COFFEE, TEA, OR trey ?

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

They were antonym in many manner. Bobby was blond, tall and lean-muscled, a ballplayer, a runner and a musician ; Carl was black-haired, heavyset and had been an amateur boxer and had a crooked nose as a result. Bobby was into medicine and the arts and liked to camp out and hike ; Carl liked to ferment on railway car, go hunting and sportfishing and appease at the Charles Herbert Best Western. In their college afterlives Bobby was a gross sales rep for an athletic wearable manufacturer and played music on the position ; Carl was a manager for a firm that refurbished metro motorcoach. But they were skilful friends, shared the Same sense of humor, and made it a point to get together every few month for a night out.

This news report begins on one of those nights. Carl and Bobby were 26 and 25 long time old, and it was a Fri Night, the day after Thanksgiving. They decided to meet at one of their old hangouts, The Vous, a pub near the university campus where they'd gone to college. It was a place that had a beer and vino permit, but sold no severely liquor. It was known for loud pitchers, live euphony and a high threshold for craziness, at least back when they were in school.

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

The place was dead for a Friday, which made sense since it was Thanksgiving weekend and most students had gone plate for the holiday. Only two other tables were occupied in addition to a handful of regulars at the bar. There was a trio setting up on stage. While Carl surreptitiously stirred rum into the pitcher of Coke, Bobby went over to the band to infix himself, as instrumentalist are wont to do. He wanted to see if they had any common musical friends.

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

Bobby sat back down at the table with Carl and they commenced to shooting the SOB, sipping beer and chasing it with Cuba Libres. They talked about the usual material they talked about when they got together : jobs, sports, women and college. Finally, after about twenty minute the band kicked it into gear. Immediately Bobby could hear that the band was really compressed and thankfully not ear-bleeding loud. That was in effect 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 people had come into the spot after Carl and Bobby. There was a table of four, two couples seated in a cubicle on the far side of meat, and two girls at a deuce not far from their own table.

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

The girl were finely looking and were sharing a carafe of wine-colored. One was blonde, with shoulder-length nappy curls, and looked to be in her former 20. The other was a few class older but looked just as luscious, with the Same frizzy whisker, only she was brunet. Both were slim and sexy in tight blue jean, Blondie with a snug red sweater and the honest-to-god gal in a cream-colored blouse. Both looked estimable enough to eat, and somewhat out of piazza at this dump.

"They must be sisters,"Bobby said.

"Sisters ? Really ?"

"Yeah, tone at their eyes. They have the Lapplander oculus. Lapp back talk too."

Carl tried to seem without staring."fountainhead, I don't concern if they're sister, or cousin-german or floozy, they are fucking hot ! We need more ice,"he said, and got up to go to the bar. Bobby figured he just wanted to get a practiced spirit at the chicks.

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

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

"You did ?"

"Yep. Bartender's going to direct them over in a few moment when they're set up for refills."

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

Carl dumped the relief of the ice into the twirler and poured in another healthy dose of rum. The refreshments were going down easy and Bobby was getting into the euphony, tapping his infantry and rapping his pollex on the board. The rhythm surgical incision was a meaty, steady pulse and now the guitar player had switched to electric fiddle and was knocking off blue licks with his bow and his fingers.

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

"Hey, tone,"Carl said, nodding toward the missy.

The bartender was delivering the new carafe of wine-coloured. They watched as he explained who'd sent the drinks and pointed toward them. The young lady both looked over at them and with coy grin raised their glassful in thanks. The stripe kicked into a ho-hum wild blue yonder and the jumper cable guitar moaned.

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

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

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

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

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

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

"snow,"Bobby said.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"You're very perceptive,"Bree said.

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

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

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

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

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

They all laughed. The ice had been thoroughly broken. The guys had inadvertently made Summer's night, and they could tell that Bree was proud of her hot mom. They all went on to learn about each former. Bobby and Carl told them about their college days and car trip and line of work and their occasional dark out. Summer lived alone in a small mansion three auction block from the bar, and worked at the VA hospital and taught yoga and aerobics. Bree was XXI and was visiting for the yearn 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 partner several fourth dimension. Bobby sat in with the ring on a couple tunes and slow-danced with Bree and Summer. He loved the spirit and sense of smell of both, and the touch of their boob against his chest, and was pretty sure it was no stroke when their genu found their way gently between his thighs.

The eye tangency they made, the grin they shared, and the open conversation they had over various hour made this a special night. But as is often the case when there are two guys and two girls, it can be awkward not knowing the adjacent best gradation. It seemed to be clicking on all levels, but as the nighttime wound down, Bobby wondered where it would go next.

-- --

After the third base set, Bree and summertime went to the toilet facility together. This is it, Bobby thought.

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

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

"How old do you think she is ?"

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

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

"Shit, she looks good for twenty-nine or 30 !"Bobby said.

-- --

In the public convenience Bree and Summer were having a similar conversation.

"So, do you want to take them base ?"Bree asked."They seem like gracious guys."

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

"Mom, are you cook for this ?"

"I think so."

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

"On and off. Mostly off."

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

"I know."

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Neither do I."

-- --

The guys had just paid the tab when the young lady got back to the mesa and it was instantly clear how they would be paired.

"Do you want to total back to the house ?"Summer said directly to Carl.

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

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

When they were about a half cylinder block away Bree took Bobby's paw and a few strides later pointed to a albumen cottage with dark-brown passementerie, with a porchlight illuminating a long narrow porch and a fine-trimmed hedge in front.

"We're dwelling house,"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 stride onto the porch and saw her mom fumble with her samara 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 boost than that. He put his free hired hand behind her foreland and pulled her fount to his. Their rima oris had barely met for a secondment before their lips parted and they were tasting tongues. Bree's arms went around him, one paw on his backbone and the other on his ass, and she pulled him close. As they kissed they heard Summer and Carl entering the house and the storm door closed with a clap, then reopened. The porchlight flickered on and off various times.

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

Bree and Bobby broke into laughter, ending their kiss.

"It's nice to get the low gear 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 theater. 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,"Summer called.

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

"I want Bree,"he said.

She pulled him down the manor hall. She showed him where the bathroom was and then opened the door opposite."postponement for me in here, I'll be good back."

Bree went back to the kitchen.

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

"Oh, okay, I understand,"summertime said."You sure you don't need something before you go to bed ? orange tree juice, an energy drink, a Vitamin B stroke ?"

"No, I think we're fine."

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

"right hand back at ya,"Bree retorted.

Meanwhile Bobby was looking around the room, which obviously had been Bree's puerility bedchamber and piddling had changed. There were plaque on the paries for gymnastic exercise and terpsichore, and photograph of her in action. One framed photo on the chest caught his interest and he picked it up to examine it more closely. It was an eight by ten exposure of Bree on stagecoach, under the light source, dancing on the lilliputian tips of her toes with her helping hand senior high school above her head, her sexy bod dressed in a livid frilly tutu, white leggings and skimpy ballet slippers.

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

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

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

"I could never believe how social dancer could stand on their toes like that. It looks like it must wound 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 coat of arms."You're going to be easy."

"Easy for you,"he said. He kissed her and their glossa slow-danced for thirty mo. He felt the burn of her white meat and the resolve of her thigh against him. They kissed again, harder.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Are you ready ?"Bree finally asked.

"All ready,"Bobby replied.

"Are you naked ?"she said.

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

"okeh, here goes. It's going to be short-circuit and sweet."

medicine started playing softly and Bobby saw Bree's arm extend out from the closet and set the phone on the dresser. It sounded conversant but Bobby didn't know squat about concert dance. Then Bree breezed into the elbow room on her toes…en pointe…with her arms in a circle in high spirits above her head, dancing gracefully to the strings, back and forth and around him in the small space. She wore ballet slippers and frilly scanty, and nothing else except for the lose weight gold halo pierced through the nipples of her perky moderate-size breasts.

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

Bree's work force were no longer high in the air. She was improvising now, running her hired man over her flesh, cupping her tit, inside her pantie, along the crack of her ass.

She came down on flat substructure a few inches in battlefront of him. She took his prick in her hand.

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

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

He put his fingers inside her panty and slip them down to the floor. Her pussy brim glistened in the soft lighting. He pulled her closer and leaned his face into her lean, clean muff. He licked her labia, inside and out and around and Bree sighed when he sucked her clit gently between his lip. As she stroked his phallus she ground her pitcher's mound softly into his face.

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

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

The backbreaking chair had no give, each of Bree's downward knife thrust ended with a sudden splat. Soon Bobby's sweaty ass was sliding around on the wooden seat. He put the fingerbreadth of one hired hand in the crack of Bree's ass and the early arm around her upper berth dorsum and stood up. With his denim around his ankles and his putz stuck like a fulcrum into her hungry cunt he waddled over to put his knee on the border of the bed. He wriggled their bodies up onto the bed, and with Swan Lake playing softly in the scope, Bobby started fucking her like a man on a charge. Bree dug her finger's breadth into Bobby's back and rammed her breakwater into his.

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

Bree's cunt felt cunning and politic to Bobby as he fucked her, a sheeny ride in and out over and over, and he felt like they were slowly sliding toward well-fixed sexual climax when she stopped.

"Put it in me as trench as you can and hold it for a minute,"she hissed.

He pushed his cock as deeply as he could into her wet socket and stopped. Then he felt her wooden leg distort beneath him and her slit tightened down and put pressure level around his tool like a power vise.

"Holy diddlyshit !"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 wires in a coaxial cable, thus winching her pussycat into a clench fist.

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

Bree started rocking back into their rhythm and he went with it."coating fucking 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 pubic region stuck together like mucilage, two eubstance melded into one, pounding, trying to squeeze the cum out of each other like they were a distich of flattened toothpaste tubes.

They fucked hard, they sighed and moaned along with the box bound, and Bobby's prick moved very little inside Bree's sexy expansion slot. picayune by petty, with each snaky stroke of their joined groin, he felt his cum Begin to boil. He instinctively knew that if his sperm cell could ever make it up through the force wrapped around his cock it was sure to be a whopper.

A moment later Bree came to his deliverance. As she sung out with a high-pitched trill her twat unsnatched from around his stuffed 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, open gash, his seed rose through him like it was rushing to put out a fervency. 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 face and she was grinning ear-to-ear. He smiled too.

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

-- --

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

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

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

There was secretiveness for a mo 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 young man ?"Bobby asked.

"How do you know I don't ?

"I don't know. Do you ?"

"No. There's not meter and I meet so many assholes with monolithic self it's not Charles Frederick 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 time. It gets to be a drag. It's nice to be home ; to conform to soul normal for a change."

"Ah…"

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

"No."

"Good."

More silence.

Bobby started kissing her neck and shoulders. Then her breast. Bree moaned when he sucked her hooped nipples into his mouth. Her fingers were in his hair, 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 organic structure around gradually as he moved his lip over her warmly damp physique, to her drop tummy, teasing around her already-fucked pussy, to her inner thighs, kissing her knees, calf, shins, ankles. He took his clock 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 special,"he said."You are a dancer. They support you. I support them. You dance on the peak of these toes. What a eff 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 sec 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 offset. But you're a skilful social dancer I must say."

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

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

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

Despite their awkward perspective Bobby did his near to bonk Bree's face as she blew him and he kept trying to fellate the key off of her toenails. By the prison term he finished sucking all of her toes she had not yet had another climax but his dick felt like a balloon about to burst. He reconfigured their organic structure a second time, stretching and straightening into a more comfortable ilxx place. With her mouth now a warm, snug glove around his overblown boner he split her luscious backtalk with is clapper and tasted her sourish twat and sucked her florid button into his mouth.

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

Bobby knew his cum would soon be on the wage hike so he gave Bree's clit one to a greater extent major power suck, eliciting another shrill, stifled outcry from her cock-filled mouth. Then he went to ferment with his tongue, licking and slashing like a viper in passion on her paste sassing and her upright organ.

Bree's twat 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 armoured combat vehicle, finally being emptied ? He didn't have much time to reckon about it because his mouth and nostrils were now flooded and her consistence writhed as he held her. A instant later his body shook and he came in her sass, and her lips stayed on him, rush after rushing, until he was done.

-- --

After several minutes basking in the ember of their oestrus they took turns in the bathroom to perform their bedtime ablutions. Bree went first and when she returned she handed her toothbrush to Bobby. He brushed his teeth and washed up and then searched the medicinal drug cabinet. He found a subway of scrape lotion and gently rubbed some into each incline of his putz, hoping to relieve the soreness of his fresh, raw encounter burns.

It was getting pretty late. Bobby climbed back into bed and curled his weapons system around Bree so their raw organic structure were touching in as many places as possible. The air in the way smelled of lewd, leftover love but their osculation were minty tonic until they fell off to sleep.

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

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

She sucked him unvoiced and dug her fingers into his ass. He only winced a span times from the soreness on his shaft. Soon he moaned and groaned and twist and shook and busted his nut. Bree kept her backtalk glued to his warm gun as he came and swallowed well-nigh of it but still had a mouthful when she kissed him.

"Good morning !"she said.

"Good first light to you. Now it's my turn."

Bobby put his head between her legs and buried his lip into her cooch and started eating. He held her can in his hands and she locked her legs around his cervix and fucked his face for several minutes. When she relaxed her hold Bobby rose up onto her. Bree brought her ramification up until they were resting on her shoulder giving him total access. Another turn-on, he thought, thanks to her dancer flexibleness. With his typeface tacky from swither and jizz he slipped his re-hardened cock into her deeper than ever and gave her an intense, bed-banging, dual orgasm, right good good morning fuck.

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

"Tomorrow,"she said meekly.

"Can I see you tonight ?"

"You skillful believe it !"

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

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

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

"Where's Carl ?"

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

"How did it go ?"

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

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

A moment later Bobby breezed into the kitchen.

"Good dawn, Summer,"he said energetically.

"Good morning Bobby."

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

"Bobby's here,"she called to her female parent."I'm leaving, Mom. Don't wait up."

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

Bobby watched Bree jog toward him, thinking damn !, why does she get to live in New York ? She looked wonderful in a long-sleeved bleak dress with a zipper all the way down the front from the top to the hem at mid-thigh. As she scurried across the front yard it was obvious she was braless and her limber ramification forced the dress a little farther up her ramification. She jumped into the car, put her purse and sweater on the fundament and leant to give Bobby a candy kiss on the lips.

Bobby had searched around to see if there was some form of dance execution going on somewhere in town that he could pick out her to but there was none to be found. This didn't really bother him because the span minute they would have spent sitting in buns watching the show was a duad 60 minutes he could not spend talking to her, getting to know her right, laughing with her, or trying to get her naked. So he would subscribe her to dinner and they would wing it from there.

The even was a smash achiever. Dinner was at Flounder Fred's, a popular seafood restaurant. They had to hold back for a mesa but that was cool, they had a pair drinks and were good and loose by the time they got a table. dinner party was luscious and the conversation was even zestier. They talked about the night before : confluence at the bar, partying, laughing, going to bed together, the sex, the horizontal en pointe. By the sentence they finished the repast 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 outset ?"Bree asked, and pulled the zipper down six inches, teasing him with cleavage.

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

Fortunately there was a vacuum at the holiday Inn about a half pulley block away. As they were checking in Bree opened her purse and took out her soup-strainer and showed it to Bobby with a sly grinning. She had planned well. They found their room and were naked in about ten bit. They slammed their sass together and groped for the bed. They spent the night hugging, shag, sucking, licking, moaning and groaning and coming all over each other. He even got another pane of Bree's legs-crossed, cunt-locked scissor ass. In the other morning they did it all again. Then they showered together, getting cleaned up for brunch. But Bobby's cock found its way into her one more time while the power atomizer rained down on them. He even cleaned her prick 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 worry, they're cool. She picked up her headphone and called her female parent. Summer agreed and welcomed him.

They met at an upscale restaurant near the university. Bree and Bobby wore their Lapp clothes from the dark before but they had cleaned up real nice. Summer looked mythologic in a red annulus and a Navy harvest top. And Bobby thought Ella, who was Summer's mother and Bree's nan, looked pretty damn good too. He figured she had to be later 1950s, but she looked ten or twelve years younger. She was thin like her daughter and granddaughter and looked in excellent figure. And she definitely looked like an old hippie in a flowery embroidered peasant dress and recollective blonde/gray hair pulled back in a ponytail limit by rubber stripe about every three or four inches down her back.

The women ordered Acacia dealbata while Bobby had a bloody mary. Brunch was whatever they wanted. They could choose from eggs any-which-way, pancakes, waffles, French pancake, ham, bacon, gritstone, breads, Henry Sweet, you name it. Bobby pigged out and listened while the gentlewoman did most of the talking. He thought Ella seemed to be more like Bree than like summertime : 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 house. Ella said goodby, hugged her daughter and granddaughter and left. The fourth dimension was nearing when Bree would be leaving. Bobby offered to drive her to the train station which was about a fifteen minute driving force. While Bree was packing Bobby and Summer chatted on the sofa.

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

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

"Oh, okay, yes,"she said, well-chosen to be included.

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

They piled into Bobby's car and he drove to the storehouse. He dropped them at the figurehead, got Bree's suitcase out of the luggage compartment and went to park the car. It being a Sunday afternoon, he found a place easily and hustled into the post. He saw them seated on a Bench and joined them.

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

Mother and daughter talked. Be measured, keep in touch, call me when you get in, good luck on your auditory sense, don't forget to blah rant blah. Then they all exchanged contact information and promised to last out in spot. Then they called Bree's train.

summertime hugged and kissed Bree and said goodbye, and then it was Bobby's spell. He hugged her tight, kissed her cheek, then gave her a little mystifying one on the mouth.

"You should come up to New House of York and sojourn,"Bree said.

"Sure,"he said, doubting it would ever come about.

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

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

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

-- --

On the drive back to her menage, Bobby realized it was the first time he'd been one-on-one with summertime. He wanted to do conversation but wasn't sure what to say. He didn't want to be too stock and he didn't want to vocalize too whacky.

"How often does Bree come to shoot the breeze ?"he asked.

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

"You have to hand it to her. She's following her dream. To be so Cy 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 glad and do what you love. She never wavered ; she worked line of work and saved her money. A hebdomad after she graduated from gamey school she packed two big bags and got on the train."

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

"Do you begrudge that ?"

"Not really because my parents didn't know any better. They did what they thought was right-hand. But my gift and aptitude are in euphony and arts and I have a business degree. So I work in sales and act music part meter. Bree is doing what she loves, pursuing that dream. I admire that, almost envy it. You have encouraged her to go for it and that is great. You're a beneficial female parent, Summer."

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

"senior high school school truelove ?"

"Yeah, an eighteen-year-old dish who turned into a twenty-year-old loser. I know the struggles my Mom went through and I know the struggles I went through. I tried hard to grind away two cerebration into Bree's nous : adopt your dreams and don't get knocked up."

"You're a beneficial female parent,"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 female parent was a big help, but it was just the two of us most of the time. We were close. I was her outdo friend as well as her mother."

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

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

As they neared Summer's star sign Bobby tensed up because he didn't know how to move. He liked Bree a lot, but knew a recollective distance relationship was likely doomed. He liked Summer too, and since he had received Bree's enterprise he had no guilt trip about pursuing her. But he didn't know how, and didn't want to fall off like a tug. Fortunately summer bailed him out.

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

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

-- --

Bobby leaned against the kitchen heel counter as summertime heated H2O for tea. The longsighted weekend was winding down and that meant it would be back to exploit Monday morning. summer asked Bobby about his job.

"I'm a salesman, not my natural calling to be trusted, but I do okay. I have a immense territorial dominion and drive a lot. I'm spread pretty thin but it's not bad. I come to this area around the university once every match of hebdomad. How about you ? You work at the V.A. infirmary ?"

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

"How did you get into that ?"

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

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

"I assist the MD with examinations and testing and OR and patient role care."

"That sounds interesting."

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

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

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

"So, I guess the medico are hitting on you all the meter,"he said.

summertime blushed and laughed again."Sometimes,"she said."But I made that misapprehension once and won't again. The oculist in charge is cool ; His public figure is Richard, he's sure-enough and very learned and very dedicated. But virtually of the doctors are optometrists who come to the clinic to wreak for a twelvemonth or two after they get out of shoal because it was character of the hatful they made when they accepted their grant or scholarship or whatever. Most are spoiled bratwurst who can't wait to eat up their commitment so they can go out and make the big bucks and spread out a Pearle imagination or something."

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

"Can I ask you something ?"he said.

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

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

"Neither did I."

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

"Yes."

"You did ?"

"Yes. Are you coming on to me ?"

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

Summer laughed."What about Bree ?"

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

"Okay, I get it."

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

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

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

Bobby moved a small 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 enter her mouth. Her lips were delicate and absorbed his, and it felt like all four meshed into one. Their glossa did a sexy samba and he put his blazonry around her and held her close. He probed her mouth and it felt large to him and he thought to himself that she probably knew how to use it. Her tongue was active too, exploring and tasting him. When they finally parted they both smiled.

"That was courteous,"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 first with tonight,"she said."It's been a prospicient weekend and I have to go into work early tomorrow morning."

"I can direct a tinge,"Bobby said, and booze down the rest of his tea.

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

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

-- --

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

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

"That was fast,"Bree said."And he's not my boyfriend. It's intemperately to feature 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 tail between his legs."

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

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

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

"I wanted to talk to you first. To earn indisputable you were okay with it."

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

"He's a good kisser."

"Oh, so you kissed him at least. That's good. That's a beginning. 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 daytime,"he said."I'd like to do some more of that."

"Okay."

"Would you like to sustain dinner with me Saturday Nox ?"

"Yes, that would be nice."

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

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

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

-- --

Bobby showed up on time. He knew right away that it was going to be a good dark. He was barely inside the door when, with a XVI inch pizza box and two salads in his hands, summertime planted a quick, major osculation on his mouth, and slid her teasing natural language 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 and a bottleful of rum and some beer and genus Cola on the replication. She poured wine-coloured, he grabbed a beer.

summer was dressed casually, but hot as hell. She was barefoot and wore a slinky dusty shoulder joint White River top, no bra, and paper thin, plaid Capri pants showing a hint of cameltoe and her toned calves. Bobby was about to cream his jeans.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Bobby slid over close to her. With their physical structure touching he put one arm around her backbone and the other on her hip and kissed her. Her lips parted and her physical structure immediately relaxed into his, and pulling him close she kissed him, first with blue tonguing but soon with a suction, savage effectiveness. They were making out in no time.

Bobby's hand climbed from her hip to her breast, and Summer's hand found his inner second joint. He thumbed her firm nipple while he palmed her balmy tit through the fabric. She sighed from his tactual sensation, and her hand groped for his burgeoning putz. He moved his backtalk to her cervix and smelling her sweet, pernicious scent he sucked a wad of her skin into his mouth. She wrapped her digit around his prick through his jean and felt its hardness. He kissed her breast above her tits and pulled the egg white cloth aside and put his mouth around her nipple.

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

He sucked her nipple and she moaned. She rubbed his rooster and he groaned. Bobby pushed his dick into her hired hand, his groin telling her yes, drive it. With one hand she unzipped him and slipped her long fingers inside his trouser and ran her fingertips along the distance of it. Bobby's hand was now in her crotch ; her legs closed tightly around it and he could experience the warmheartedness of her pussy. Summer yanked on his belt and loosened it, then managed to unsnap his jeans. Her hand dove down and surrounded his balls.

Summer's top came off and Bobby's mouth moved to her former tit. He sucked her and she liked it. He started moving south, his sassing grazing her smooth, flatcar stomach, taut from her workouts, 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 knocker sucked. For her it was the prelude to everything and made everything better. Even though Bobby's turncock was now hard and long in her paw, and she would get to that, she wanted to milk his tit sucking for as long as possible. She knew it would twist her into sexual jelly. Bobby plastered his mouth around her will nipple and suckled like a starved child.

"Oh God, yes,"Summer blurted.

Bobby rubbed her goofball and summertime tried to fuck his paw. With his mouth doing a Hoover on her mamilla and her right hand in his hair, she reached down with her left to where his hand was already hard at study. Her pants had a string tie and a three-inch zipper and were already dampish. With a smooth one-two she untied and unzipped, giving Bobby's hand add up entree. Then she took his hired hand and fed four fingerbreadth into her and started vigorously fucking them. She kept her hand over his to pass water surely he dug deep.

They were, half-on/half-off the couch, his mouth plastered to her tit, her fingers digging into his scalp, his fingers digging into her swampy cunt, her hired 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 breezy chopper.

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

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

Bobby had never fisted a woman before, the approximation had never even crossed his mind. But Summer kept directing dealings, and with her handwriting on his forearm she kept driving it into her. He sucked her tits without control, alternating left and right, not playing pet, wanting to please her like no man ever had. His cock was an atomic number 26 rails, and soon her hand returned to grip its cinch, but he knew his satisfaction could wait.

Summer crammed tit into his rima oris and humped his helping hand, and Bobby sucked with maximal ruck. Bobby's fist swung inside her like a clumsy, punch-drunk boxer throwing lazy punches in mysterious body of water, but she keened in edgy joy with each plunge. The ramification of the sofa squeaked with their movements.

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

Bobby bit playfully into her knocker, eliciting another felicitous, wheezy beef. His saliva slickened her skin 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 torso shook and Bobby felt the heated flush environs his hand. Her ass was on the border of the couch and when her cum oozed out it dripped down her second joint and onto the carpet.

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

His fist looked like a drown foetus. He opened and closed his hand several prison term and flexed his fingers. He rubbed the muck into summer's leg. He looked up at her face and she wore a broad smile.

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

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

"This big fellow has been affected role,"she said, squeezing his cock."It's time to pick out care of him."

She pushed him back on the couch and birl herself around to face him. She took off his shoes and pulled his pants the remainder of the way off, folded them and put them aside. She spread his leg apart and knelt on the trading floor between them.

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

"What ?"Bobby asked.

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

She had one hand on his clod and the other on his ass. Then with a little maneuvering of lips and mouth she soon had all eight inches of his dying cock embedded into her head. She was out of practice, she knew, and he was kind of vauntingly, but she wanted to do her substantially to seduce it good for him, the way he had for her. She hoped she wouldn't gag.

No vexation. Bobby came in about thirty irregular. He'd been holding it back the whole time he was tit-sucking and fist-fucking. With a smother roar his cum roiled and exploded up through him like a busted piping. Summer pinched his ass cheeks as if to bosom out every drop. She kept her mouth mashed around his vibrating cock until the simmering destruction of his throes. Cum escaped from the street corner of her lip when she smiled up at him.

-- --

They had their weapon around each former on the lounge, and shared intermittent kisses, their consistence naked and spent, temporarily at to the lowest degree. They didn't talk ; they basked in the wake of their sex, recovering. Bobby was happy that Summer wasn't a woman who talked too much, he wasn't in the mood for yakking. He was biding clock time, still frisky. He wanted to love her.

After a while he initiated another candy kiss and while their clapper flirted he eased her onto her back on the couch. He spread her legs and got on his knee joint between them. He grabbed her hips and yanked her trunk to him, and she yelped as he scooted her ass up onto his chest. Her legs were now over his shoulder joint, her private parts in his face. He supported the cheek of her ass with his thenar and pulled her gem to his sassing. He kissed her thighs and licked the rim of her puss, which was open to him. She seemed shy at first, but reached uphill for him, and her fingertips found the hair on his wobbling nous.

His tongue painted the gentle, wet Earth's surface of her lip for several minutes before he plunged his tongue into her puss. 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 midriff into his face. He felt the cushioned firmness of her legerdemain bean in his oral cavity and took it bass, wanting to suck another orgasm out of her before he mounted her, entered her and gave her a good throbbing and another shot of his liquid love. She squeaked when he slipped his middle digit into her asshole. With the enhanced handgrip he was able to run her ass around and even closer, and her twat was flush slap against his face. With each suck and each pulverisation of her groin her ready member filled to a greater extent of his mouth and his fingerbreadth filled to a greater extent of her asshole.

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

For a short time longer they rocked together, Bobby swallowing saliva in between sucking on her shaft, and Summer's secretions oozing, her pussy now an overflowing swamp getting fix for the flash photoflood. Then the dam broke.

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

Bobby didn't wait for her to finish. His peter was like a bad cop's nightstick : long, hard and ready to give up ass. Summer was still tremoring when he slipped his pecker into her soaked slot and started pumping. His finger's breadth was still lodged in her ass.

"Yes, fuck me !"she blurted.

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

Attached by their locked lip, his crank in her shaft and his finger's breadth up her ass, they started rocking the theater. Bobby pounded her like he was trying to knock her into the basement and as he did she grunted with each push and pinched her digit into his neck. He wondered if the lounge wouldn't have to have the bolt on its legs tightened after this. Summer's legs were soon clutched around his, constricting, and her cunt was sucking his pulsating cock as it drilled her. minute of arc after sweaty instant she offered every solid inch of her cunt to him as he fucked her.

They both grunted with each twinge of their genitals and fucked like they both needed it. Bobby became distracted for a moment and Summer must consume noticed because she squinched him tighter and rammed her cunt into him even harder. His head 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 yr's Eve. summertime could feel it too, and she figured since she'd already dumped her cum on the cushion and the carpet, what the hell, she was going for triples.

She felt him tense up so she knew he was ready to blow. She made one final examination superpower sucking of his tongue into her pharynx and squeezed his buttocks as hard as she could. She grinded her asshole hard and deep onto his finger. Bobby answered by wiggling it and trying to pry a bit fingerbreadth in.

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

"Yes,"he said.

"Give it to me !"

Within seconds he did. With a raucous groan his cum rose. It did a dense burn as it spurted up and out. He pushed his cock into her as rich as he could and did the Saami with his finger up her ass. She was stroking her clit and swinging her groin hoping to do with him.

She didn't young lady by practically. Bobby was on his fourth or fifth squirt, easing down, his body like viscous jelly atop her, when Summer came again. Her eubstance quivered beneath his weight.

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

-- --

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

They got into the act of hooking up every other Thursday evening ; these were the days Bobby was in the area with his body of work. He'd go to summer's business firm after work around five-thirty, they'd have a crapulence or two, some dinner and then start making out and go to the bedchamber and fuck. And they'd fuck and suck as many dissimilar ways as they could until around ten o'clock. Then they'd kiss dependable night and Bobby would drive home, and they would both wake up in their own seam and be ready for work in the morning.

This went on for several months. Every two weeks they'd have dinner, drinks and each early. No dates, no dinners out, no going to the flick. Just eat, drink and go to bed. Bobby could see that summertime was trying to hold open it free-and-easy and not get too attached. He was just a criminal maintenance fuck for her, he knew that. But he was okay with it because he knew from the start that there was probably no naturalistic time to come for them anyway, and the sex was swell. Plus he was keeping in touch with Bree, at to the lowest degree trying to.

Then one Th dark, right after a rackety sixty-nine where they both came simultaneously into one another's face, Summer surprised him with a question.

"Are you busy Saturday ?"she asked.

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

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

"A party ? What party ?"

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

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

"Oh, I don't know, it's all the masses 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 sleazy doctors hitting on you, huh ?"

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

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

"Good. It's an indoor cookout."

"A what ?"

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

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

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

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

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

"Sure."

"But I don't want you to show me too often warmheartedness in front line of my co-workers."

"Okay."

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

-- --

They got to the company at a few bit 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 Pres Young medico and their significant others he supposed. They got a beer and wine and summertime made introductions.

summertime was right on about the body of work talk. After a while the doctors and technical school, maybe seven or eight altogether had congregated on one side with Richard holding lawcourt, and the quietus of the guests were scattered in belittled grouping. Bobby diligently stood by, not saying lots once the expert talk started, and fetched drinks, which were going down promiscuous for both of them.

As Bobby listened he became more and more impressed with summertime as he heard her speak. Her cognition was incredible. It was impossible to recount who was the tech and who was the Doctor. She held her own with the bigheaded Doctor of the Church and didn't hesitate to book her basis and disagree with them on a few occasion. And whenever they turned to Richard to adjudicate it, Summer was always right, her obvious knowledge on full display.

dinner party was an assortment of burgers and dog-iron and chicken and a mixed bag of salads. And to a greater extent beer, wine and shop talk of the town of course. Bobby ended up having a pretty good fourth dimension : spare food, devoid beer and he was very proud of summer. And he told her so on the effort back to her house.

"hoot, summertime, that was impressive. You really know your bullshit !"

"What ?"she asked.

"I was proud of you back there. You know a lot More than those highfalutin doctors. Over and over you were right and they didn't know what the hell they were talking about. I could tell Richard was instill too."

"Really ?"

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

"Yeah, right."

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

"God, that could guide years."

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

"What's that ?"

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

She removed his hand from her genitalia."down feather Boy, hold till we get menage. hold open your eyes on the road."

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

-- --

That night they had the wildest sex ever. Bobby was on a axial rotation. He was aggressive and talked dirty and they fucked the bastard out of each early. He peppered his monologues with ‘ Doctor this'and ‘ Doctor that'in between his kisses and biff and sucks and ass. He told summertime he never knew a doctor could be such a good fuck and how he never knew physician pussy could sample so estimable. He rimmed her butthole and told her how much he liked her doctor ass. And Dr. give good head word too, he said.

In between her suspiration and groan of pleasure Summer told him numerous metre to criticise off the doc talk.

"Sure, Doc,"he said.

Bobby ended up spending the night and waking up with summertime for the starting time and only time. In the morning he woke up with a long, hard erection.

"commodity morning, Dr.,"he said. summer's face curled into mock aggravator."I need a doc's care."

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

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

"fountainhead, maybe we should assume you to the emergency brake elbow room,"she said playfully.

"No, I think it needs immediate attending !"

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

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

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

-- --

After a break of day romp in the hay they showered and were having coffee in the kitchen when Summer's phone rang. Bobby sipped his coffee and listened to one face of the conversation.

"Hi Mom…..okay, how are you ? ... .oh, it was okay. Same as it is every year…..Oh, really ? ... .Well, what happened to that odd-job man who repaired the siding ? ... we'll find you somebody….I don't privation 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 amercement. Worrying about getting her trough cleaned on her home. I don't want her up on ladders. She was in a relationship with a nice man for old age and he used to take attention of that kind of clobber, but he died about a year ago. And the guy she had hired for some work before wasn't too reliable."

"Is it a big house ?"

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

"Department of Energy she have an extension run ?"

"I think she does. Why ?"

"If she can get the ladder I'll unobjectionable her sewer for her."

"You will ?"

"Sure. Can she wait until next weekend ?"

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

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

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

-- --

Bobby wasn't looking forward to getting up early on a Saturday to go neat nasty, smelly rain down gutters. He had surprised himself by volunteering. But he would do it, a nice gesture for a nice womanhood, the mother of his older buff and New favorite ‘ doctor ’.

He woke up early Saturday and dressed in his worst clothes : Ratty blue jean, sweatshirt, Patrick White wind cone and an old pair of snitcher, cook for dingy body of work. He wanted to get an too soon offset because the forecast called for rainfall by the afternoon. On the way he stopped by a memory and bought some heavy scum bags and rubber gloves.

He pulled into Ella's driveway at quarter-till-nine. He looked at the sign and it was swelled than he'd hoped for. Tall trees surrounded it and needed to be cut back so there was no uncertainty in his mind the trough would be nasty. 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 step toward his car, her late-fifties body looking thin and shipshape and practically untested in broken-in Levi's and a loose Caucasian blouse. Her blonde-gray tomentum was in a braided 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 lunch. Then Ella showed him the garage where a big extension service ladder was leaning against the wall.

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

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

He lugged the run outside. He started with the higher gutters naturally. He set up the ladder, put on his baseball mitt and grabbed a paw trowel and a glass bag and climbed up. The gutter were filled with rancid stinky putrid leaves and snails and slime and motherfucker. He grabbed the shit, raked the whoreson, and scooped the shit into bags. He went up and down the run numerous times. He moved the ladder around, dragged the grip up and down and pulled the lengthy garden hose up top to efflorescence water through the gutters to clean them out. He went around the whole menage cleaning out the sewer and filling bags with ill-smelling gunk.

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

He'd been stunk up with patch of crappy roof gutter funk all morning long, all over his apparel, his expression, 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 ice bags of gook by the side of the service department under the eave. By then he looked like a dirty drenched river rat. He went into the garage and knocked on the kitchen door.

"ejaculate on in,"Ella called.

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

"Oh my goodness !"she said,"You short thing. Wait one moment, I'll be veracious back."She returned in thirty seconds and handed him a towel and a robe."Get undressed and put this on. Then I'll discombobulate your apparel in the washer.

He happily did as he was told. He stripped down to nothing, toweled off and wrapped the gown around his dead body. He carried his impregnate clothes into the kitchen. Ella was in the conterminous washables room getting the washing machine ready.

"Do you reckon I could get a cascade ?"he asked.

"Of form, dearest,"she said, and showed him to the lavatory."And I'll fix us some lunch."

Bobby ran the body of water hot and scrubbed himself top to fathom with tusk soap. He shampooed his hair until it squeaked. He didn't have a comb so his pilus stayed a wet, tangled hatful. 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-conscious about how only a thin layer of terry textile was all that covered his au naturel torso and freshly-washed penis.

Ella was putting the final sense of touch on luncheon : Anguilla sucklandii salad on toast, soup, poker chip and lemonade.

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

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

Bobby was ravenous so he ate and tope with gusto. Ella soon refilled his chicken feed with lemonade and his bowl with soup. They talked as they ate and the violent storm raged outside. Ella asked about Bree, was Bobby in mite ? He said they were for a while but not lately ; he liked her a lot but long length relationships really don't workplace. He recapped how they had met that Friday night at the Vous and had all hit it off right away.

They cleared the board and put the dishes in the dish washer. They stood at the sinkhole and stared out the window and look on current of rainwater flow across the deoxyephedrine pane. The violent storm had increased in intensity with unvoiced rain, stiff wind and thunder.

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

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

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

"A Bloody Mary ?"

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

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

"Yes. Would you like one ?"

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

"Close enough,"she said.

Ella opened the refrigerator and took out an unopened 46-ounce bottle of Spicy V-8 juice and a jar of 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 juice bottle until it was filled. Then she added saltiness and capsicum and hot sauce. She tightened the cap and shook the 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 concoction into the glasses.

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

Ella touched Bobby's manus as she said that and he was surprised by the electric bearing it gave him. Maybe it was the element of surprisal, maybe it was the occasional lightning remote, but he felt it and goosebumps grew on the frame of his arm. He again became more self-conscious of his nakedness underneath the robe. So did his dick.

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

First, they talked about Ella's home. Bobby told her how squeamish it was, and commented about how big her Tree were in the 1000 and how they were almost touching the ceiling and should be trimmed back before too long. He also mentioned that the wood privacy fencing enclosing the punt yard had a phone number of stock split or missing slats, but that would be an slowly fix and he'd be glad to take up care of it for her.

Ella opened up about her ally, the man Summer had mentioned to him. His gens was Al and they were conclusion companions for years. He used to take maintenance of all the outside chores but he died the twelvemonth before of a heart attack. She felt lost sometimes ; stuck in inert when it came to the grounds.

After about half an hr of chin wag Ella touched his hand again, sending another ice up his forearm and down to his groin.

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

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

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

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

"Thank God for the little things."She handed the matches to him and added,"Here, light the candles in the living room. I'll be mighty back. I'm going to rive your clothes out of the drier and put them on hangers to dry. I don't know how long the might will be out."

Bobby took a healthy gulp of his drink and then topped off his glass. He lighted the candles in the living way. The afternoon was wickedness and stormy exterior and the flickering flames gave the room a tea cozy, more intimate feel.

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

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

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

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

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

"I could say that it was pretty creative the way you happened to settle 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 balmy, wavering Light and both had subtle, amused smile on their faces. Bobby realized that in the last thirty or forty second gear their fundamental interaction had suddenly made a behemoth leap and crossed some sort of line. He didn't know what line it was but he could find it, a new tier of intimacy had been reached. He looked her over again and liked what he saw. Her white top did not come along to be as lax as it was before. Her blue jean held snuggery to her slight legs and showed habiliment on her knees, butt and privates. She had gotten rid of her shoes. He was seated column inch away from her and was wearing her robe and nothing else. He felt a bustle down below. He thought of Bree and her scissor-fucking and her limber legs practically wrapped around her own head, and drilling her juicy, spread out goofball. Then of summer, fisting her, and their bi-weekly maintenance roll in the hay. But here he was now, practically naked and seated next to Ella, and he couldn't believe the thoughts he was having. He was imagining all the things he wanted to do with her.

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

"You're welcome. And it's not so bad interior, with a nice luncheon, near drinking and good company. And I'll come next Saturday and mend your fence. That will be an sluttish job. There're only a smattering of slat that need to be replaced ; the others just call for some fresh nails."

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

"The materials will be tacky and it's an slow job. But I don't want any money. I'll deal it out in trade."

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

"Uh, another free dejeuner. More Bloody Marys. More lively conversation."

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

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

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

"Are you trying to get me drink in ?"she asked.

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

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

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

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

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

"No, tell me,"he replied.

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

She pulled his arm finisher to her as she moved closer to him. She leaned her face to his and kissed him on the rim. Any angst she'd had about it was erased immediately. Bobby's lips parted and his clapper instantly searched for hers. Her other bridge player was soon on his hip and his weapon system were halfway around her binding. Their spit did soft spin and twirls, each exploring a stigma new mouth, and their showtime kiss lingered on. Her fingerbreadth dug into his skin through the fragile cloth of her robe and his hands explored her lower rachis. 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 let kissed you,"Bobby said."I just hadn't yet figured out how."

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

"Almost twenty-six."

"Almost twenty-six, huh ? Well, I'm almost fifty-eight. If I was twenty or 30 years younger…"

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

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

"It means we should kiss whomever we want ; fifty-eight, twenty-eight, twenty-six, whatever."He pulled her a little closer and put his handwriting on her nerve."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 brim spread apart in unison and their oral fissure were candid for commercial enterprise. He pulled her tightly against him with one bridge player in the humble of her back and the other on her ass. Bobby's hammer was hard and Ella felt it pressing against her. It had been quite a while for her and her judgement was a whirlwind of disarray wondering what the the pits she was doing and imagining what it would finger like inside her. She found herself pushing her torso against it, absorbing its readiness. Her pussy was suddenly nervous and wet. ‘ God what are we doing ?'she thought.

Without missing a beat and with their lips still locked and their tongues doing a sexy dance, Ella's finger found the string on her robe and she pulled on it. The robe loosened, then opened, and she found his engorged dick with her bridge player. She gripped her finger around its cinch and stroked him and they kissed even harder.

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

He unhooked her lacy bra and admired her upper eubstance : it was thin and her skin was taut but for a yoke OK crease on her savorless abdomen. Her shoulders and arms were toned, not too skinny, and her breasts were small-to-medium size with minimal sag. There was a blue tattoo of a peace of mind sign just above her right breast. Summer had been right : her mom was a hippie holdover. A very sexy hippie holdover.

With his arms around her he pushed her onto the bed. They kissed passionately for various minutes as their hands roamed over fresh flesh. But soon Bobby's rim had moved to early situation. He kissed her cervix and licked her capitulum and sucked the peace signaling 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 darling between the two, he started working on her jeans. She helped him as best she could and soon she had squirmed out of them well-nigh of the way. With her jeans and panties now at her mortise joint, Bobby moved down to the foot of the bed and pulled them off the rest of the way. He spread her leg and knelt between them. He took his first look at her slit. It was haired, but neatly trimmed, and wet.

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

"I want to please you,"he said.

"You already have."

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

"Oh my God,"she stammered.

He licked her back talk and lipped her clit and she squirmed as if her nerve ending were on overload. He gripped the cheeks of her ass tightly to stabilize her crotch as he drilled his rima oris into it. It helped a footling but still her pussy was a moving target.

"Are you okay ?"he asked.

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

"You want me to end ?"

"God, no !"

Bobby went back to workplace. He held her ass house and plastered his mouth to her cocked penis. He sucked away and squeezed her ass. Slowly he felt her relax and her movements fell in rhythm method of birth control with his. For respective arcminute they worked together like this, her crotch pushed against his face, him sucking her clitoris, his lingua tasting her savour and his nostrils breathing in her musky scent.

His dick was now a brick. His lips were turning to jelly and his jaws ached. He was cook to fuck. He gave her one last major clitoris chomp, eliciting a screeching from Ella, before he moved up so her saturated pussy brim were kissing the point of his cock. Atop her, he stared into her liquid state eyes.

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

"Believe it."

"You're very handsome. But I'm XXX long time older…"

"I still think you're hot."

"shag my brains out,"she whispered.

Bobby slipped his dick into her drenched in sink and felt her quick wet walls around it, welcoming him in. He started slowly, in and out, familiarizing himself with her cunt and her muscles. He'd push button his entire distance into her and then out, in and out, over and over, as they got their timing down. Gradually he picked up the stride and Ella went with him, they'd go a lilliputian faster and obligate it for a patch, getting in sync and in tune like a classical twosome. 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 inches apart as they fucked, their wide, rapt eyes locked-in. They both grunted with every push until Bobby kissed her and started stabbing her mouth with his tongue. His hands were on her hind end cheeks and his fingerbreadth inched toward her asshole. He wanted to make love all three of her yap at once.

"Hippie-fucking is good ’, Bobby thought to himself, as they pounded away. detached making love and peacefulness and all that bastard. He closed his eyes and slammed her as hard and fast as he could. Ella screamed and climaxed in a series of ferocious chemise shimmy shakes beneath him as he banged her. He felt her hot juice surround his turncock and ooze out onto his glob. His orgasm was not far behind.

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

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

"Whew is rightfield,"Ella said. She turned on her face and nest up.

They held each other in silence for many transactions. They listened to their breather and felt the gentle heaves of their bureau. The violent storm outside had let up some and was now just a steady rain tickling the windowpane.

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

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

Bobby was sitting up in bed when she returned a few minutes later with her hands full. She carried two glasses and a pocket-sized jar.

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

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

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

"cocoanut oil,"she said coyly.

"Oh."

"You know what that's for ?"

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

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

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

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

For several hour 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 paries of her pussy. She started fucking even before he did.

In a quick mo they were in a piece of ass race chasing after their next orgasms. They pumped in hard, prospicient virgule, the nous of Bobby's prick aiming for the end of Ella's tunnel. They fucked in influence silence, no moans or groans or dirty talk, just the narrow escape of the bed and the twitching of the ceiling fan overhead.

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

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

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

"Are you sure ?"

"Positive."She lifted up and shoved a pillow under her butt joint. She spread her buttock with her fingerbreadth and her arse was out-of-doors for him."Fuck me in the ass."

Bobby put the pass of his pecker right up to her spread trap and pushed. Ella took a deep breathing spell and let out a hoarse suspiration when he entered her. He pushed his cock into her.

"Ooh, that feels big,"she said.

"You okay ?"he asked.

"Yes, you ?"

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

"good. Now eff me."She put her finger's breadth on her inert clitoris and felt herself.

Bobby pushed again, easing it in. It was a tight but smooth glide and he was surprised at how easily it slid in, how sublime the pressure sensation felt around his dick, and how quickly he was vigorously driving his tool into the deepness of her ass.

Ella was into it. She was slapping her clitoris like a sea bass string and pushing her ass into him, matching him thump for thump. Bobby was digging it too, in more than direction than one. He drilled her with a rage, willing his semen up for another drive out into the wild blue yonder. He knew he wouldn't last long at the rate he was going so after a couple minute of arc he slowed his pace.

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

So he did and within five or six more accident his river was rising. With a loud groan and a volcanic eighth note his cum surged through his tool and spurted multiple clock time into the deepest scope of Ella's rectum. Even after he'd guesswork his last dip he kept his pecker embedded in her ass as she frantically worked her pecker in an endeavour to inveigle her unleashing.

After a bit Bobby pulled his cock out of her asshole with a wet, sucking thwap and scooted down the bed. He put his look in her privates and his mouth on her high-flown dick. Ella ceded it immediately and put her hands on the rachis of his top dog. She shoved her clit deep into his mouth with all her might care she was grinding teeth. Bobby sucked on her clit the same way she had sucked his prick : forcefully. He felt the imperativeness of her athletic groin on his face and inhaled the noisome tasting and scent of her sex. He could palpate his own cum on his Kuki-Chin as it seeped out of her asshole.

It didn't take much longer. Ella started shaking like a train that had jumped the racetrack. She groaned and shook and screamed ‘ Oh Fuck !'as she climaxed. Bobby's brim 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 fourth dimension they dragged their screwing out of bed. Bobby took a shower and his apparel were uninfected, dry and neatly folded on the toilet hind end when he got out. He found Ella in the kitchen.

"Thank you, Bobby. And not just for doing the oeuvre 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 intimate dynamo."

"Oh, please,"she said.

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

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

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

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

"Okay, I promise. I'll have to cogitate of something else,"he said with a smiling. He kissed her and took one final taste of her and their glossa said a irksome goodbye.

-- --

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

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

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

"There's been a little modification of plan,"Ella said."I won't be able to stimulate you for lunch."

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

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

"No job, I understand."

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

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

"You did,"she said.

She took a tone closer. She reached between his stage and took his putz in her script. She kissed him, and her tongue did a momentary slither in his mouth.

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

She pulled him a twosome steps to the sofa. She sat and pulled down his drawers. His cock was already at full moon aid. She kissed it and licked his clod. She took it into her mouth.

The wholly shebang was over in lupus erythematosus than thirty minute of arc. She sucked him to culmination and a hebdomad's worth of his stored-up cum erupted into her mouth. Then her robe opened and Bobby twirled her onto the couch and buried his face into her twat for a few minutes until she came. Then he mounted her and started fucking her. He'd been going at it for a couple transactions 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 keister was slick, the residuum of lubing herself. He oiled his cock and fucked her ass until he came. He withdrew his cock from her ass and inserted in into her drippy pussy and rammed her doggy-style for a couplet more minute of arc 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 rationalise me. I need to lavish and get ready."She kissed him, picked up her robe and left the way. As she walked away Bobby could she speckles of his 26-year-old cum on her 58-year-old flower child butt.

-- --

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

"Hi, Bobby,"she said.

"Hi, Doc,"he said.

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

"Huh ? What do you mean ?"

"Because I hear you are quite a handyman. The sewer, the fence, and Mom said you got her back entrance working again. I didn't even know it was stuck."

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

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

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

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

-- --

Things started to get weird after that. The future Thursday would possess been Bobby's night to see Summer but he couldn't get cargo hold of her. When he finally did pass on her a few mean solar day later she was noncommittal and sort 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 aid of, in the yard, on the roof, or in the bedroom. She laughed but said although it was tempting she didn't think it was a near idea. Too fill up for puff with summer and everything. Evidently Ella didn't know—or didn't want to know -- Bobby had been Summer's steady bedmate and Summer didn't want him screwing her female parent.

Bobby thought about the finally few months with amazement. He had had a wild weekend with a Whitney Young hot terpsichorean named Bree. Then he'd had a number of incredible nights with her hot Mom, Doctor of the Church summer. And finally a brace wild gambol of hipster sex with Ella. Sexually it had been the most fruitful full point of his biography. And now suddenly, as if flipping a switch, the rainy season was over and he was back in the desert.

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

-- --

Bobby went to puzzle out every day with his nose to the grindstone, trying to block about his sexcapades. Although he would replay the experiences in his mind, it wasn't that hard to put most of it behind him and just chalk it up to ships passing in the night. He knew there was no real future with Summer ; 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 home by the storm and ended up au naturel wearing her robe. And she needed to get laid and he was there. But it was different with Bree. He thought of her often.

It was about four months later when out of the blue on a Thursday eve Bobby received a song from summertime. When he saw her public figure displayed on his telephone he froze for a irregular. He debated whether to let it go to voicemail but he couldn't.

"how-do-you-do, summer ?"he said tentatively.

"Yes, Bobby. How are you ?"

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

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

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

"Oh, she's fine,"summer said with a chortle."She's doing well. She is here in town. She's an artist-in-residence for her old dance teacher. They're putting on a song and dancing revue for 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 weeks while she worked on the production. She'll be going back soon. She has asked about you, and I think she wanted to call you, but she has been so busy, she's been putting in XVI time of day solar day. And I think she may have felt shady calling since she had not done a good job of keeping in signature. Anyway, I wanted to call you in case you would require to know."

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

"The final performance are this weekend : Tomorrow night, Sabbatum Nox and a Dominicus matinee."She went on to tell him the theater and show times.

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

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

-- --

Bobby was walking on air for two Clarence Shepard Day Jr.. On Saturday evening he got to the theater plenty early. He'd made surely he dressed and looked and smelled effective. He picked up his just the ticket and there was a abbreviated note of hand paper-clipped to it. It read : ‘ Hi Bobby, So glad you could hail ! Meet me at the foundation of the degree right after the show. Bree ’.

It was a swell buttocks. Center division, third row, gangway prat. He looked around the small theater. It seated three or four hundred and had mellow ceiling, chandelier and a small balcony. There was a banding tuning up on one side of the storey. He read through the playbill and saw Bree's name in a few dissimilar place : artist-in-residence, stage dancing, and in various dissimilar numbers. The appearance was an olio of song and terpsichore numbers from Broadway musicals.

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

After the show the lights went up and the audience streamed toward the rear exits but Bobby had a curt walk to the stage. Bree was there in instant, in costume and caked with make-up.

"Hi, Bobby !"she squealed, and leapt into his blazon. She gave him a big hug and Bobby put his arms 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 bully ! What a wonderful show, and I didn't know you could whistle like that !"

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

"It shows !"

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

"Absolutely !"

"Great. meet me around back at the phase ingress. have me about fifteen min, okay ? I need to switch and get cleaned up. See ya."She kissed him on the cheek and disappeared backstage.

-- --

Bobby had pulled his car around back and was leaning against the driver's door when Bree emerged from the back of the theatre of operations. She was a beautiful sight for his sore oculus. She wore the same blind drunk jean and red sweater she'd worn on the night they'd met. The battercake had been washed from her face and she looked delectable. She strutted toward him with a gym bag in her hand. Bobby opened the passenger door for her and she got in.

They went to a small locality bar a few blocks from the theater and sat in a stall facing one another. They ordered a mound of beer. Bobby suggested intellectual nourishment but Bree said she was too wound up to eat.

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

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

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

"My old dance teacher is on the staff at the university, in the Theater Arts and Dance department. She was always an inspiration and a mentor and she always encouraged me. We've kept in tinge over the years. Anyway a few calendar month ago she asked if I could help her put the display together, perform and omnibus and mentor the cast. She had some special money in the budget. I said yes and here I am."

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

"Thank you,"she said."We were pretty well-chosen with the result."She reached over and touched Bobby's mitt."It's so honorable to see you. I'm gladiola Mom called you. I wanted to but I kept putting it off. I was afraid."

"Afraid of what ?"

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

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

"I'll be right back,"Bree said, and she rose to go to the 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 take place kind of naturally. I'm sorry, but ..."

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

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

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

"Oh yeah, what's that ?"

"Gigolo."

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

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

Bobby smiled sheepishly and stared at his beer.

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

"Who, me ? How so ?"

"Not long before the night we all met my mom had just kind of dumped a nerdy guy she'd been seeing. We liked meeting you guys and she was attracted to you and she has her needs so it made sense for you two to hook up even it was only temporary. But you really made her find good about herself. She told me about you going to the party with her and how you praised her for her knowledge and called her ‘ doctor'and encouraged her to back to school. 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 life-threatening about each other. He's an ophthalmologist who came to work on in her clinic for three hebdomad while her honcho was on holiday. His name is Gerry. He was just as impressed with her expertise as you were. And now she's taking classes, and making plans to fall in his drill as an optometrist.

"And my gran was in kind of a rut when you went over to her house and fell in the mud. She had lost a dearest acquaintance, a man she'd been very close to, the year before. And she was stuck in a major funk and couldn't get out. There was this man named Moe, another old hippie who owns five or six wellness food stores, and he had been asking her out for months but she'd been turning him down. But whatever clicked between you and her that day did the trick. You made her finger aphrodisiacal and suitable again and she got up the braveness to anticipate Moe and see if his invitation was still salutary. It was and now they're talking about moving in together."

"Wow, that's groovy. I'm very happy for her. And summertime too."

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

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

Bobby squeezed her hand."What is it ?"

"Thank you for listening. It feels effective to talk about it. A few week ago I found out my roommate is giving up the apartment when the lease is up. I have to decide whether to try to keep open it, feel a new roomy in a city full phase of the moon of hothead, or try to come up another place, which is no easily task. All while working and trying to hustle for gigs.

"Or, I have another opportunity which has come up. My old instructor has offered me a staff berth here at the university working in her department. I would aid on all the productions, recitals, auditions, as well as any former chore they have for me. But I would turn on choreography and be involved in the creative process, which I love, and mentor the scholar if they needed individual help. The job wouldn't pay a unit lot, but would be liveable, and one of the perks is I could take three course credits for destitute every semester and in the summertime Roger Huntington Sessions to work toward a grade. But I'd have to find a position to live, get a car, and extirpate my life from what it's been the last few years.

"So, do I preserve slogging away in New House of York, scuffling for work, and give up on a dream ? Or do I be active back, take a job I know I'd enjoy and be ripe at, but play it rubber ?"

"You could look at it as a slap-up opportunity, a new chapter in your life. The free social class are a great fillip. And if you would necessitate to make spare money, I know I could book us a few gigs a week as a duo ; with your feel and your vocalisation we'd be prosperous. But the main point is this : You've gained incredible experience the last few years. And that experience could actually have a priceless effect on the bookman you come in liaison with. It could be very rewarding for you and for them."

"You really think so ?"

"Of line !"

"That's what my teacher said."

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

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

"Are you busy tomorrow Nox ?"Bree asked.

"I just cleared my slate,"Bobby said.

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

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

"No, not at all. Please come, I don't want to be a fifth part cycle. The women all agree it is a good musical theme. And the men both said they'd love to run into you. And don't vexation, neither one of them knows that you got there first."

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

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

"Flounder Fred's !"

"That's in good order. And after dinner and the old folks leave, we can have a picayune time to ourselves."

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

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dinner was set for seven-thirty. After a abbreviated stop at the Holiday Inn down the block, Bobby arrived betimes and waited in the antechamber. At about five minutes till seven the older folks arrived. summertime looked fine as ever in a red attire and with longer hair, now several in down her rear. Ella was slim and vibrant in a tight pitch-dark top and baggy flowery pants. He was pleasantly surprise when Summer and Ella both hugged him without hesitation, thus breaking any ice.

creation had just been made when a taxicab pulled up to the front end entrance and Bree appeared. They were seated promptly and dinner went well. Summer and Ella gave him a obliquely glimpse here and there but it was not uncomfortable at all. Conversation was discharge and easy, often focused on Bree's product, and Bobby really enjoyed it. Gerry was a handsome guy, maybe a few class older than Summer, and had a pretty practiced sense of humor. And Moe was a very man of work, big and bold, funny as perdition and had a ponytail almost as yearn as Ella's.

After dinner party they all said their goodbyes in the lobby. By this prison term the place had thinned out so they took a individual booth in the bar and ordered cognacs. Drinks they could suck and go the eventide. At first they talked about how well dinner had gone and how much they both liked Gerry and Moe. Then the conversation shifted to Bree's quandary. A determination would sustain to be made soon.

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

"A few day,"she said."There's no rush. I have some 24-hour interval off from the day job and no gigs lined up. I've been concentrating on the work here for the endure 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 former's'eyes, and all four were glistening.

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

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

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

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

Fortunately they were capable to shift one of the reservations to the follow night. Bobby figured he had two Day to convince her that moving back menage was the right thing to do .