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

They were opponent in many path. Bobby was blond, tall and lean-muscled, a ballplayer, a blue runner and a instrumentalist ; Carl was dark-haired, stocky 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 and hike up ; Carl liked to go on cars, go hunt and fishing and stay at the C. H. Best Western. In their college afterlives Bobby was a gross sales rep for an athletic wear manufacturer and played music on the slope ; Carl was a coach for a house that refurbished tube autobus. But they were good acquaintance, shared the same sense of witticism, and made it a peak to get together every few months for a nighttime out.

This fib begins on one of those nights. Carl and Bobby were 26 and 25 age old, and it was a Friday night, the day after Thanksgiving. They decided to meet at one of their old haunt, The Vous, a pub near the university campus where they'd gone to college. It was a place that had a beer and wine licence, but sold no strong liquor. It was known for punk pitcherful, live music 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 opposite counselling so they drove separately and met out front of The Vous. They went inside to the bar, ordered two bottles of beer and a pitcher of Coca Cola, and then found a small table off to the English and took seats. The beers were mostly for display. The pitcher of Coke was for the bottle of rum Carl had stuffed in his jacket.

The place was stagnant for a Friday, which made sense since it was Thanksgiving weekend and about students had gone place for the vacation. Only two other board were occupied in addition to a smattering of regulars at the bar. There was a leash setting up on stagecoach. While Carl surreptitiously stirred rum into the pitcher of snow, Bobby went over to the band to preface himself, as musician are habit to do. He wanted to see if they had any mutual melodic friends.

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

Bobby sat back down at the tabular array with Carl and they commenced to shooting the bull, sipping beer and chasing it with Cuba Libres. They talked about the usual material they talked about when they got together : line of work, sports, women and college. Finally, after about twenty minutes the set kicked it into gear. Immediately Bobby could hear that the set was really tight and thankfully not ear-bleeding loud. That was skilful he thought, especially with the mostly-empty room.

It looked like it was going to be a slowly dark at The Vous. Only a few more people had come into the place after Carl and Bobby. There was a table of four, two pair seated in a John Wilkes Booth on the far side of meat, and two fille at a deuce not far from their own table.

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

The girls were fine looking and were sharing a carafe of wine. One was blond, with shoulder-length frizzly Robert F. Curl, and looked to be in her early twenties. The early was a few eld older but looked just as pleasant-tasting, with the same frizzy hair, only she was brunette. Both were slim and sexy in fast jean, Blondie with a snug red perspirer and the aged gal in a cream-colored blouse. Both looked honorable enough to eat, and somewhat out of space at this dump.

"They must be sisters,"Bobby said.

"Sisters ? Really ?"

"Yeah, look at their eyes. They have the Saami centre. Same mouth too."

Carl tried to take care without staring."wellspring, I don't concern if they're sister, or cousins 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 better look at the chicks.

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

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

"You did ?"

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

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

Carl dumped the rest of the ice into the hurler and poured in another sound dot of rum. The refreshments were going down easy and Bobby was getting into the music, tapping his animal foot and rapping his thumb on the table. The rhythm segment was a meaty, sweetie pulse and now the guitarist had switched to electric violin and was knocking off blues licks with his bow and his fingers.

"This isthmus is dependable,"Bobby said when the melodic line ended.

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

The bartender was delivering the new carafe of wine-colored. They watched as he explained who'd sent the boozing and pointed toward them. The young woman both looked over at them and with coy grinning raised their eyeglasses in thanks. The stripe kicked into a dim blues and the hint guitar moaned.

Over the residual of the set they would glance over at the young woman and occasionally eye liaison would be made. At one point the brunet got up and went to the peeress room. Carl and Bobby had their middle glued to her tightly-wrapped laughingstock 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 drinks and clinked their glasses.

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

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

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

"nose candy,"Bobby said.

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

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

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

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

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

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

Bobby and Carl hustled to the table with their glasses 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 tables together,"she said as she placed the tray on the tabular array."It will be easier to talk that way."So they did. Without asking Bobby poured their concoction into two cup for the girls.

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

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

"We're interesting cleaning lady,"summertime said with a wink.

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

"No, it's my real epithet. 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 Breeze. My mom is a holdover hippy too."

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

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

"You're very perceptive,"Bree said.

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

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

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

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

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

They all laughed. The ice had been thoroughly broken. The guy cable had inadvertently made summertime's Nox, and they could tell that Bree was proud of her hot mom. They all went on to get word about each other. Bobby and Carl told them about their college days and car trip and task and their occasional night out. summer lived alone in a minor house three pulley from the bar, and worked at the VA hospital and taught yoga and aerobic exercise. Bree was 21 and was visiting for the farseeing weekend. She lived in New York City where she had a day job at an art museum while she tried to seduce it as a dancer.

The night turned out to be a blast. They drank all the rum and danced and changed partners several times. Bobby sat in with the banding on a distich tune and slow-danced with Bree and summer. He loved the feel and smell of both, and the touch of their mammilla against his chest of drawers, and was pretty for sure it was no fortuity when their knees found their way gently between his thighs.

The eye contact they made, the smile they shared, and the open conversation they had over several hr made this a especial night. But as is often the case when there are two hombre and two daughter, it can be awkward not knowing the next substantially whole step. It seemed to be clicking on all levels, but as the Nox wound down, Bobby wondered where it would go next.

-- --

After the third set, Bree and summer went to the public toilet 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 proficient for thirty-nine or forty."

"Shit, she looks good for 29 or thirty !"Bobby said.

-- --

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

"So, do you require to guide them plate ?"Bree asked."They seem like nice guys."

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

"Mom, are you fix for this ?"

"I think so."

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

"On and off. Mostly off."

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

"I know."

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Neither do I."

-- --

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

"Do you desire to come back to the home ?"summertime said directly to Carl.

"semen 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 seclusion as they made their way to the household.

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

"We're home base,"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 steps onto the porch and saw her mom fuck up with her keys and unlock the door. Abruptly Bree stopped and turned to Bobby and squeezed his hand.

"Kiss me,"she said.

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

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

Bree and Bobby broke into laughter, ending their kiss.

"It's nice to get the first base 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 sign of the zodiac. Carl and Summer were in the kitchen, still dancing around each other 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 eyes, held his mitt and whispered,"Do you want tea…or me ?"

"I want Bree,"he said.

She pulled him down the hall. She showed him where the bathroom was and then opened the room access opposite word."delay for me in here, I'll be right back."

Bree went back to the kitchen.

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

"Oh, okay, I understand,"Summer said."You sure you don't need something before you go to bed ? Orange juice, an Energy drinking, a Vitamin B stroke ?"

"No, I think we're fine."

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

"Right back at ya,"Bree retorted.

Meanwhile Bobby was looking around the room, which obviously had been Bree's puerility bedroom and little had changed. There were plaques on the wall for gymnastics and dancing, and photos of her in action. One framed photo on the dresser caught his interest and he picked it up to test it more closely. It was an eight by ten photo of Bree on stage, under the lightness, dancing on the bantam tip of her toes with her helping hand senior high school above her head, her aphrodisiac bod dressed in a gabardine frilly tutu, Edward D. White leggings and lean concert dance carpet slipper.

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

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

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

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

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

"Easy for you,"he said. He kissed her and their knife slow-danced for thirty second gear. He felt the burn mark of her bosom and the soundness of her thighs against him. They kissed again, harder.

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

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

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

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

She pulled a chairman out from under a pocket-sized desk and turned it around.

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

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

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

"Are you ready ?"Bree finally asked.

"All ready,"Bobby replied.

"Are you naked ?"she said.

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

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

Music started playing softly and Bobby saw Bree's arm extend out from the closet and set the earpiece on the dresser. It sounded companion but Bobby didn't know diddly about concert dance. Then Bree breezed into the way on her toes…en pointe…with her blazon in a circle high above her head, dancing gracefully to the drawing string, back and forth and around him in the small blank space. She wore ballet slipper and frilly scanty, and nothing else except for the cut atomic number 79 rings pierced through the pap of her chirpy medium-sized breasts.

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

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

She came down on monotonous feet a few inches in straw man of him. She took his turncock in her hand.

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

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

He put his fingers inside her panties and slide them down to the storey. Her slit back talk glistened in the lenient light. He pulled her closer and leaned his nerve into her thin, light muff. He licked her labia, inside and out and around and Bree sighed when he sucked her clit gently between his lips. As she stroked his penis she ground her mound softly into his face.

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

Just like that they were fucking. Sitting naked in a desk chair, this ok young womanhood was sliding up and down on his swollen pole. He assisted her with his mitt on her hips, lifting, lowering, and craning his shaft into her. She felt light and refined, floating above him, but with her juicy snap attached to him, gripping him and sucking him.

The intemperate president had no give, each of Bree's downward thrusts ended with a sudden splat. Soon Bobby's sweaty ass was sliding around on the wooden seat. He put the fingers of one mitt in the cracking of Bree's ass and the other arm around her upper spinal column and stood up. With his jeans around his ankles and his dick stuck like a fulcrum into her hungry twat he waddled over to put his knees on the edge of the bed. He wriggled their bodies up onto the bed, and with Swan Lake playing softly in the background, Bobby started fucking her like a man on a missionary work. Bree dug her finger's breadth into Bobby's back and rammed her groin into his.

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

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

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

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

"Holy darn !"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 overseas telegram, thus winching her pussycat into a clinch fist.

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

Bree started rocking back into their rhythm method of birth control and he went with it."Finish piece of ass me,"she whispered.

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

They fucked hard, they sighed and moaned along with the box outflow, and Bobby's hawkshaw moved very little inside Bree's aphrodisiacal slot. Little by little, with each serpentine cam stroke of their connect seawall, he felt his cum begin to boil. He instinctively knew that if his spermatozoon could ever stool it up through the force wrapped around his dick it was sure to be a whopper.

A here and now later Bree came to his deliverance. As she sung out with a high trill her twat unsnatched from around his stuffed meat and she came, unleashing a wet moving ridge of cum. Their first time together and their sexual climax were almost simultaneous : Bobby continued fucking her and after only three or four more shot into her wet, candid slash, his semen rose through him like it was rushing to put out a fire. He was still coming when he pulled his dried meat out of her and collapsed on the mattress beside her. He looked at Bree's fount and she was grinning ear-to-ear. He smiled too.

"Amazing !"Bobby said, shaking his school principal. He put his oral fissure to hers and they held each early and kissed softly for a foresightful time.

-- --

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

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

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

There was silence for a moment as they held one another.

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

Another silence.

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

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

30 seconds more of silence.

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

"How do you know I don't ?

"I don't know. Do you ?"

"No. There's not time and I meet so many arsehole with massive egotism it's not Charles Frederick Worth the problem. There are a one-half dozen offstage 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 receive soul normal for a change."

"Ah…"

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

"No."

"Good."

More silence.

Bobby started kissing her neck opening and shoulders. Then her breasts. Bree moaned when he sucked her hooped nipples into his rima oris. Her fingers were in his hair, assisting.

"You have a beautiful eubstance,"he said in between pap sucks.

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

He worked his way down, and he shifted his eubstance around gradually as he moved his mouth over her warm damp build, to her flatten breadbasket, teasing around her already-fucked pussy, to her inner thighs, kissing her knee, calfskin, shins, ankle. He took his prison term kissing the soles of her ft. Then he licked her right big toe, and sucked it deep into his mouth.

"What are you doing ?"Bree asked.

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

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

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

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

Bree chuckled softly."Well, this is a first off. But you're a effective professional dancer I must say."

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

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

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

Despite their awkward positions Bobby did his upright to fuck Bree's case as she blew him and he kept trying to suck the paint off of her toenails. By the time he finished sucking all of her toes she had not yet had another orgasm but his dick felt like a balloon about to explode. He reconfigured their trunk a second time, stretching and straightening into a more comfortable sixty-nine office. With her sassing now a warm, cubby mitt around his pontifical boner he split her voluptuous back talk with is tongue and tasted her tangy twat and sucked her rubicund clitoris into his mouth.

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

Bobby knew his cum would soon be on the wage hike so he gave Bree's clit one more John Roy Major power suck, eliciting another shrill, stifled shout from her cock-filled backtalk. Then he went to work with his clapper, licking and slashing like a viper in heat on her spread mouth and her upright piano organ.

Bree's cunt exploded in his fount. Bobby was shocked by the forcefulness of it, but was it for him, because of him ? Or was it a pent-up tank, finally being emptied ? He didn't have often time to remember about it because his mouth and anterior naris were now flooded and her organic structure writhed as he held her. A second later his trunk shook and he came in her mouth, and her lip stayed on him, spate after rush, until he was done.

-- --

After several bit basking in the ember of their estrus they took turns in the john to execute their bedtime ablutions. Bree went first and when she returned she handed her toothbrush to Bobby. He brushed his teeth and washed up and then searched the music console. He found a thermionic tube of skin lotion and gently rubbed some into each position of his turncock, hoping to salvage the soreness of his refreshed, raw brushing burns.

It was getting pretty late. Bobby climbed back into bed and curled his arms around Bree so their naked bodies were touching in as many post as possible. The air in the room smelled of lewd, leftover love but their kisses were minty fresh until they fell off to sleep.

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

"You had a huge erection,"Bree said, looking up."I wanted to say ‘ Good sunrise ’."Then she went right back to work.

She sucked him unvoiced and dug her fingers into his ass. He only winced a distich metre from the soreness on his quill. Soon he moaned and groaned and twisted and shook and busted his nut. Bree kept her mouth glued to his warm up gun as he came and swallowed nigh of it but still had a taste when she kissed him.

"Good break of day !"she said.

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

Bobby put his head between her legs and buried his mouth into her cooch and started eating. He held her rear end in his hands and she locked her legs around his neck and fucked his face for various min. When she relaxed her hairgrip Bobby rose up onto her. Bree brought her legs up until they were resting on her shoulder giving him amount access. Another turn-on, he thought, thanks to her dancer flexibility. With his face tacky from travail and jizz he slipped his re-hardened cock into her deeper than ever and gave her an acute, bed-banging, threefold orgasm, proper undecomposed first light fuck.

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

"Tomorrow,"she said meekly.

"Can I see you tonight ?"

"You right believe it !"

Bree took a shower 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 chocolate brewing.

"Well, good first light, Houserocker,"her female parent said when she entered the room."Does your bed still have four wooden leg ?"

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

"Where's Carl ?"

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

"How did it go ?"

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

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

A moment later Bobby breezed into the kitchen.

"commodity morning, Summer,"he said energetically.

"Good morning time Bobby."

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

Bree nodded."That sounds good."

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

-- --

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

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

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

Bobby watched Bree jog toward him, thinking Damn !, why does she have to know in New York ? She looked marvelous in a long-sleeved pitch-black apparel with a slide fastener all the way down the battlefront from the top to the hem at mid-thigh. As she scurried across the social movement cubic yard it was obvious she was braless and her limber legs forced the dress a little farther up her legs. She jumped into the car, put her purse and sweater on the tush and leant to render Bobby a buss on the lips.

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

The even was a bang succeeder. Dinner was at Flounder Fred's, a popular seafood restaurant. They had to look for a board but that was assuredness, they had a distich swallow and were skilful and promiscuous by the time they got a table. Dinner was luscious and the conversation was even zestier. They talked about the nighttime before : meeting at the bar, partying, laughing, going to bed together, the sex, the horizontal en pointe. By the time they finished the meal Bree was wet and Bobby was playing with himself under the table.

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

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

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

Fortunately there was a void at the holiday Inn about a half block away. As they were checking in Bree opened her pocketbook and took out her toothbrush and showed it to Bobby with a sly grin. She had planned well. They found their room and were naked in about ten second gear. They slammed their back talk together and groped for the bed. They spent the night kissing, fuck, sucking, licking, moaning and groaning and coming all over each other. He even got another dose of Bree's legs-crossed, cunt-locked scissor fucking. In the early forenoon 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 prison term while the powered spray rained down on them. He even cleaned her asshole with his tongue for near measure.

-- --

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

They met at an upscale eatery near the university. Bree and Bobby wore their same clothes from the nighttime before but they had cleaned up veridical nice. Summer looked mythological in a red wench and a navy crop top. And Bobby thought Ella, who was summer's mother and Bree's grandmother, looked pretty damn good too. He figured she had to be former fifty, but she looked ten or twelve years younger. She was thin like her daughter and granddaughter and looked in splendid configuration. And she definitely looked like an old flower child in a flowery embroidered peasant dress and long blonde/gray haircloth pulled back in a ponytail bound by rubber ring about every three or four column inch down her back.

The women ordered mimosa while Bobby had a bloody mary. Brunch was whatever they wanted. They could pick out from bollock any-which-way, pancakes, waffles, crepes, ham, bacon, grits, lucre, sweets, you name it. Bobby pigged out and listened while the ladies did about of the talking. He thought Ella seemed to be more like Bree than like summertime : The free-wheeling, ad-lib, winging-it, artsy fartsy type. summer seemed a little more conventional.

Brunch over, they drove in two car to summertime's family. Ella said bye, hugged her daughter and granddaughter and leftfield. The time was nearing when Bree would be leaving. Bobby offered to drive her to the railroad train station which was about a fifteen min drive. While Bree was packing Bobby and Summer chatted on the sofa.

"That was nice to declare oneself to push her to the train,"summertime 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, happy to be included.

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

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

"They said they'll be calling her string in a few arcminute. Everything is on fourth dimension,"Summer said.

female parent and daughter talked. Be careful, keep in contact, call me when you get in, good destiny on your auditory modality, don't forget to blah rant claptrap. Then they all exchanged contact entropy and promised to stay in signature. Then they called Bree's train.

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

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

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

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 parkway back to her house, Bobby realized it was the first time he'd been one-on-one with Summer. He wanted to piddle conversation but wasn't sure what to say. He didn't want to be too hackneyed and he didn't want to voice too sappy.

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

"Oh, it depends on her docket,"she said."Her day job is predictable, but the dancing is all over the space, fete or famine. It can be a mill. I doubt she'll make it for the holiday if she's in a output again this year."

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

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

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

"Do you resent that ?"

"Not really because my parents didn't know any bettor. They did what they thought was right. But my endowment and aptitude are in music and art and I have a patronage academic degree. So I work in sale and play medicine contribution prison term. Bree is doing what she loves, pursuing that aspiration. I admire that, almost envy it. You have encouraged her to go for it and that is great. You're a honorable mother, Summer."

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

"High school beauty ?"

"Yeah, an eighteen-year-old lulu who turned into a twenty-year-old also-ran. I know the struggles my Mom went through and I know the struggles I went through. I tried hard to drum two thoughts into Bree's head : keep abreast your dream and don't get knocked up."

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

"We leaned on each other a lot when she was growing up. My mother was a big help, but it was just the two of us to the highest degree of the time. We were airless. I was her better friend as well as her mother."

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

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

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

"Would you like to come in for a little bit ?"she said when he pulled up in strawman of the house."Would you like java, or tea ?"

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

-- --

Bobby leaned against the kitchen counter as summertime heated piss for tea. The long weekend was winding down and that meant it would be back to work Mon daybreak. summer asked Bobby about his job.

"I'm a salesman, not my born calling to be for certain, but I do okay. I have a Brobdingnagian territory and drive a lot. I'm counterpane pretty melt off but it's not bad. I come to this area around the university once every couple of weeks. How about you ? You work at the V.A. infirmary ?"

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

"How did you get into that ?"

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

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

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

"That sounds interesting."

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

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

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

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

Summer blushed and laughed again."Sometimes,"she said."But I made that fault once and won't again. The ophthalmologist in charge is cool ; His name is Richard, he's older and very knowledgeable and very dedicated. But about of the doc are optometrist who come to the clinic to run for a year or two after they get out of school because it was function of the deal they made when they accepted their Ulysses S. Grant or scholarship or whatever. Most are spoiled bratwurst who can't hold to finish their dedication so they can go out and make the big bucks and open a Pearle Vision or something."

There was an interlude while they sipped their tea in secretiveness. Then Bobby mentioned something that had been in the backbone 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 Fri 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 theme how the ease of the night would go…"

"Neither did I."

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

"Yes."

"You did ?"

"Yes. Are you coming on to me ?"

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

summertime laughed."What about Bree ?"

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

"Okay, I get it."

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

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

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

Bobby moved a little closer to her on the couch.

"May I kiss you ?"he asked.

"Yes,"she said without hesitation.

Bobby put his mouth to summer's and her back talk parted, allowing his tongue to enter her backtalk. Her mouth were soft and absorbed his, and it felt like all four meshed into one. Their spit did a sexy samba and he put his arms around her and held her closing. He probed her mouth and it felt orotund to him and he thought to himself that she probably knew how to use it. Her natural language was fighting too, exploring and tasting him. When they finally parted they both smiled.

"That was squeamish,"summer said.

"Yes it was,"Bobby agreed.

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

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

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

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

"I can demand a tinge,"Bobby said, and drank down the respite of his tea.

"give me a mates of Clarence Shepard Day Jr.,"she said.

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

-- --

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"I wanted to verbalise to you first. To make sure 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 sound kisser."

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

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

-- --

Bobby phoned her on Tuesday nighttime. They chatted for a few min before he got around to the purpose of the call.

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

"Okay."

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

"Yes, that would be nice."

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

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

They agreed that it was a undecomposed programme. Bobby would be at her family at six and would pick up their dinner on the way. pizza pie and salad.

-- --

Bobby showed up on time. He knew decent away that it was going to be a salutary nighttime. He was barely inside the threshold when, with a sixteen column inch pizza box and two salads in his helping hand, summertime planted a quick, John Major osculation on his sass, and slid her teasing tongue in and out from between them quickly.

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

Summer was dressed casually, but hot as hell. She was barefoot and wore a slinky cold shoulder egg white top, no bra, and paper thin, plaid Capri knickers showing a touching of cameltoe and her tone 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 fake log burning in the fireplace and several scented standard candle lighted in the room, the ambience unmistakable. They sat on the lounge together and they both knew why they were there. They made loose chatter for a couplet minutes. Then Bobby looked around and took it all in : the ignition, the fire, the candle, the mood.

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

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

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

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

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

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

Bobby slid over shut down to her. With their organic structure touching he put one arm around her spine and the other on her hip and kissed her. Her lips parted and her body immediately relaxed into his, and pulling him confining she kissed him, first with gentle tonguing but soon with a sucking, savage strength. They were making out in no time.

Bobby's helping hand climbed from her hip to her breast, and summer's hand found his interior thigh. He thumbed her firm nipple while he palmed her soft tit through the fabric. She sighed from his mite, and her bridge player groped for his burgeoning cock. He moved his back talk to her neck and smelling her sugariness, subtle perfume he sucked a wad of her skin into his mouthpiece. She wrapped her fingers around his shaft through his jeans and felt its callousness. He kissed her chest above her tits and pulled the snowy fabric excursus and put his oral fissure around her nipple.

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

He sucked her nipple and she moaned. She rubbed his peter and he groaned. Bobby pushed his shaft into her hand, his groin telling her yes, acquire it. With one hand she unzipped him and slipped her long fingers inside his pants and ran her fingertips along the length of it. Bobby's hand was now in her crotch ; her legs closed tightly around it and he could feel the affectionateness of her puss. summer yanked on his belt and loosened it, then managed to unsnap his blue jean. Her script dove down and surrounded his balls.

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

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

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

"Oh God, yes,"Summer blurted.

Bobby rubbed her twat and summertime tried to have sex his hand. With his mouth doing a Herbert Clark Hoover on her nipple and her right hand in his hair, she reached down with her leftfield to where his hand was already hard at work. Her bloomers had a string tie and a three-inch zip fastener and were already damp. With a smoothen one-two she untied and unzipped, giving Bobby's handwriting total access. Then she took his helping hand and fed four digit into her and started vigorously fucking them. She kept her hand over his to make sure he dug deep.

They were, half-on/half-off the sofa, his mouth plastered to her tit, her fingers digging into his scalp, his fingers digging into her swampy pussy, her hand on his, assisting him, her groin pressed onto him, attached like barnacles to a buoy bucking up and down on the Wave in a Laputan chopper.

"Put your all hand in,"she gasped. She grabbed his thumb and pulled his finger's breadth out and squeezed them together."shuffle a fist."He did."Yes, that's it. Fuck me like that."

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

Bobby had never fisted a woman before, the idea had never even crossed his mind. But summer kept directing dealings, and with her hand on his forearm she kept driving it into her. He sucked her bosom without simpleness, alternating left and right, not playing favorites, wanting to please her like no man ever had. His cock was an iron rails, and soon her hand returned to grip its girth, but he knew his gratification could wait.

summertime crammed tit into his back talk and humped his hand, and Bobby sucked with maximum pucker. Bobby's fist swung inside her like a clumsy, silly packer throwing lazy biff in deep piddle, but she keened in jittery pleasure with each plunge. The stage of the sofa squeaked with their movements.

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

Bobby bit playfully into her breast, eliciting another happy, wheezy squawk. His saliva slickened her pelt and ran down his chin. Sweat brewed on his eyebrow as he chomped away.

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

She came like a dam broke. Her torso shook and Bobby felt the heated flush surround his hand. Her ass was on the edge of the couch and when her cum oozed out it dripped down her thighs and onto the carpeting.

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

His clenched fist looked like a swim fetus. He opened and closed his hand several times and flexed his fingers. He rubbed the muck into Summer's leg. He looked up at her look and she wore a unspecific smile.

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

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

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

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

"Ugh,"she groaned, as her human 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 concern about yours ; it will be in my lip. Then she sucked his hardened prick in between her lips.

She had one hand on his chunk and the former on his ass. Then with a lilliputian maneuvering of lips and rima oris she soon had all eight inches of his anxious cock embedded into her header. She was rusty, she knew, and he was kind of vauntingly, but she wanted to do her best to make it in effect for him, the way he had for her. She hoped she wouldn't gag.

No headache. Bobby came in about 30 mo. He'd been holding it back the all sentence he was tit-sucking and fist-fucking. With a muffled roaring his cum roiled and exploded up through him like a busted tobacco pipe. summer pinched his ass cheeks as if to coerce out every drop. She kept her mouth mashed around his vibrating woodpecker until the simmering ends of his throe. Cum escaped from the corners of her mouth when she smiled up at him.

-- --

They had their arms around each early on the sofa, and shared intermittent buss, their physical structure naked and spent, temporarily at least. They didn't talking ; 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 have a go at it her.

After a patch he initiated another kiss and while their tongues flirted he eased her onto her back on the couch. He spread her branch and got on his genu between them. He grabbed her rose hip and yanked her body to him, and she yelped as he scooted her ass up onto his chest of drawers. Her legs were now over his shoulder joint, her crotch in his aspect. He supported the cheeks of her ass with his palms and pulled her muffin to his lips. He kissed her second joint and licked the lips of her twat, which was afford to him. She seemed shy at start, but reached uphill for him, and her fingertips found the whisker on his wobbling head.

His natural language painted the lenient, wet surface of her back talk for several minutes before he plunged his tongue into her pussycat. Summer oohed and scrunched up but it still felt wanton to Bobby. So he sucked onto her swollen clit. That got her attention.

She locked her leg around his brain and pushed her midsection into his cheek. He felt the soften soundness of her magic bean in his mouth and took it deeply, wanting to draw another climax out of her before he mounted her, entered her and gave her a good throb and another slam of his liquid honey. She squeaked when he slipped his center finger into her son of a bitch. With the raise grip he was able-bodied to run her ass around and even closer, and her goof was flush smack against his face. With each suction and each grind of her groin her set up member filled more of his mouth and his finger filled Thomas More of her asshole.

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

For a short clock time longer they rocked together, Bobby swallowing saliva in between sucking on her tool, and summer's secernment oozing, her puss now an overflowing swamp getting prepare for the newsflash flood. Then the dam broke.

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

Bobby didn't wait for her to finish. His prick was like a bad cop's billy : long, hard and ready to kick ass. Summer was still tremoring when he slipped his dick into her souse slot and started pumping. His finger was still lodged in her ass.

"Yes, fuck me !"she blurted.

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

Attached by their locked lips, his chicken feed in her barb and his finger up her ass, they started rocking the house. Bobby pounded her like he was trying to strike hard her into the basement and as he did she grunted with each push and pinched her fingers into his neck. He wondered if the sofa wouldn't have to have the bolt on its legs tightened after this. summertime's ramification were soon clutched around his, constricting, and her twat was sucking his pulsating cock as it drilled her. Minute after sweaty minute she offered every square in of her pussy to him as he fucked her.

They both grunted with each stab of their private parts and fucked like they both needed it. Bobby became distracted for a here and now and Summer must accept noticed because she squinched him fuddled and rammed her snatch into him even harder. His judgment had wandered when he briefly thought of Bree.

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

She felt him strain up so she knew he was ready to drift. She made one final power suck of his tongue into her throat and squeezed his arse as hard as she could. She grinded her asshole hard and mystifying onto his digit. Bobby answered by wiggling it and trying to pry a second finger in.

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

"Yes,"he said.

"pass it to me !"

Within seconds he did. With a raucous groan his cum rose. It did a slow burn as it spurted up and out. He pushed his rooster into her as deep as he could and did the Lapplander with his digit up her ass. She was stroking her clit and swinging her groin hoping to come with him.

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

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

-- --

Bobby got dressed while summertime reheated the pizza pie. It was ten-thirty by this metre. They ate quickly and then Summer did her dear to clean up the cum pool on the carpet and sofa. She didn't ask him to pass the Night but she gave him a sin of a good-night kiss at the door. Bobby figured she liked fucking him but wasn't quite fix to fire up up with him in the sunup.

They got into the routine of hooking up every other Thursday evening ; these were the days Bobby was in the surface area with his workplace. He'd go to Summer's house after work around five-thirty, they'd have a drink or two, some dinner and then set forth making out and go to the bedroom and shag. And they'd fuck and suck as many unlike way as they could until around ten o'clock. Then they'd kiss good night and Bobby would drive home, and they would both wake up in their own bed and be ready for work in the morning.

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

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

"Are you busy Sabbatum ?"she asked.

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

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

"A party ? What party ?"

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

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

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

"Don't want any chintzy doctor hitting on you, huh ?"

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

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

"good. It's an indoor cookout."

"A what ?"

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

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

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

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

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

"Sure."

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

"Okay."

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

-- --

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

summer was justly about the work talk. After a while the MD and techs, maybe seven or eight altogether had congregated on one English with Richard holding tourist court, and the rest of the guests were scattered in little groups. Bobby diligently stood by, not saying a great deal once the proficient talk started, and fetched beverage, which were going down slowly 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 order who was the tech and who was the physician. She held her own with the stuck-up doctors and didn't hesitate to hold her ground and disagree with them on a few function. And whenever they turned to Richard to settle it, summer was always right, her obvious knowledge on full display.

dinner was an compartmentalization of burgers and dogs and Gallus gallus and a miscellany of salads. And to a greater extent beer, wine and store public lecture of course. Bobby ended up having a pretty good time : free food, absolve beer and he was very proud of Summer. And he told her so on the drive back to her house.

"Damn, summertime, that was impressive. You really know your shit !"

"What ?"she asked.

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

"Really ?"

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

"Yeah, right."

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

"God, that could acquire years."

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

"What's that ?"

"listening to all that medicative technical foul ophthalmic medico talk has got me horny as infernal region !"He put his hired man between her legs.

She removed his hand from her genitals."Down Boy, wait till we get home. prevent your eyes on the road."

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

-- --

That night they had the wildest sex ever. Bobby was on a whorl. He was belligerent and talked dirty and they fucked the shit out of each early. He peppered his monologues with ‘ Doctor this'and ‘ Doctor that'in between his kisses and salt lick and sucks and nookie. He told summer he never knew a doctor could be such a salutary shtup and how he never knew Dr. pussy could taste so good. He rimmed her butthole and told her how much he liked her doc ass. And Dr. give thoroughly head too, he said.

In between her sighs and groan of pleasure Summer told him numerous prison term to knock off the doctor talk.

"Sure, Doc,"he said.

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

"Good daybreak, physician,"he said. summer's look curled into mock annoyance."I need a doctor's care."

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

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

"Well, maybe we should take in you to the emergency way,"she said playfully.

"No, I think it needs immediate attention !"

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

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

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

-- --

After a morning frolic 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 side of the conversation.

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

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

"How's she doing ?"Bobby asked.

"Oh, she's fine. Worrying about getting her gutters cleaned on her house. I don't want her up on ladders. She was in a relationship with a overnice man for days and he used to get hold of care of that sort of material, but he died about a class ago. And the guy she had hired for some employment before wasn't too reliable."

"Is it a big household ?"

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

"Department of Energy she make an denotation ladder ?"

"I think she does. Why ?"

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

"You will ?"

"Sure. Can she wait until next weekend ?"

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

"I don't want any money. I'll do it as a party favour 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 unseasoned man her granddaughter Bree had brought to brunch.

-- --

Bobby wasn't looking forward to getting up early on a Sat to go clean filthy, smelly rain gutters. He had surprised himself by volunteering. But he would do it, a gracious gesture for a skillful woman, the mother of his older lover and newest favorite ‘ physician ’.

He woke up other Saturday and dressed in his sorry dress : Ratty denim, sweatshirt, white air-sleeve and an old yoke of stoolpigeon, ready for colly work. He wanted to get an early start because the forecast called for rainwater by the afternoon. On the way he stopped by a memory and bought some heavy trash base and rubber gloves.

He pulled into Ella's driveway at quarter-till-nine. He looked at the house and it was grownup than he'd hoped for. Tall Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree surrounded it and needed to be cut back so there was no dubiousness in his mind the toilet would be nasty. He figured he had at least a half day of work.

Ella had been watching for him and came out to recognise him. Bobby couldn't believe how good she looked. He watched her stride toward his car, her late-fifties body looking slim and trim and often younger in broken-in Levi's and a idle white blouse. Her blonde-gray tomentum was in a braided ponytail that hung down her back.

They greeted and said their hellos. Ella thanked him and started in about what she would pay him but Bobby told her to bury it. They agreed on a relieve lunch. Then Ella showed him the service department where a big extension ladder was leaning against the wall.

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

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

He lugged the ladder outside. He started with the higher gutters naturally. He set up the ladder, put on his gloves and grabbed a deal trowel and a shabu bag and climbed up. The gutters were filled with rancid stinky putrid leave of absence and snails and gook and shit. He grabbed the cocksucker, raked the shit, and scooped the diddly into bags. He went up and down the ladder legion time. He moved the ladder around, dragged the traveling bag up and down and pulled the prolonged garden hose up top to flush piss through the trough to clean them out. He went around the whole theater cleaning out the toilet and filling grip with lousy slime.

After a few hours a storm was brewing. The rain started, and within a hour it was a downpour and Bobby was soaked. He was just about done when the number 1 bolt of lightning struck, and not too far away. He receded down the ladder as fast as he could. His slimy shoe slid off of the rain-slickened second-to-last step and he fell. Ass-backwards into a puddle of mud.

He'd been stunk up with pieces of icky roof trough Funk all morning long, all over his clothes, his face, in his hair. But now he was covered with mud too. He pulled down the ladder and moved it back where he'd found it. He put the shabu base of goop by the side of the garage under the eave. By then he looked like a dirty drenched river rat. He went into the garage and knocked on the kitchen door.

"Come on in,"Ella called.

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

"Oh my goodness !"she said,"You pitiful thing. hold one bit, I'll be aright back."She returned in XXX endorsement and handed him a towel and a robe."Get undress and put this on. Then I'll throw your wearing apparel in the washer.

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

"Do you conceive I could get a exhibitor ?"he asked.

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

Bobby ran the pee hot and scrubbed himself top to bottom with Ivory soap. He shampooed his haircloth until it squeaked. He didn't have a comb so his haircloth stayed a wet, tangled mess. He put the robe on and tied it around him. It was a few size of it too pocket-sized for him. He went back to the kitchen self-conscious about how only a thin layer of terry cloth was all that covered his naked dead body and freshly-washed penis.

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

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

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

Bobby was ravening so he ate and drank with gusto. Ella soon refilled his glass with lemonade and his bowling ball with soup. They talked as they ate and the storm raged outside. Ella asked about Bree, was Bobby in cutaneous senses ? He said they were for a while but not lately ; he liked her a lot but long length family relationship really don't work. He recapped how they had met that Fri night at the Vous and had all hit it off right on away.

They cleared the table and put the dishes in the dishwasher. They stood at the cesspool and stared out the window and watched streams of rainwater flow across the glassful pane. The storm had increased in intensity with hard rain, strong malarky and thunder.

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

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

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

"A Bloody Virgin Mary ?"

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

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

"Yes. Would you like one ?"

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

"ending enough,"she said.

Ella opened the icebox and took out an unopened 46-ounce bottleful of Spicy V-8 juice and a jar of horseradish root. 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 SALT and pepper and hot sauce. She tightened the cap and shook the feeding bottle up and down and around as hard as she could.

She showed Bobby where the glasswork was and Bobby filled two tumbler pigeon with ice. Ella poured the deep red concoction into the glasses.

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

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

They took their seating on the sofa. As he sat Bobby had to reach down to his genital organ to slightly dislodge 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 drinks and began talking.

First, they talked about Ella's home. Bobby told her how prissy it was, and commented about how big her Tree were in the K and how they were almost touching the roof and should be trimmed back before too long. He also mentioned that the wood concealment fence enclosing the second yard had a act of split or missing slats, but that would be an easy fix and he'd be glad to claim care of it for her.

Ella opened up about her booster, the man Summer had mentioned to him. His name was Al and they were close fellow traveller for old age. He used to contain care of all the exterior chore but he died the yr before of a heart tone-beginning. She felt lost sometimes ; stuck in neutral when it came to the grounds.

After about half an hour of visit Ella touched his helping hand again, sending another sparkler up his forearm and down to his groin.

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

Bobby was finishing up the swallow when she returned. Just as he was handing one to her a deafening bolt of lightning struck a transformer somewhere nearby and they felt an electric sizzle in the air as the ability in the house 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 to the lowest degree we have plenty of these,"Bobby said, holding up his drink.

"Thank God for the minuscule things."She handed the lucifer to him and added,"Here, light the candle in the living way. I'll be correct back. I'm going to pull your apparel out of the dryer and put them on hangers to dry. I don't know how foresighted the exponent will be out."

Bobby took a healthy swig of his drunkenness and then topped off his glass. He lighted the wax light in the living elbow room. The afternoon was dark and stormy exterior and the flickering flames gave the elbow room a cozy, Thomas More versed feel.

Ella returned in a duad minutes and sat down on the sofa side by side to him. She took a sip of her drinking and smacked her lips.

"fountainhead, Honey, it looks like you're going to be here for a patch. This violent storm isn't letting up anytime soon and your dress won't be dry for a spell either. At least they're clean."

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

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

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

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

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

They looked at each other in the soft, wavering light and both had subtle, amused smiles on their faces. Bobby realized that in the last thirty or forty arcsecond their interaction had suddenly made a monster leap and crossed some sort of line. He didn't know what line it was but he could feel it, a new level of intimacy had been reached. He looked her over again and liked what he saw. Her white top did not appear to be as promiscuous as it was before. Her blue jean held snug to her slim legs and showed wear on her knees, bum and crotch. She had gotten rid of her shoes. He was seated inches away from her and was wearing her robe and nothing else. He felt a stir down below. He thought of Bree and her scissor-fucking and her limber ramification practically wrapped around her own brain, and drilling her juicy, open goofball. Then of summertime, fisting her, and their bi-weekly maintenance fucks. But here he was now, practically bare and seated side by side to Ella, and he couldn't believe the thoughts he was having. He was imagining all the matter he wanted to do with her.

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

"You're welcome. And it's not so bad interior, with a squeamish lunch, good deglutition and good fellowship. And I'll come next Sabbatum and restore your fence. That will be an easier job. There're only a smattering of slats that need to be replaced ; the others just need some tonic nails."

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

"The materials will be garish and it's an soft job. But I don't want any money. I'll charter it out in trade."

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

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

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

"wellspring, that's my terms. Unless we can think of something else,"he said. Ella's middle were astray and unblinking and locked into his.

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

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

"Not really, I thought maybe you were trying to get me drunk. But it's a soundly 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 window above the cesspit. He dug ice block out from the freezer and tonged them into the glasses. He shook the V-8 bottleful vigorously and was pouring the red mix into the chalk when Ella came to the return and stood next to him. She reached down and picked up her glass, took a healthy swig and put it back down. She turned to him.

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

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

"No, tell me,"he replied.

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

She pulled his arm closer to her as she moved closer to him. She leaned her face to his and kissed him on the back talk. Any angst she'd had about it was erased immediately. Bobby's sass parted and his tongue instantly searched for hers. Her other hand was soon on his hip and his blazonry were halfway around her backrest. Their clapper did gentle go and twist, each exploring a brand new oral fissure, and their first kiss lingered on. Her fingers dug into his skin through the thin out textile of her robe and his hands explored her take down back. His member grew between his legs.

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

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

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

"Almost twenty-six."

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

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

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

"It means we should snog whomever we want ; 58, twenty-eight, twenty-six, whatever."He pulled her a footling nigher and put his hand on her cheek."Besides, you look a lot younger than that. It's obvious where Bree's and Summer's foxy Lady cistron came from."

He pulled her head to his and kissed her. Their back talk spread apart in unison and their mouths were open for patronage. He pulled her tightly against him with one hand in the small of her back and the early on her ass. Bobby's pecker was severe and Ella felt it pressing against her. It had been quite a while for her and her mind was a whirlwind of muddiness wondering what the hell she was doing and imagining what it would feel like inside her. She found herself pushing her torso against it, absorbing its readiness. Her 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 glossa doing a sexy dance, Ella's fingers found the train on her gown and she pulled on it. The robe loosened, then opened, and she found his engorged pecker with her paw. She gripped her finger around its girth and stroked him and they kissed even harder.

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

He unhooked her lacy bra and admired her upper dead body : it was cut and her tegument was taut but for a couple ok wrinkles on her flat stomach. Her shoulders and arms were toned, not too scraggy, and her chest were small-to-medium size with minimal sag. There was a wild blue yonder tattoo of a peace sign just above her right titty. Summer had been right : her mom was a flower child hangover. A very sexy flower child holdover.

With his sleeve around her he pushed her onto the bed. They kissed passionately for several minutes as their hands roamed over fresh flesh. But soon Bobby's lips had moved to other places. He kissed her neck and licked her ears and sucked the heartsease sign into his mouth. When he nibbled on her powerful nipple Ella let out a screechy groan of pleasure.

As he tit-sucked her, playing no dearie between the two, he started working on her denim. She helped him as skilful she could and soon she had squirmed out of them most of the way. With her jeans and panties now at her ankle joint, Bobby moved down to the foot of the bed and pulled them off the sleep of the way. He spread her leg and knelt between them. He took his first look at her snatch. It was hairy, but neatly trimmed, and wet.

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

"I want to please you,"he said.

"You already have."

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

"Oh my God,"she stammered.

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

"Are you okay ?"he asked.

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

"You want me to stop ?"

"God, no !"

Bobby went back to work. He held her ass house and plastered his mouth to her tittup penis. He sucked away and squeezed her buttocks. Slowly he felt her relax and her movements fell in rhythm with his. For respective minute of arc they worked together like this, her crotch pushed against his boldness, him sucking her clit, his tongue tasting her smack and his nostril breathing in her musky scent.

His peter was now a brick. His sassing were turning to jelly and his jaws ached. He was ready to fuck. He gave her one last major button chomp, eliciting a screech from Ella, before he moved up so her saturated pussy back talk were kissing the heading of his cock. Atop her, he stared into her liquid eyes.

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

"Believe it."

"You're very better-looking. But I'm thirty years older…"

"I still think you're hot."

"roll in the hay my brains out,"she whispered.

Bobby slipped his dick into her drenched sink and felt her ardent wet walls around it, welcoming him in. He started slowly, in and out, familiarizing himself with her cunt and her muscleman. He'd 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 pace and Ella went with him, they'd go a little faster and hold it for a spell, getting in sync and in tune like a definitive duet. Adagio, then andante, then allegretto, then allegro, and finally Presto !, and they were fucking and bucking like plunger on a runaway train.

Their faces were inches apart as they fucked, their wide of the mark, rhapsodic eyes locked-in. They both grunted with every thrust until Bobby kissed her and started stabbing her mouth with his tongue. His hands were on her bunt cheeks and his digit inched toward her asshole. He wanted to fuck all three of her holes at once.

"Hippie-fucking is full ’, Bobby thought to himself, as they pounded away. discharge love and peace and all that shucks. He closed his eyes and slammed her as strong and fast as he could. Ella screamed and climaxed in a series of ferocious slip shimmy handclasp beneath him as he banged her. He felt her hot juice surround his cock and ooze out onto his balls. His sexual climax was not far behind.

His cum rose up like a prison wow, his sperm fight to get out. It was an ecstatic pulsing stream and he felt a insect bite in his cock as he came ; his little captive were burning down the house. He roared as he released. With repeated 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 fret from his brow.

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

They held each other in muteness for many minutes. They listened to their breathing space and felt the gentle heaves of their dresser. The storm outside had let up some and was now just a steady rainfall tickling the windowpane.

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

"Ah, we have power,"Ella said."right timing. I'm going to run and put your wearing apparel in the drier. 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 hand full. She carried two glasses and a small jar.

"get-up-and-go beverage,"Ella said, handing him a fresh Bloody Mary. She put the jar on the nightstand.

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

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

"coconut tree oil,"she said coyly.

"Oh."

"You know what that's for ?"

"I'm pretty trusted 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 clock time their tongues were dancing and their script were prancing. And Bobby's dick moved all right, growing like Pinocchio's nose on a bad day, and Ella couldn't maintain her script off of it. She couldn't keep her lip off of it either.

She went down on him and stroked his Ball with one hand and took his dick into her sassing. Ella was a gaudy bastard 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 chunk as he gently fucked her face.

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

In a immediate instant they were in a fucking slipstream chasing after their next climax. They pumped in hard, foresighted stroke, the head of Bobby's tool aiming for the end of Ella's tunnel. They fucked in find out silence, no moans or groan or dirty talk of the town, just the close shave of the bed and the twitch of the ceiling fan overhead.

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

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

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

"Are you sure ?"

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

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

"Ooh, that feels big,"she said.

"You okay ?"he asked.

"Yes, you ?"

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

"Good. Now fuck me."She put her fingerbreadth on her squashy clit and felt herself.

Bobby pushed again, easing it in. It was a fuddled but still sailing and he was surprised at how easily it slid in, how noble-minded the pressure felt around his dick, and how quickly he was vigorously driving his dick into the profoundness of her ass.

Ella was into it. She was slapping her clit like a bass chain and pushing her ass into him, matching him thump for clunk. Bobby was digging it too, in more elbow room than one. He drilled her with a passion, uncoerced his semen up for another ride out into the unwarranted blue yonder. He knew he wouldn't lastly long at the rate he was going so after a distich bit he slowed his pace.

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

So he did and within five or six more strokes his river was rising. With a loud moan and a volcanic eighth note his cum surged through his shaft and spurted multiple time into the deepest scope of Ella's rectum. Even after he'd guess his end dip he kept his dick embedded in her ass as she frantically worked her tool in an effort to inveigle her unleashing.

After a bit Bobby pulled his rooster out of her asshole with a wet, sucking thwap and scooted down the bed. He put his face in her crotch and his back talk on her inflated dick. Ella ceded it immediately and put her men on the back of his head. She shoved her clit deep into his rima oris with all her might care she was grinding teeth. Bobby sucked on her clit the same way she had sucked his cock : forcefully. He felt the pressure sensation of her athletic seawall on his aspect and inhaled the funky taste and smell of her sex. He could finger his own cum on his Chin as it seeped out of her asshole.

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

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

-- --

The day was getting late by the time they dragged their stern out of bed. Bobby took a shower and his apparel were make clean, dry and neatly folded on the toilet prat when he got out. He found Ella in the kitchen.

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

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

"Oh, please,"she said.

"I was good about fixing your fence next week. Even before…"

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

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

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

"Okay, I promise. I'll have to conceive of something else,"he said with a grin. He kissed her and took one final discernment of her and their tongues said a slow goodbye.

-- --

The succeeding few solar day were just like any early calendar week and Bobby was looking forward to going back to Ella's. The fencing job would be easy, maybe an time of day and a half of piece of work, and he'd get a lunch and maybe get laid again.

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

He went in the indorse door and Ella was standing in the entrance to the living room. She was barefoot and was wearing the Saami robe he had worn the Saturday before. Her hair was up on top of her head.

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

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

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

"No job, I understand."

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

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

"You did,"she said.

She took a step closer. She reached between his legs and took his cock in her hired man. 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 belt."I want to have you for breakfast. And we don't have a lot of time."

She pulled him a couple steps to the couch. She sat and pulled down his pants. His cock was already at full aid. She kissed it and licked his testis. She took it into her mouth.

The whole shebang was over in less than thirty hour. She sucked him to mop up and a week's worth of his stored-up cum erupted into her mouth. Then her robe opened and Bobby twirled her onto the frame and buried his grimace 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 second before he noticed the jar of cocoa palm oil on the coffee tree 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 butt was slip, the residue of lubing herself. He oiled his cock and fucked her ass until he came. He withdrew his cock from her ass and inserted in into her soupy pussy and rammed her doggy-style for a couple more minutes until she let out a whoop and had another orgasm.

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

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

-- --

Bobby had just finished up and was putting his peter in the trunk of his car when summer drove up. She parked her car and came up to him. He felt a little awkward and didn't know whether to buss her or not in front of her female parent'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 stand for ?"

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

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

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

"rich person fun. And don't fuddle too many Acacia dealbata !"Bobby said.

"You mean all-fired Marys,"summertime said with a nictitation. She turned and walked into the house.

-- --

Things started to get weird after that. The side by side Thursday would have been Bobby's Nox to see Summer but he couldn't get hold of her. When he finally did turn over her a few daytime later she was noncommittal and kind of blew him off. That was a first off.

He called Ella and told her the handyman was calling to see if she had any chores she needed him to adopt care of, in the yard, on the cap, or in the chamber. She laughed but said although it was tempting she didn't think it was a good idea. Too conclusion for consolation with Summer and everything. Evidently Ella didn't know—or didn't want to live -- Bobby had been summertime's unfaltering bedmate and summer didn't want him screwing her mother.

Bobby thought about the survive few months with amazement. He had had a baseless weekend with a untested hot social dancer named Bree. Then he'd had a number of incredible Night with her hot Mom, MD Summer. And finally a couple wild romps of flower child sex with Ella. Sexually it had been the most fruitful menses of his lifespan. And now suddenly, as if flipping a shift, the rainy season was over and he was back in the desert.

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

-- --

Bobby went to work every day with his nozzle 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 about 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 difference, and she just needed to get laid and he was convenient. And what happened with Ella was an accident of fate ; it would never deliver happened if he hadn't fallen in the mud and been stranded in her home by the violent storm and ended up nude 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 angel on a Thursday evening Bobby received a call from summer. When he saw her name displayed on his speech sound he froze for a second. He debated whether to let it go to voicemail but he couldn't.

"hello, Summer ?"he said tentatively.

"Yes, Bobby. How are you ?"

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

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

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

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

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

"No, she still does. She's been commuting back and Forth River and staying with me for a few hebdomad while she worked on the production. She'll be going back soon. She has asked about you, and I think she wanted to call you, but she has been so fussy, she's been putting in XVI minute days. And I think she may ingest felt funny calling since she had not done a well job of keeping in feeling. Anyway, I wanted to forebode you in case you would require to know."

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

"The net operation are this weekend : Tomorrow night, Saturday night and a Lord's Day matinee."She went on to tell him the house and express times.

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

"Oh, I think she'd be delicately 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 days. On Saturday evening he got to the dramatics plenty early. He'd made for sure he dressed and looked and smelled thoroughly. He picked up his ticket and there was a brief banknote paper-clipped to it. It read : ‘ Hi Bobby, So glad you could number ! Meet me at the foot of the microscope stage right after the show. Bree ’.

It was a great place. nerve center section, tierce row, aisle seat. He looked around the small theater. It seated three or four hundred and had in high spirits ceilings, pendant and a small balcony. There was a band tuning up on one English of the floor. He read through the playbill and saw Bree's name in a few different station : artist-in-residence, choreography, and in several dissimilar Numbers. The appearance was an olio of song and dancing bit from Broadway musicals.

The display was very professionally done even though most of the performer were amateurs. Bobby was particular imprint with the skirt named Bree. Not only with her dancing, but her singing ! The girl had a beautiful set of tube to go along with the balance of her which was pretty damn undecomposed too. She sang ‘ club'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 meter it was over.

After the show the brightness went up and the audience streamed toward the rear departure but Bobby had a short walk to the stage. Bree was there in minute, in costume and caked with make-up.

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

"God, Bree, you were great ! What a wonderful show, and I didn't know you could let the cat out of the bag like that !"

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

"It shows !"

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

"Absolutely !"

"Great. Meet me around back at the degree entrance. return me about xv minute of arc, okay ? I need to change and get cleaned up. See ya."She kissed him on the impudence and disappeared backstage.

-- --

Bobby had pulled his car around back and was leaning against the device driver's door when Bree emerged from the back of the theater. She was a beautiful sight for his sore eye. She wore the same soused jean and red jumper she'd worn on the dark they'd met. The flannel cake had been washed from her fount and she looked delectable. She strutted toward him with a gym bag in her handwriting. Bobby opened the passenger room access for her and she got in.

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

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

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

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

"My old dance teacher is on the faculty at the university, in the Theater graphics and Dance section. She was always an inspiration and a mentor and she always encouraged me. We've kept in touch over the years. Anyway a few calendar month ago she asked if I could help oneself her put the show together, perform and coach and wise man the cast. She had some extra money in the budget. I said yes and here I am."

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

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

"Afraid of what ?"

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

"Not a hazard,"Bobby said."Once she called I couldn't time lag for tonight."He took her hand and raised it to his lip 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 go with my mother,"she said, and took another swig.

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

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

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

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

"Oh yeah, what's that ?"

"Gigolo."

Bobby was drinking and he laughed so heavy 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 bring in it, but you've had a very profound result 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 feel good about herself. She told me about you going to the party with her and how you praised her for her knowledge and called her ‘ Doctor'and encouraged her to back to schoolhouse. And now that's what she's doing."

"Really ? That's great."

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

"And my grandma was in form of a rut when you went over to her house and fell in the mud. She had lost a lamb supporter, a man she'd been very close to, the twelvemonth before. And she was stuck in a John Roy Major blue funk and couldn't get out. There was this man named Moe, another old hippy who owns five or six health food store, 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 experience aphrodisiacal and desirable again and she got up the courage to call Moe and see if his invitation was still thoroughly. It was and now they're talking about moving in together."

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

Summer took another deglutition of beer and took a thick breath.

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

Bobby squeezed her helping hand."What is it ?"

"Thank you for listening. It feels good to talk about it. A few weeks ago I found out my roomie is giving up the apartment when the lease is up. I have to determine whether to try to sustain it, find a new roommate in a city wide of harum-scarum, or try to observe another property, which is no easy labor. All while working and trying to hustle for gigs.

"Or, I have another chance which has come up. My old teacher has offered me a staff position here at the university working in her department. I would attend to on all the production, reading, auditions, as well as any other chore they have for me. But I would work on stage dancing and be involved in the originative cognitive operation, which I love, and mentor the educatee if they needed individual help. The job wouldn't pay a hale lot, but would be liveable, and one of the perks is I could take three course credits for free every semester and in the summertime academic session to work toward a stage. But I'd have to find out a shoes to experience, get a car, and uproot my aliveness from what it's been the last few years.

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

"You could look at it as a great opportunity, a new chapter in your liveliness. The free course are a big bonus. And if you would need to urinate excess money, I know I could book us a few gigs a week as a duo ; with your spirit and your voice we'd be golden. But the main detail is this : You've gained incredible experience the last few yr. And that experience could actually have a priceless issue on the scholar you come in contact with. It could be very rewarding for you and for them."

"You really consider so ?"

"Of class !"

"That's what my teacher said."

"She's correct. I'd bet few if any mass in that department let had the experience you have. All the auditory sense, the casting calls, and the performances you've done. That could be invaluable to unseasoned students."

The second ewer was almost empty. Bobby poured what was left of the beer into their soft touch. Each mug had about two mouthfuls in it.

"Are you officious tomorrow Night ?"Bree asked.

"I just cleared my ticket,"Bobby said.

"Tomorrow's matinee is our concluding execution. Afterwards we have a stamp company which I must attend to for an minute 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 number with me ?"

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

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

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

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

"Flounder Fred's !"

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

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

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dinner party was set for seven-thirty. After a brief plosive at the Holiday Inn down the block, Bobby arrived early and waited in the lobby. At about five hour till seven the sr. folks arrived. summer looked fine as ever in a red attire and with longer fuzz, now several inch down her back. Ella was slim and vivacious in a miserly black top and sloppy flowery pants. He was pleasantly surprised when Summer and Ella both hugged him without falter, thus breaking any ice.

presentation 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 sideways glance here and there but it was not uncomfortable at all. Conversation was free and easy, often focused on Bree's yield, and Bobby really enjoyed it. Gerry was a well-favoured guy, maybe a few years sr. than Summer, and had a pretty safe sensation of wit. And Moe was a literal piece of work, big and bold, funny as netherworld and had a ponytail almost as long as Ella's.

After dinner they all said their bye-bye in the lobby. By this time the plaza had thinned out so they took a private John Wilkes Booth in the bar and ordered cognacs. drinkable they could nurse and extend the evening. At first they talked about how well dinner had gone and how much they both liked Gerry and Moe. Then the conversation shifted to Bree's quandary. A decision would accept to be made soon.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Fortunately they were able to pitch one of the qualification to the fall out night. Bobby figured he had two days to convince her that moving back nursing home was the right thing to do .