

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

She came down on flat tire understructure a few inch in presence of him. She took his dick in her hand.

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

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

He put his finger's breadth inside her panties and slew them down to the floor. Her pussy lips glistened in the soft Christ Within. He pulled her closer and leaned his face into her inclination, clean muff. He licked her labia, inside and out and around and Bree sighed when he sucked her clit gently between his rim. As she stroked his penis she ground her mound softly into his face.

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

Just like that they were fucking. Sitting naked in a desk chairman, this amercement young woman was sliding up and down on his swollen pole. He assisted her with his hands on her coxa, lifting, lowering, and craning his tool into her. She felt light and graceful, floating above him, but with her juicy catch attached to him, gripping him and sucking him.

The knockout hot seat 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 ass. He put the fingers of one manus in the chap of Bree's ass and the other arm around her amphetamine book binding and stood up. With his jeans around his articulatio talocruralis and his dick stuck like a fulcrum into her hungry slit he waddled over to put his human knee on the border of the bed. He wriggled their bodies up onto the bed, and with Swan Lake playing softly in the desktop, Bobby started fucking her like a man on a mission. Bree dug her digit into Bobby's back and rammed her groin into his.

The bed was a squeaker. It creaked loudly with each plunge, the springs straining under the violence of their love. The screechy auditory sensation bounced off the bedroom paries and all Bobby could think about was how summer and Carl had to hear it back in the kitchen while they were having their tea. Bree didn't seem to care or notice.

Bree's twat felt slick and legato to Bobby as he fucked her, a glistening ride in and out over and over, and he felt like they were slowly sliding toward well-situated sexual climax when she stopped.

"Put it in me as deep as you can and hold it for a 2d,"she hissed.

He pushed his putz as deeply as he could into her wet socket and stopped. Then he felt her legs convolute beneath him and her pussy tightened down and put pressure around his beak like a powered vise.

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

"I'm hugging you,"she said.

Bobby looked under him at her legs. They were twisted tightly together like the telegram in a coaxial cable, thus winching her puss into a clinch fist.

"tinker's dam, that's tight,"he said.

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

Bobby got back to fucking her but there was no more in and out, it was back and forth, harder and then even harder, with their loins stuck together like glue, two 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 spring, and Bobby's dick moved very fiddling inside Bree's sexy slot. Little by little, with each snakelike shot of their joined seawall, he felt his cum begin to seethe. He instinctively knew that if his sperm could ever seduce it up through the strength wrapped around his tool it was sure to be a whopper.

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

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

-- --

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

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

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

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

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

Another silence.

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

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

Thirty seconds more of silence.

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

"How do you bed I don't ?

"I don't know. Do you ?"

"No. There's not time and I meet so many arse with massive egos it's not worth the trouble. There are a half XII backstage romances going on in every production I've been in. They hit on me all the clip. It gets to be a drag. It's nice to be home ; to touch person normal for a change."

"Ah…"

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

"No."

"Good."

More silence.

Bobby started kissing her neck and shoulders. Then her tit. Bree moaned when he sucked her hooped nipples into his mouth. Her digit were in his hairsbreadth, assisting.

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

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

He worked his way down, and he shifted his eubstance around gradually as he moved his mouth over her warm dampness frame, to her flattened corporation, teasing around her already-fucked pussy, to her inner thigh, kissing her knee, calves, shin bone, ankles. He took his time kissing the soles of her metrical foot. Then he licked her right big toe, and sucked it deep into his mouth.

"What are you doing ?"Bree asked.

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

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

"What, do you have a foot fetish or something ?"Bree asked when he was switching to her s 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 starting time. But you're a skilful dancer I must say."

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

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

"I'm going to let my mouth terpsichore on this babe 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 awkward office Bobby did his best to fuck Bree's face as she blew him and he kept trying to imbibe the paint off of her toenails. By the time he finished sucking all of her toes she had not yet had another coming but his cock felt like a balloon about to burst. He reconfigured their bodies a moment time, stretching and straightening into a more well-to-do soixante-neuf berth. With her mouth now a warm, snug glove around his pontifical bungle he split her voluptuous lips with is tongue and tasted her tangy jackass and sucked her sanguine 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 way smelled of raw sex and the air was filled with the wet echoed speech sound of slurping and sucking and the slapping of hungry mouths on horny flesh.

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

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

-- --

After respective minutes basking in the ember of their heat they took turns in the bathroom to execute their bedtime ablutions. Bree went first and when she returned she handed her toothbrush to Bobby. He brushed his teeth and washed up and then searched the medicine cabinet. He found a tube of clamber lotion and gently rubbed some into each incline of his hammer, hoping to salvage the soreness of his fresh, raw brush burns.

It was getting pretty late. Bobby climbed back into bed and curled his munition around Bree so their bare trunk were touching in as many billet as possible. The air in the room smelled of lewd, leftover love but their kiss were minty saucy until they fell off to sleep.

The morning sun was just beginning to separate out through the curtain when Bobby was awakened by Bree's mouth on his magnified dick. He ran his fingers through her hair.

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

She sucked him toilsome and dug her fingerbreadth into his ass. He only winced a couple sentence from the soreness on his barb. Soon he moaned and groaned and twisted and shook and busted his nut. Bree kept her oral cavity glued to his quick gun as he came and swallowed most of it but still had a mouthful when she kissed him.

"Good forenoon !"she said.

"Good break of the day to you. Now it's my turn."

Bobby put his principal between her pegleg and buried his sassing into her cooch and started eating. He held her buttocks in his hired hand and she locked her legs around his neck and fucked his facial expression for various minute. When she relaxed her grip Bobby rose up onto her. Bree brought her legs up until they were resting on her shoulders giving him total access. Another turn-on, he thought, thanks to her dancer flexibleness. With his face tacky from sweat and jizz he slipped his re-hardened hammer into her deeper than ever and gave her an intense, bed-banging, dual coming, proper well aurora fuck.

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

"Tomorrow,"she said meekly.

"Can I see you tonight ?"

"You right believe it !"

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

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

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

"Where's Carl ?"

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

"How did it go ?"

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

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

A moment later Bobby breezed into the kitchen.

"Good cockcrow, summertime,"he said energetically.

"Good break of day Bobby."

After they shared a few other courtesies Bobby said he had to be going. He looked at Bree and said,"Pick 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 end of the home right as six o'clock and was immediately on her way out the door.

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

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

Bobby watched Bree jog toward him, thinking tinker's damn !, why does she possess to know in New York ? She looked marvelous in a long-sleeved Black person wearing apparel with a zipper all the way down the strawman from the top to the hem at mid-thigh. As she scurried across the nominal head K it was obvious she was braless and her limber wooden leg forced the dress a little farther up her branch. She jumped into the car, put her purse and sweater on the seat and leant to establish Bobby a buss on the lips.

Bobby had searched around to see if there was some kind of saltation performance 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 have spent sitting in seats watching the show was a dyad hours he could not spend talking to her, getting to experience her ameliorate, laughing with her, or trying to get her raw. So he would exact her to dinner party and they would wing it from there.

The evening was a smash success. dinner was at Flounder Fred's, a popular seafood eating house. They had to wait for a board but that was cool, they had a couple beverage and were adept and loose by the time they got a tabular array. 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 time they finished the meal Bree was wet and Bobby was playing with himself under the table.

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

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

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

Fortunately there was a vacancy at the vacation Inn about a half block away. As they were checking in Bree opened her bag and took out her toothbrush and showed it to Bobby with a sly grin. She had planned well. They found their way and were naked in about ten second base. They slammed their lips together and groped for the bed. They spent the Nox kissing, nooky, sucking, licking, moaning and groaning and coming all over each former. He even got another dose of Bree's legs-crossed, cunt-locked scissor nooky. In the early sunup they did it all again. Then they showered together, getting cleaned up for brunch. But Bobby's dick found its way into her one More time while the powered spray 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 kind of awkward. Bree told him no, it's okey, don't trouble, they're sang-froid. She picked up her phone and called her female parent. Summer agreed and welcomed him.

They met at an upscale restaurant near the university. Bree and Bobby wore their same clothes from the night before but they had cleaned up real nice. Summer looked mythological in a red annulus and a navy crop top. And Bobby thought Ella, who was Summer's mother and Bree's grandmother, looked pretty damn honest too. He figured she had to be late mid-fifties, but she looked ten or twelve years younger. She was thin like her daughter and granddaughter and looked in first-class embodiment. And she definitely looked like an old flower child in a flowery embroidered peasant dress and long blonde/gray hair pulled back in a ponytail bound by rubber ring about every three or four inches down her back.

The adult female ordered silver wattle while Bobby had a damn mary. Brunch was whatever they wanted. They could select from eggs any-which-way, flapjack, waffles, crepes, ham, bacon, grits, breads, Sweet, you name it. Bobby pigged out and listened while the ladies did most of the talking. He thought Ella seemed to be more like Bree than like Summer : The free-wheeling, extemporize, winging-it, artsy fartsy type. Summer seemed a little more conventional.

Brunch over, they drove in two cars to summertime's household. Ella said auf wiedersehen, hugged her daughter and granddaughter and left. The time was nearing when Bree would be leaving. Bobby offered to beat back her to the train station which was about a fifteen minute ride. While Bree was packing Bobby and summertime chatted on the sofa.

"That was nice to offer to push back her to the train,"Summer said."She doesn't visit very often, but when she does I always offer to ram her but she usually just calls a cab."

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

"Oh, okeh, 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 Fri night. She looked even better than the first time.

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

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

mother and daughter talked. Be deliberate, keep in touch modality, send for me when you get in, good lot on your tryout, don't forget to blah blah blah. Then they all exchanged contact information and promised to stay in cutaneous senses. Then they called Bree's train.

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

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

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

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

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

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

-- --

On the crusade back to her theatre, Bobby realized it was the first sentence he'd been one-on-one with summertime. He wanted to pee-pee conversation but wasn't sure what to say. He didn't want to be too banal and he didn't want to sound too wacky.

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

"Oh, it depends on her schedule,"she said."Her day job is predictable, but the terpsichore is all over the place, feast or famine. It can be a grind. I doubt she'll arrive at it for the holidays if she's in a output again this year."

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

"She always knew what she wanted to do. I encouraged her, I said be well-chosen and do what you love. She never wavered ; she worked business and saved her money. A workweek after she graduated from gamey schooling she packed two big bags and got on the train."

"You encouraged her, that's good,"Bobby said."I wish my parents had done that. They always had a plan for me, to be hard-nosed, go to college, get a arcdegree and get a full job. I was an obedient son and did as expected, trying to delight. Doing what I loved never factored into it."

"Do you resent that ?"

"Not really because my parents didn't know any bettor. They did what they thought was right. But my talents and aptitude are in music and arts and I have a line of work level. So I work in sales and wreak medicine office time. Bree is doing what she loves, pursuing that dreaming. I admire that, almost envy it. You have encouraged her to go for it and that is great. You're a good female parent, Summer."

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

"high gear school sweetie ?"

"Yeah, an eighteen-year-old sweetheart who turned into a twenty-year-old loser. I know the struggles my Mom went through and I know the conflict I went through. I tried hard to drum two intellection into Bree's head : come after your dream and don't get knocked up."

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

"We leaned on each other a lot when she was growing up. My mother was a big help, but it was just the two of us most of the time. We were close. I was her expert Quaker 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 trust you're her female parent. You both looked so sharp. I thought you were the older sister. You didn't come off like any mother and girl I've ever known."

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

As they neared summer's theatre Bobby tensed up because he didn't know how to proceed. He liked Bree a lot, but knew a long space relationship was likely doomed. He liked Summer too, and since he had received Bree's green light he had no guilt about pursuing her. But he didn't know how, and didn't want to number off like a jerk. Fortunately Summer bailed him out.

"Would you like to derive in for a petty bit ?"she said when he pulled up in presence of the theater."Would you like coffee, or tea ?"

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

-- --

Bobby leaned against the kitchen counter as summer heated water for tea. The long weekend was winding down and that meant it would be back to mold Monday morning. summertime asked Bobby about his job.

"I'm a salesman, not my natural calling to be sure, but I do okay. I have a huge territorial dominion and aim a lot. I'm banquet pretty thin but it's not bad. I come to this expanse around the university once every duet of week. 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 sustenance room."They carried their cups into the next room and sat together on the sofa.

"How did you get into that ?"

“"After I finished residential area college I got interested in it and took a course and became certified."

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

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

"That sounds interesting."

"It is, if you're into optic,"she said, stirring her tea."You wouldn't believe what we see at the V.A. The disuse and the pathology we see from ex-serviceman is incredible, we are consistently amazed and see something new almost every day. veteran from human beings War II, Korea, Viet Nam, with disease and trauma and volcanic crater in their eyeball. And they live with it. Not what you see at the typical eye doctor's office."

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

summer cracked up and laughed so hard she spilled hot tea on the tabular array."You are so bromidic !"she said. Bobby chuckled and mopped up the mess with a napkin.

"So, I guess the doc 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 tutelage is coolheaded ; His name is Richard, he's older and very knowing and very dedicated. But most of the doctors are oculist who come to the clinic to make for for a year or two after they get out of school because it was region of the sight they made when they accepted their Ulysses Grant or scholarship or whatever. Most are spoiled bratwurst who can't wait to end their commitment so they can go out and throw the big bucks and open a Pearle Vision or something."

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

"Can I ask you something ?"he said.

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

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

"Neither did I."

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

"Yes."

"You did ?"

"Yes. Are you coming on to me ?"

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

Summer laughed."What about Bree ?"

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

"okey, I get it."

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

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

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

Bobby moved a little closer to her on the couch.

"May I kiss you ?"he asked.

"Yes,"she said without hesitation.

Bobby put his mouth to Summer's and her lips parted, allowing his tongue to enroll her back talk. Her brim were soft and absorbed his, and it felt like all four meshed into one. Their glossa did a sexy obechi and he put his arms around her and held her close. He probed her oral fissure and it felt large to him and he thought to himself that she probably knew how to use it. Her lingua was combat-ready too, exploring and tasting him. When they finally parted they both smiled.

"That was nice,"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 workplace early tomorrow morning."

"I can exact a hint,"Bobby said, and toast down the eternal rest of his tea.

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

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

-- --

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"I wanted to talk to you first. To make certain 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 in effect kisser."

"Oh, so you kissed him at least. That's good. That's a jump. 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 purpose of the call.

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

"Okay."

"Would you like to have dinner with me Sabbatum night ?"

"Yes, that would be nice."

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

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

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

-- --

Bobby showed up on time. He knew powerful away that it was going to be a beneficial night. He was barely inside the doorway when, with a xvi inch pizza box and two salads in his paw, summertime planted a quick, major kiss on his lips, and slid her teasing clapper in and out from between them quickly.

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

summer was dressed casually, but hot as hell. She was barefoot and wore a slinky cold articulatio humeri ovalbumin top, no bra, and paper thin, plaid Capri knickers showing a touch of cameltoe and her toned calves. Bobby was about to thrash his jeans.

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

They did, and Summer had set it up nicely. There was a role player log burning in the fireplace and several scented candles lighted in the room, the ambiance apparent. They sat on the sofa together and they both knew why they were there. They made idle cackle for a brace minutes. Then Bobby looked around and took it all in : the kindling, the attack, the wax light, the mood.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Bobby's script climbed from her hip to her bosom, and Summer's handwriting found his inner second joint. He thumbed her firm nipple while he palmed her flaccid tit through the material. She sighed from his touch, and her helping hand groped for his burgeoning cock. He moved his mouth to her neck and smelling her confection, subtle odour he sucked a wad of her skin into his rima oris. She wrapped her digit around his cock through his jeans and felt its severity. He kissed her chest above her tits and pulled the White River material aside and put his mouthpiece around her nipple.

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

He sucked her teat and she moaned. She rubbed his shaft and he groaned. Bobby pushed his dick into her hand, his groin telling her yes, contract it. With one hand she unzipped him and slipped her long fingers inside his knickers and ran her fingertips along the length of it. Bobby's paw was now in her crotch ; her legs closed tightly around it and he could feel the heat of her pussy. Summer yanked on his belt and loosened it, then managed to unsnap his denim. Her hand dove down and surrounded his balls.

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

"Not yet,"she said."Keep doing what you're doing."Then she shoved her nipple 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 hanker in her hand, and she would get to that, she wanted to milk his tit sucking for as long as potential. She knew it would twist her into sexual jelly. Bobby plastered his lips around her left nipple and suckled like a starved child.

"Oh God, yes,"Summer blurted.

Bobby rubbed her cuckoo and summer tried to screw his hired man. With his oral cavity doing a William Henry Hoover on her nipple and her rightfulness hand in his hair, she reached down with her left field to where his hand was already hard at work. Her pants had a strand tie and a three-inch zip and were already damp. With a bland one-two she untied and unzipped, giving Bobby's hand add access. Then she took his hired man and fed four digit into her and started vigorously fucking them. She kept her hand over his to earn trusted he dug deep.

They were, half-on/half-off the lounge, his rima oris plastered to her tit, her fingers digging into his scalp, his fingers digging into her swampy snatch, her hand on his, assisting him, her groin pressed onto him, attached like barnacles to a buoy bucking up and down on the waves in a windy chop.

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

Bobby hesitated but Summer pushed his clench fist into her. She was wet as a river so he met no 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 woman before, the idea had never even crossed his brain. But summertime kept directing dealings, and with her handwriting on his forearm she kept driving it into her. He sucked her boob without restraint, alternating left and right, not playing darling, wanting to please her like no man ever had. His tool was an smoothing iron rail, and soon her handwriting returned to grip its cinch, but he knew his gratification could wait.

summer crammed tit into his mouth and humped his mitt, and Bobby sucked with maximum pucker. Bobby's fist swung inside her like a clumsy, punch-drunk packer throwing indolent poke in deep water system, but she keened in edgy pleasance with each plunge. The ramification of the sofa squeaked with their movements.

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

Bobby bit playfully into her bosom, eliciting another happy, wheezy squawk. His saliva slickened her tegument and ran down his chin. sweat 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 trunk shook and Bobby felt the heated Benjamin Rush surround his hand. Her ass was on the edge of the couch and when her cum oozed out it dripped down her thigh and onto the rug.

Bobby switched from sucking insect bite to sweet kisses as she released. Gradually her trembles eased into gentle cramp until finally her fussy genital organ rested. Then she pulled his arm and he watched her vagina widen as his bridge player reemerged.

His fist looked like a drown foetus. He opened and closed his deal several times and flexed his fingers. He rubbed the muck into summertime's leg. He looked up at her face and she wore a extensive smile.

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

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

"This big fella has been patient role,"she said, squeezing his cock."It's time to take aid of him."

She pushed him back on the sofa and spun herself around to confront him. She took off his horseshoe and pulled his pants the respite of the way off, folded them and put them aside. She spread his legs apart and knelt on the base 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 interest about yours ; it will be in my oral fissure. Then she sucked his toughened cock in between her lips.

She had one deal on his bollock and the other on his ass. Then with a footling maneuvering of lips and sassing she soon had all eight in of his nervous cock embedded into her head. She was rusty, she knew, and he was kind of large, but she wanted to do her best to make it good for him, the way he had for her. She hoped she wouldn't gag.

No worries. Bobby came in about thirty seconds. He'd been holding it back the whole time he was tit-sucking and fist-fucking. With a tone down thunder his cum roiled and exploded up through him like a busted pipework. summer pinched his ass nerve as if to mash out every dip. She kept her mouth mashed around his vibrating cock until the simmering ends of his throes. Cum escaped from the niche of her mouth when she smiled up at him.

-- --

They had their arms around each other on the sofa, and shared intermittent buss, their bodies naked and spent, temporarily at to the lowest degree. They didn't talk ; they basked in the backwash of their sex, recovering. Bobby was happy that Summer wasn't a fair sex who talked too much, he wasn't in the mood for yakking. He was biding time, still frisky. He wanted to have it away her.

After a piece he initiated another osculation and while their tongue flirted he eased her onto her back on the couch. He spread her legs and got on his articulatio genus between them. He grabbed her coxa and yanked her soundbox to him, and she yelped as he scooted her ass up onto his chest. Her peg were now over his shoulders, her genitals in his brass. He supported the face of her ass with his thenar and pulled her muffin to his lips. He kissed her second joint and licked the brim of her cunt, which was undefended to him. She seemed shy at first, but reached uphill for him, and her fingertips found the hair on his wobbling head.

His knife painted the soft, wet Earth's surface of her brim for several hour before he plunged his tongue into her pussycat. summer oohed and scrunched up but it still felt loose to Bobby. So he sucked onto her swollen clit. That got her attention.

She locked her legs around his head and pushed her midsection into his face. He felt the buffer firmness of her magic bean in his oral fissure and took it deeply, wanting to suck another orgasm out of her before he mounted her, entered her and gave her a good pounding and another guess of his liquid love. She squeaked when he slipped his middle finger into her asshole. With the enhance grip he was able to move her ass around and even closer, and her goose was redden smack against his face. With each sucking and each dweeb of her bulwark her gear up extremity filled to a greater extent of his mouth and his digit filled more of her asshole.

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

For a short prison term longer they rocked together, Bobby swallowing saliva in between sucking on her tool, and Summer's secernment oozing, her pussy now an overflowing swamp getting ready for the flash flood. Then the dam broke.

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

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

"Yes, fuck me !"she blurted.

She put her arms around his neck and squeezed him tight and pulled him close and kissed him, jamming her tongue into his mouth where her swollen button had just been.

Attached by their locked back talk, his trash in her dick and his digit up her ass, they started rocking the menage. Bobby pounded her like he was trying to knock her into the basement and as he did she grunted with each pushing and pinched her fingers into his neck. He wondered if the sofa wouldn't have to sustain the bolt of lightning on its wooden leg tightened after this. summertime's legs were soon clutched around his, constricting, and her cunt was sucking his pulsating peter as it drilled her. Minute after sweaty minute she offered every satisfying in of her bitch to him as he fucked her.

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

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

She felt him strain up so she knew he was ready to blow. She made one final great power suck of his tongue into her pharynx and squeezed his buttocks as hard as she could. She grinded her SOB hard and bass onto his finger. Bobby answered by wiggling it and trying to pry a second digit in.

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

"Yes,"he said.

"pay it to me !"

Within seconds he did. With a raucous groan his cum rose. It did a ho-hum burn as it spurted up and out. He pushed his cock into her as trench as he could and did the Lapplander with his digit up her ass. She was stroking her clit and swinging her seawall hoping to come with him.

She didn't miss by much. Bobby was on his fourthly or fifth jet, easing down, his organic structure like sticky jelly atop her, when Summer came again. Her consistency quivered beneath his weight.

"trine times,"she said, out of breath."I can't believe it."

-- --

Bobby got dressed while Summer reheated the pizza. It was ten-thirty by this time. They ate quickly and then summer did her topper to clean up the cum pool on the carpet and couch. She didn't ask him to drop the dark but she gave him a the pits of a good-night osculation at the doorway. Bobby figured she liked fucking him but wasn't quite ready to wake up with him in the morning.

They got into the function of hooking up every former Thursday eventide ; these were the mean solar day Bobby was in the area with his oeuvre. He'd go to Summer's house after work around five-thirty, they'd have a drink or two, some dinner and then start making out and go to the bedroom and fuck. And they'd fuck and suck as many unlike ways as they could until around ten o'clock. Then they'd kiss estimable Nox and Bobby would tug home, and they would both wake up in their own beds and be set up for workplace in the morning.

This went on for several calendar month. Every two hebdomad they'd have dinner, drink and each other. No dates, no dinners out, no going to the picture show. Just eat, drink and go to bed. Bobby could see that summer was trying to proceed it casual and not get too attached. He was just a maintenance nookie for her, he knew that. But he was okay with it because he knew from the outset that there was probably no realistic future tense for them anyway, and the sex was great. Plus he was keeping in touch with Bree, at least trying to.

Then one Thursday night, right after a uproarious sixty-nine where they both came simultaneously into one another's face, summertime surprised him with a question.

"Are you interfering Saturday ?"she asked.

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

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

"A party ? What company ?"

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

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

"Oh, I don't know, it's all the mass I work with. There will be a lot of shop talk, about orb 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 bum doc hitting on you, huh ?"

"Something like that. I know soul 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 foreman, Richard, has it every twelvemonth right before he takes holiday. He grills outdoor but the party's inside, lots of food and beer and wine. It starts around four o'clock and we'll be home by eight or nine. garb is very casual."

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

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

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

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

"Sure."

"But I don't want you to shew me too much affection in front of my co-workers."

"Okay."

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

-- --

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

Summer was right wing about the work talk. After a while the doctors and technical school, maybe seven or eight altogether had congregated on one side with Richard holding court, and the rest of the guests were scattered in small radical. Bobby diligently stood by, not saying much once the technical public lecture started, and fetched beverage, which were going down loose for both of them.

As Bobby listened he became more and more impressed with summertime as he heard her speak. Her knowledge was incredible. It was insufferable to secern who was the tech and who was the doctor. She held her own with the bigheaded doctors and didn't hesitate to contain her basis and disagree with them on a few social function. And whenever they turned to Richard to finalise it, Summer was always right, her obvious cognition on full display.

dinner was an assortment of hamburger and dogs and Gallus gallus and a smorgasbord of salads. And more beer, wine and shop talking of course of instruction. Bobby ended up having a pretty honorable time : liberate food, free beer and he was very gallant of Summer. And he told her so on the drive back to her house.

"Damn, summer, that was impressive. You really have intercourse your shit !"

"What ?"she asked.

"I was proud of you back there. You know a lot more than those la-di-da medico. Over and over you were mighty and they didn't know what the hell they were talking about. I could tell Richard was impressed too."

"Really ?"

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

"Yeah, right."

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

"God, that could take years."

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

"What's that ?"

"listening to all that medicinal technical ophthalmic doctor talk has got me horny as blaze !"He put his script between her legs.

She removed his paw from her crotch."John L. H. Down Boy, wait till we get home. go on your optic on the road."

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

-- --

That Nox they had the wildest sex ever. Bobby was on a roll. He was aggressive and talked dirty and they fucked the shit out of each other. He peppered his monologue with ‘ Doctor this'and ‘ Doctor that'in between his osculation and lick and sucking and screwing. He told summer he never knew a doctor could be such a good nookie and how he never knew doctor pussy could taste so good. He rimmed her butthole and told her how practically he liked her MD ass. And Dr. give safe head too, he said.

In between her sigh and moan of pleasance Summer told him numerous metre to pink off the doctor talk.

"Sure, Doc,"he said.

Bobby ended up spending the night and waking up with Summer for the first and solitary meter. In the morning he woke up with a recollective, hard erection.

"goodness morning, Doctor,"he said. summer's face curled into mock annoyance."I need a doctor's care."

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

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

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

"No, I think it needs immediate attention !"

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

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

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

-- --

After a good morning shoo-in 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 want 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 gutter cleaned on her house. I don't want her up on ladders. She was in a relationship with a squeamish man for years and he used to train care of that kind of material, but he died about a class ago. And the guy she had hired for some workplace before wasn't too reliable."

"Is it a big house ?"

"No, not really. Three bed, two bath. But it's a split stratum so on half the house the trough are two level high school instead of one."

"Does she give birth an extension ladder ?"

"I think she does. Why ?"

"If she can get the ravel I'll clean her sewer for her."

"You will ?"

"Sure. Can she wait until succeeding weekend ?"

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

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

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

-- --

Bobby wasn't looking forward to getting up early on a Saturday to go clean cruddy, smelly rainfall gutters. He had surprised himself by volunteering. But he would do it, a nice gesture for a squeamish woman, the mother of his older buff and newest favorite ‘ doctor ’.

He woke up early Saturday and dressed in his worst apparel : Ratty jean, sweatshirt, white socks and an old pair of sneakers, ready for dirty work. He wanted to get an early start because the prognosis called for rain by the afternoon. On the way he stopped by a store and bought some heavy trash dish and rubberize gloves.

He pulled into Ella's driveway at quarter-till-nine. He looked at the home and it was bigger than he'd hoped for. Tall trees surrounded it and needed to be cut back so there was no doubt in his intellect the gutters 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 tread toward his car, her late-fifties torso looking slim and trimming and much younger in broken-in Levi's and a loose white blouse. Her blonde-gray hair's-breadth was in a plait ponytail that hung down her back.

They greeted and said their howdy. Ella thanked him and started in about what she would pay him but Bobby told her to forget it. They agreed on a free luncheon. Then Ella showed him the garage where a big extension run was leaning against the wall.

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

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

He lugged the ladder outside. He started with the higher gutters naturally. He set up the ravel, put on his baseball glove and grabbed a hand trowel and a trash bag and climbed up. The gutters were filled with rancid stinky putrid leaves and snails and muck and dirt. He grabbed the shit, raked the shit, and scooped the shit into dish. He went up and down the ravel numerous times. He moved the run around, dragged the dish up and down and pulled the lengthy garden hose up top to flush H2O through the toilet to houseclean them out. He went around the solid house cleaning out the gutters and filling traveling bag with shitty gunk.

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

He'd been stunk up with objet d'art of icky ceiling gutter funk all cockcrow long, all over his wearing apparel, his face, in his hair. But now he was covered with mud too. He pulled down the ladder and moved it back where he'd found it. He put the applesauce bags of muck by the side of the garage under the eave. By then he looked like a dirty drenched river rat. He went into the garage and knocked on the kitchen door.

"Come on in,"Ella called.

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

"Oh my goodness !"she said,"You poor thing. Wait one here and now, I'll be properly back."She returned in thirty indorsement and handed him a towel and a robe."Get undressed and put this on. Then I'll throw your wearing apparel in the washer.

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

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

"Of row, beloved,"she said, and showed him to the john."And I'll fix us some lunch."

Bobby ran the water hot and scrubbed himself top to bottom with Ivory liquid ecstasy. He shampooed his hair until it squeaked. He didn't have a comb so his hair stayed a wet, tangled sight. He put the robe on and tied it around him. It was a few sizes too small for him. He went back to the kitchen self-aware 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 touches on dejeuner : tuna salad on toast, soup, check and lemonade.

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

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

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

They cleared the table and put the smasher in the dishwasher. They stood at the sink and stared out the window and watched watercourse of rain flow across the glass dose. The storm had increased in intensity with hard rainfall, crocked jazz and roaring.

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

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

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

"A Bloody Blessed Virgin ?"

"Yes. You like Bloody Mary, 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 feeding bottle of Spicy V-8 juice and a jar of horseradish. She poured out some of the juice into a glass and scooped horseradish into the bottle. She reached down under the sink and pulled out a fifth of vodka and poured it into the succus bottleful until it was filled. Then she added salt and Madagascar pepper and hot sauce. She tightened the cap and shook the feeding bottle up and down and around as hard as she could.

She showed Bobby where the glassware was and Bobby filled two tumblers with ice. Ella poured the crimson mixture into the glasses.

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

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

They took their seats on the sofa. As he sat Bobby had to reach down to his crotch to slightly shift 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 drinks and began talking.

First, they talked about Ella's family. Bobby told her how prissy it was, and commented about how big her tree diagram were in the chiliad and how they were almost touching the cap and should be trimmed back before too long. He also mentioned that the wood privacy fencing enclosing the backward yard had a number of tear or missing slat, but that would be an easy fix and he'd be glad to lease fear of it for her.

Ella opened up about her friend, the man Summer had mentioned to him. His name was Al and they were close companion for yr. He used to take care of all the away chores but he died the twelvemonth before of a heart flack. She felt lost sometimes ; stuck in inert when it came to the grounds.

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

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

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

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

"Thank God for the little things."She handed the mate to him and added,"Here, light the candela in the living room. I'll be redress back. I'm going to overstretch your wearing apparel out of the dryer and put them on hangers to dry. I don't bed how long the power will be out."

Bobby took a healthy gulp of his drink and then topped off his glass. He lighted the candles in the bread and butter way. The afternoon was dark and stormy exterior and the flickering flames gave the room a cozy, to a greater extent intimate feel.

Ella returned in a couple mo and sat down on the lounge future to him. She took a sip of her drinkable 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 wearing apparel won't be dry for a while either. At to the lowest degree they're clean."

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

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

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

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

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

They looked at each other in the soft, wavering light and both had subtle, amused smile on their faces. Bobby realized that in the lastly thirty or forty endorsement their interaction had suddenly made a colossus leap and crossed some sort of line. He didn't know what occupation it was but he could feel it, a new level of amour had been reached. He looked her over again and liked what he saw. Her E. B. White top did not come along to be as loose as it was before. Her blue jean held snug to her thin branch and showed wear on her knees, cigarette and crotch. She had gotten rid of her brake shoe. He was seated inch away from her and was wearing her robe and naught else. He felt a stir down below. He thought of Bree and her scissor-fucking and her limber stage practically wrapped around her own pass, and drilling her juicy, heart-to-heart twat. Then of summer, fisting her, and their bi-weekly upkeep screw. But here he was now, practically naked and seated future to Ella, and he couldn't believe the mentation he was having. He was imagining all the affair he wanted to do with her.

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

"You're welcome. And it's not so bad inside, with a dainty lunch, dear drinks and expert troupe. And I'll come next Saturday and mend your fencing. That will be an leisurely job. There're only a smattering of slat that need to be replaced ; the others just ask some impertinent nails."

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

"The textile will be bum and it's an easy job. But I don't want any money. I'll take it out in trade."

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

"Uh, another give up tiffin. More crashing Mary. More merry conversation."

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

"well, that's my toll. Unless we can think of something else,"he said. Ella's eyes were panoptic and unflinching and locked into his.

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

"Are you trying to get me toast ?"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 conceive ?"

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

Bobby went into the kitchen and put the glass on the countertop. pelting pounded on the windowpane above the sump. He dug ice third power out from the freezer and tonged them into the glasses. He shook the V-8 nursing bottle vigorously and was pouring the red mix into the glasses when Ella came to the counter and stood adjacent to him. She reached down and picked up her glass, took a healthy swig and put it back down. She turned to him.

"You were right. It's a beneficial day to be inside,"she said right after another thunder boomer shook the family. She put her helping hand 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 thinking ?"she asked quietly.

"No, tell me,"he replied.

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

She pulled his arm closer to her as she moved closer to him. She leaned her cheek to his and kissed him on the backtalk. Any angst she'd had about it was erased immediately. Bobby's mouth parted and his tongue instantly searched for hers. Her former mitt was soon on his hip and his blazonry were halfway around her spine. Their tongue did voiced twist and whirl, each exploring a brand new mouth, and their kickoff kiss lingered on. Her fingers dug into his cutis through the thin cloth of her robe and his hands explored her lower back. His penis grew between his legs.

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

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

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

"Almost twenty-six."

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

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

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

"It means we should kiss whomever we want ; fifty-eight, twenty-eight, twenty-six, whatever."He pulled her a footling penny-pinching and put his hand on her cheek."Besides, you look a lot younger than that. It's obvious where Bree's and Summer's foxy lady factor came from."

He pulled her head to his and kissed her. Their sass spread apart in unison and their rima oris were receptive for business concern. He pulled her tightly against him with one hand in the low of her back and the other on her ass. Bobby's shaft was tough and Ella felt it pressing against her. It had been quite a while for her and her mind was a whirlwind of confusedness 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 readiness. Her cunt was suddenly anxious and wet. ‘ God what are we doing ?'she thought.

Without missing a cadence and with their lips still locked and their knife doing a sexy dance, Ella's fingers found the drawing string on her gown and she pulled on it. The gown loosened, then opened, and she found his engorged cock with her hand. She gripped her finger's breadth around its cinch and stroked him and they kissed even harder.

"Let's go into the sleeping room,"Ella said, half out-of-breath. Bobby nodded. She held his cock like an eight-inch handgrip and led him to her sleeping room. They embraced in the dim light, their kiss punctuated by ostentation of lightning and eruption of skag outside the sleeping room windows. Ella pushed the robe over his shoulder and let it decrease to the hardwood flooring. 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 skin was taut but for a mates fine wrinkles on her flat belly. Her shoulder joint and branch were toned, not too skinny, and her white meat were small-to-medium size with minimal sag. There was a blue tattoo of a peace signal just above her right tit. Summer had been right : her mom was a hippie holdover. A very aphrodisiacal hippie holdover.

With his blazonry around her he pushed her onto the bed. They kissed passionately for various moment as their hands roamed over impudent flesh. But soon Bobby's lip had moved to other places. He kissed her neck and licked her spike and sucked the peace sign into his mouth. When he nibbled on her right nipple Ella let out a screechy moan of pleasure.

As he tit-sucked her, playing no favorites between the two, he started working on her jeans. She helped him as best she could and soon she had squirmed out of them about of the way. With her jeans and scanty now at her ankles, Bobby moved down to the understructure of the bed and pulled them off the rest of the way. He spread her wooden leg and knelt between them. He took his first base aspect at her pussy. It was hairy, but neatly trimmed, and wet.

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

"I want to please you,"he said.

"You already have."

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

"Oh my God,"she stammered.

He licked her sassing and lipped her clit and she squirmed as if her nerve endings were on overburden. He gripped the cheeks of her ass tightly to steady her crotch as he drilled his mouth into it. It helped a niggling but still her cunt was a moving target.

"Are you okay ?"he asked.

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

"You want me to stop ?"

"God, no !"

Bobby went back to work. He held her ass firm and plastered his sassing to her cocked member. He sucked away and squeezed her ass. Slowly he felt her relax and her trend fell in speech rhythm with his. For several min they worked together like this, her crotch pushed against his boldness, him sucking her button, his glossa tasting her tang 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 get laid. He gave her one last major clitoris chomp, eliciting a screaming from Ella, before he moved up so her impregnate pussy lips were kissing the head of his cock. Atop her, he stared into her swimming eyes.

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

"Believe it."

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

"I still think you're hot."

"Fuck my brainiac out,"she whispered.

Bobby slipped his putz 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 sinew. He'd push his entire duration into her and then out, in and out, over and over, as they got their timing down. Gradually he picked up the pace and Ella went with him, they'd go a little faster and curb it for a patch, getting in sync and in melody like a serious music pas de deux. Adagio, then andante, then allegretto, then allegro, and finally Presto !, and they were fucking and bucking like Piston on a runaway train.

Their faces were column inch apart as they fucked, their panoptic, enraptured eyes locked-in. They both grunted with every thrust until Bobby kissed her and started stabbing her mouth with his tongue. His custody were on her tail end cheeks and his digit inched toward her cocksucker. He wanted to fuck all three of her hollow at once.

"Hippie-fucking is good ’, Bobby thought to himself, as they pounded away. Free love and peace and all that shit. He closed his eyes and slammed her as tough and fast as he could. Ella screamed and climaxed in a series of ferocious shift shimmy shakes beneath him as he banged her. He felt her hot juices surround his cock and ooze out onto his ballock. His orgasm was not far behind.

His cum rose up like a prison house riot, his sperm scrap to get out. It was an enraptured pulsing stream and he felt a con in his prick as he came ; his piffling prisoners were burning down the house. He roared as he released. With perennial sensual trembles he uploaded his seed into her until finally he collapsed onto the bed beside her.

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

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

They held each former in silence for many minutes. They listened to their breath and felt the easy heaves of their chests. The storm outside had let up some and was now just a unfluctuating pelting tickling the windowpane.

They finally spoke when the roof fan started turning above them and a visible radiation clicked on in the hall.

"Ah, we have power,"Ella said."unspoilt timing. I'm going to run and put your clothes in the drier. Don't go away."She kissed him and got up out of bed. Bobby watched her bare hippy ass as she walked out the bedroom door.

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

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

They sat in bed and sipped their drunkenness. wellspring, Ella sipped but Bobby gulped. The V-8 gave him a vitamin jolt. He was pretty certainly his limp pecker moved. When his potable was two-thirds gone he put the drinking glass on the mesa on his side of the bed. Ella took another drinking from hers and did the same.

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

"Coconut oil,"she said coyly.

"Oh."

"You know what that's for ?"

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

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

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

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

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

In a immediate minute they were in a fucking race chasing after their next orgasm. They pumped in hard, long CVA, the promontory of Bobby's hawkshaw aiming for the end of Ella's tunnel. They fucked in determined silence, no groan or groans or muddied talk, just the close call of the bed and the vellication of the ceiling fan overhead.

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

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

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

"Are you sure ?"

"Positive."She lifted up and shoved a pillow under her butt. She spread her cheeks with her finger and her asshole was clear for him."Fuck me in the ass."

Bobby put the header of his hawkshaw right up to her open trap and pushed. Ella took a deep breath and let out a hoarse sigh when he entered her. He pushed his putz into her.

"Ooh, that feels big,"she said.

"You okay ?"he asked.

"Yes, you ?"

"That's Nice and close,"he said.

"Good. Now nooky me."She put her digit on her muddy button and felt herself.

Bobby pushed again, easing it in. It was a smashed but smooth glide and he was surprised at how easily it slid in, how sublime the force per unit area felt around his prick, and how quickly he was vigorously driving his dick into the depths of her ass.

Ella was into it. She was slapping her clit like a bass string and pushing her ass into him, matching him thump for thump. Bobby was digging it too, in more mode than one. He drilled her with a passion, will his semen up for another ride out into the risky down in the mouth yonder. He knew he wouldn't last long at the rate he was going so after a couple hour he slowed his pace.

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

So he did and within five or six more slash his river was rising. With a gimcrack moan and a volcanic quaver his cum surged through his ray of light and spurted multiple time into the deepest compass of Ella's rectum. Even after he'd nip his lowest drop he kept his dick embedded in her ass as she frantically worked her tool in an exploit to coax her unleashing.

After a bit Bobby pulled his tool out of her asshole with a wet, sucking thwap and scooted down the bed. He put his nerve in her crotch and his mouth on her inflated tool. Ella ceded it immediately and put her bridge player on the spine of his head. She shoved her clitoris deep into his mouth with all her might like she was grinding teeth. Bobby sucked on her clit the same way she had sucked his hammer : forcefully. He felt the press of her athletic mole on his side and inhaled the fetid taste and odor of her sex. He could finger his own cum on his chin as it seeped out of her asshole.

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

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

-- --

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

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

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

"Oh, please,"she said.

"I was serious about fixing your fencing next 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 prissy. 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 grinning. He kissed her and took one net taste sensation of her and their tongues said a slow goodbye.

-- --

The next few days were just like any other week and Bobby was looking forward to going back to Ella's. The fence job would be easy, maybe an hour and a half of work, and he'd get a tiffin and maybe get laid again.

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

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

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

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

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

"No problem, I understand."

"It's my birthday. She always takes me to luncheon for my birthday. It just didn't aurora on me end week."

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

"You did,"she said.

She took a step closer. She reached between his stage and took his cock in her script. She kissed him, and her clapper did a momentary slither in his mouth.

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

She pulled him a twain whole tone to the sofa. She sat and pulled down his bloomers. His cock was already at broad aid. She kissed it and licked his balls. She took it into her mouth.

The whole shebang was over in less than XXX minutes. She sucked him to windup and a calendar week's worth of his stored-up cum erupted into her sassing. Then her gown opened and Bobby twirled her onto the couch and buried his aspect into her twat for a few hour until she came. Then he mounted her and started fucking her. He'd been going at it for a couple 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 ready already."She was already fingering herself.

He turned her over. Her ass was cunning, the residue of lubing herself. He oiled his shaft and fucked her ass until he came. He withdrew his rooster from her ass and inserted in into her drippy kitty-cat and rammed her doggy-style for a duo more minutes until she let out a whoop and had another orgasm.

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

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

-- --

Bobby had just finished up and was putting his puppet in the trunk of his car when summertime drove up. She parked her car and came up to him. He felt a little awkward and didn't know whether to buss her or not in front end of her mother's family, 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 imply ?"

"Because I hear you are quite a odd-job man. The gutters, the fence, and Mom said you got her backdoor working again. I didn't even know it was stuck."

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

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

"Have fun. And don't toast too many Acacia dealbata !"Bobby said.

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

-- --

matter started to get eldritch after that. The next Thursday would have been Bobby's night to see Summer but he couldn't get hold of her. When he finally did reach out 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 thou, on the roof, or in the bedchamber. She laughed but said although it was tempting she didn't think it was a unspoilt estimation. Too close for comfort with Summer and everything. Evidently Ella didn't know—or didn't want to know -- Bobby had been Summer's unshakable bedmate and summer didn't want him screwing her mother.

Bobby thought about the end few months with amazement. He had had a furious weekend with a untested hot dancer named Bree. Then he'd had a turn of incredible dark with her hot Mom, doctor summer. And finally a couple wild shoo-in of hipster sex with Ella. Sexually it had been the most fruitful time period of his lifespan. And now suddenly, as if flipping a replacement, the rainy time of year was over and he was back in the desert.

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

-- --

Bobby went to work every day with his nose to the grindstone, trying to forget about his sexcapades. Although he would replay the experiences in his mind, it wasn't that hard to put nigh of it behind him and just chalk it up to ships passing in the Nox. He knew there was no real future with summertime ; there was the big age dispute, and she just needed to get laid and he was convenient. And what happened with Ella was an accident of fate ; it would never have happened if he hadn't fallen in the mud and been stranded in her dwelling by the storm and ended up naked wearing her gown. And she needed to get laid and he was there. But it was unlike with Bree. He thought of her often.

It was about four months later when out of the blue on a Thursday evening Bobby received a call from summer. When he saw her name displayed on his phone he froze for a 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 purpose of her call."feeling Bobby, I know it has been a while and I hope you don't idea my calling but I thought you should fuck. It concerns Bree."

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

"Oh, she's amercement,"Summer said with a chuckle."She's doing well. She is here in town. She's an artist-in-residence for her old saltation instructor. They're putting on a song and 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 and staying with me for a few hebdomad while she worked on the production. She'll be going back soon. She has asked about you, and I think she wanted to scream you, but she has been so busybodied, she's been putting in xvi hour days. And I think she may have felt funny story calling since she had not done a good job of keeping in ghost. Anyway, I wanted to call you in shell you would want to know."

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

"The final performance are this weekend : Tomorrow dark, Saturday night and a Sun matinee."She went on to tell him the theater and evidence times.

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

"Oh, I think she'd be 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 Day. On Saturday evening he got to the theater plenty early. He'd made indisputable he dressed and looked and smelled good. He picked up his ticket and there was a brief Federal Reserve note paper-clipped to it. It read : ‘ Hi Bobby, So glad you could come ! meet me at the understructure of the point right after the show. Bree ’.

It was a great seat. centre subdivision, third row, aisle seat. He looked around the small theater. It seated three or four hundred and had in high spirits ceilings, chandeliers and a small balcony. There was a banding tuning up on one side of meat of the level. He read through the playbill and saw Bree's name in a few different post : artist-in-residence, choreography, and in several unlike numbers. The show was an olio of song and saltation numbers from Broadway musicals.

The show was very professionally done even though most of the performing artist were amateurs. Bobby was particular affect with the bird named Bree. Not only with her dancing, but her singing ! The daughter had a beautiful set of pipework to go along with the rest of her which was pretty damn honest too. She sang ‘ Cabaret'and he felt like she was singing directly to him. It brought the house down and he had half a erection by the time it was over.

After the show the visible light went up and the audience streamed toward the ass exits but Bobby had a short walk of life to the phase. Bree was there in seconds, in costume and caked with make-up.

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

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

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

"It shows !"

"Want to go get a swallow or something ?"she asked.

"Absolutely !"

"Great. Meet me around back at the stage entering. grant me about fifteen bit, okay ? I need to change 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 number one wood's doorway when Bree emerged from the back of the theatre of operations. She was a beautiful tidy sum for his sore eyes. She wore the same tight blue jean and red perspirer she'd worn on the night they'd met. The hot cake had been washed from her face and she looked delicious. She strutted toward him with a gym bag in her mitt. Bobby opened the passenger door for her and she got in.

They went to a minor vicinity bar a few stop from the theater and sat in a booth facing one another. They ordered a pitcherful of beer. Bobby suggested solid food but Bree said she was too wound up to eat.

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

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

They talked and tried to capture 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 production.

"My old dance teacher is on the staff at the university, in the field Arts and Dance section. She was always an aspiration and a mentor and she always encouraged me. We've kept in touch over the long time. Anyway a few months ago she asked if I could aid her put the show together, perform and tutor and mentor the cast. She had some spare money in the budget. I said yes and here I am."

"The show was enceinte. And you look great. And God, I knew you could dance but had no melodic theme you could sing like that. You are amazing !"

"Thank you,"she said."We were pretty happy with the result."She reached over and touched Bobby's paw."It's so good 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 chance,"Bobby said."Once she called I couldn't postponement for tonight."He took her manus and raised it to his lips and kissed it. He detected wetness in her eyes.

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

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

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

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

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

This surprised him."Oh, now that, uh, that was an accident. I had cleaned her toilet and my clothes 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 unawares pause she added,"Maybe you've found your true calling."

"Oh yeah, what's that ?"

"Gigolo."

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

"Think about it,"she said."You're only man on ground 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 fundamental 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 sentiency for you two to knock off up even it was only impermanent. But you really made her feel dear about herself. She told me about you going to the party with her and how you praised her for her noesis and called her ‘ physician'and encouraged her to back to school day. And now that's what she's doing."

"Really ? That's great."

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

"And my nanna was in kind of a rut when you went over to her house and fell in the mud. She had lost a dear friend, a man she'd been very close to, the year before. And she was stuck in a major blue funk and couldn't get out. There was this man named Moe, another old hippie who owns five or six wellness nutrient shop, and he had been asking her out for calendar month but she'd been turning him down. But whatever clicked between you and her that day did the trick. You made her find sexy and suitable again and she got up the courageousness 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 summertime too."

summer took another crapulence of beer and took a deep breath.

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

Bobby squeezed her bridge player."What is it ?"

"Thank you for listening. It feels in force to talk about it. A few week ago I found out my roommate is giving up the apartment when the rental is up. I have to adjudicate whether to try to celebrate it, find a new roommate in a city full of daredevil, or try to find another shoes, which is no sluttish task. All while working and trying to pluck for gigs.

"Or, I have another opportunity which has come up. My old teacher has offered me a staff position here at the university working in her department. I would assist on all the productions, recitals, hearing, as well as any other job they have for me. But I would work on choreography and be involved in the creative process, which I love, and mentor the student if they needed individual service. The job wouldn't pay a whole lot, but would be livable, and one of the perks is I could take three course credit rating for free every semester and in the summertime sessions to work toward a academic degree. But I'd have to find a place to live, get a car, and uproot my life from what it's been the terminal few years.

"So, do I continue slogging away in New House of York, scuffling for study, and have up on a pipe dream ? Or do I move back, take a job I know I'd enjoy and be good at, but play it safe ?"

"You could look at it as a great opportunity, a new chapter in your animation. The unloose stratum are a swell fillip. And if you would need to hold superfluous money, I know I could book us a few gigs a calendar week as a duo ; with your feel and your voice we'd be favorable. But the master point is this : You've gained incredible experience the live on few years. And that experience could actually have a priceless force on the students you come in contact with. It could be very rewarding for you and for them."

"You really think so ?"

"Of course !"

"That's what my instructor said."

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

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

"Are you occupy tomorrow night ?"Bree asked.

"I just cleared my slating,"Bobby said.

"Tomorrow's matinee is our final execution. Afterwards we have a plaster bandage company which I must pay heed for an hour or so. After that I'm going to dinner with Mom and Gerry and my grandmother and Moe. It's Gerry's treat. Would you do with me ?"

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

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

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

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

"Flounder Fred's !"

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

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

-- --

dinner party was set for seven-thirty. After a brief stop consonant at the Holiday Inn down the block, Bobby arrived early and waited in the vestibule. At about five minutes till seven the older folks arrived. Summer looked fine as ever in a red frock and with longer hair, now several inches down her back. Ella was thin and vivacious in a pixilated black top and baggy flowery pant. He was pleasantly surprised when summer and Ella both hugged him without vacillation, thus breaking any ice.

introduction had just been made when a taxi pulled up to the front line entrance and Bree appeared. They were seated promptly and dinner went well. Summer and Ella gave him a sideways glance here and there but it was not uncomfortable at all. Conversation was rid and comfortable, often focused on Bree's yield, and Bobby really enjoyed it. Gerry was a handsome guy, maybe a few years onetime than Summer, and had a pretty unspoilt sensation of sense of humour. And Moe was a real spell of work, big and bold, funny as sin and had a ponytail almost as long as Ella's.

After dinner party they all said their good-bye in the anteroom. By this metre the place had thinned out so they took a private booth in the bar and ordered cognacs. drinking they could suckle and stretch out the eventide. At first they talked about how well dinner had gone and how very much they both liked Gerry and Moe. Then the conversation shifted to Bree's quandary. A decision would induce to be made soon.

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

"A few days,"she said."There's no rush. I have some days off from the day job and no gigs lined up. I've been concentrating on the work here for the last 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'optic, and all four were glistening.

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

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

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

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

Fortunately they were able-bodied to switch one of the reservations to the observe night. Bobby figured he had two days to convince her that moving back abode was the right thing to do .