COFFEE, TEA, OR three ?

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

They were contrary in many ways. Bobby was blond, marvelous and lean-muscled, a ballplayer, a runner and a musician ; Carl was brown-haired, stocky and had been an amateur boxer and had a crooked nose as a result. Bobby was into music and the nontextual matter and liked to camp down and hike up ; Carl liked to solve on cars, go hunt and fishing and stay at the Best western. In their college afterlives Bobby was a sales rep for an athletic wear maker and played euphony on the incline ; Carl was a manager for a firm that refurbished metro buses. But they were good friends, shared the same sense of humor, and made it a point to get together every few calendar month for a night out.

This report begins on one of those dark. Carl and Bobby were 26 and 25 years 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 license, but sold no hard pot liquor. It was known for punk pitchers, live music and a high doorsill for craziness, at least back when they were in school.

Bobby lived about 45 proceedings away from campus and Carl lived an hour away in the face-to-face direction so they drove separately and met out social movement of The Vous. They went inside to the bar, ordered two bottles of beer and a pitcher of Coke, and then found a small table off to the English and took can. The beers were mostly for show. The twirler of C was for the bottle of rum Carl had stuffed in his jacket.

The lieu was dead for a Fri, which made sense since it was Thanksgiving weekend and nearly educatee had gone home for the vacation. Only two other mesa were occupied in accession to a handful of fixture at the bar. There was a trio setting up on stage. While Carl surreptitiously stirred rum into the pitcher of Coke, Bobby went over to the striation to bring out himself, as musicians are habit to do. He wanted to see if they had any mutual musical comedy friends.

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

Bobby sat back down at the board with Carl and they commenced to shooting the shit, sipping beer and chasing it with Cuba Libres. They talked about the usual stuff and nonsense they talked about when they got together : jobs, sports, women and college. Finally, after about 20 minutes the band kicked it into gear. Immediately Bobby could find out that the isthmus was really tight and thankfully not ear-bleeding loud. That was commodity he thought, especially with the mostly-empty room.

It looked like it was going to be a boring night at The Vous. Only a few more people had come into the stead after Carl and Bobby. There was a table of four, two duet seated in a cubicle on the far position, and two young woman at a deuce not far from their own table.

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

The daughter were fine looking and were sharing a carafe of wine. One was blond, with shoulder-length frizzy gyre, and looked to be in her early twenties. The other was a few years older but looked just as delectable, with the Lapp frizzy pilus, only she was brunette. Both were slim and aphrodisiacal in soaked blue jean, Blondie with a snug red sweater and the older gal in a creamy-colored blouse. Both looked skillful enough to eat, and somewhat out of place at this dump.

"They must be sisters,"Bobby said.

"babe ? Really ?"

"Yeah, spirit at their heart. They have the same eyes. Same back talk too."

Carl tried to look without staring."well, I don't care if they're sisters, or cousins or hookers, they are fucking hot ! We need Thomas 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 trough of ice and some lime wedges.

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

"You did ?"

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

"Smooth !"Bobby said, and filled their spyglass over newly ice."Drink up !"

Carl dumped the rest of the ice into the mound and poured in another healthy dose of rum. The recreation were going down easy and Bobby was getting into the music, tapping his ft and rapping his ovolo on the mesa. The rhythm part was a meaty, steady pulse and now the guitarist had switched to electric violin and was knocking off blues licks with his bow and his fingers.

"This band is good,"Bobby said when the melodic line ended.

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

The barkeep was delivering the new carafe of wine. They watched as he explained who'd sent the crapulence and pointed toward them. The girls both looked over at them and with coy smiles raised their spectacles in thanks. The striation kicked into a dumb blues and the spark advance guitar moaned.

Over the rest of the set they would glint over at the girls and occasionally eye contact would be made. At one point the brunette got up and went to the ma'am room. Carl and Bobby had their eyes glued to her tightly-wrapped butt until she disappeared down the hall to the restrooms. Then they glanced at the blond, who was smiling and shaking her head.

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

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

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

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

"Hey guys, thanks again for the drinkable. We wanted to give back the gesture but what are you drinking ? I see two empty beer bottles, but what's in the pitcher ?"Her phonation was low and breathy.

"Coke,"Bobby said.

"Coke ?"she said."You kidding me ? How can two Young bozo have as a great deal fun as you're having drinking C ?"

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

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

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

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

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

Bobby and Carl hustled to the table with their glasses and hurler. Soon Brunette returned carrying a tray with two beers, a pitcher of nose candy and some credit card cups.

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

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

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

"We're concern cleaning lady,"Summer said with a wink.

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

"No, it's my veridical name. My mother is a hangover hippy."

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

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

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

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

"You're very perceptive,"Bree said.

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

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

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

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

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

They all laughed. The ice had been thoroughly broken. The guys had inadvertently made Summer's nighttime, and they could tell that Bree was proud of her hot mom. They all went on to learn about each former. Bobby and Carl told them about their college twenty-four hours and car tripper and jobs and their occasional nighttime out. Summer lived alone in a small star sign three blockage from the bar, and worked at the VA hospital and taught yoga and aerobics. Bree was twenty-one and was visiting for the long weekend. She lived in New York City where she had a day job at an art museum while she tried to make it as a dancer.

The night turned out to be a blast. They drank all the rum and danced and changed married person several times. Bobby sat in with the striation on a mates line and slow-danced with Bree and summertime. He loved the smell and smell of both, and the touch of their tit against his pectus, and was pretty sure it was no accident when their knee found their way gently between his thighs.

The eye tangency they made, the smiling they shared, and the open conversation they had over respective hours made this a special night. But as is often the case when there are two guys and two fille, it can be awkward not knowing the next unspoiled whole tone. It seemed to be clicking on all levels, but as the Night wound down, Bobby wondered where it would go next.

-- --

After the 3rd set, Bree and summer went to the wash room together. This is it, Bobby thought.

"So, who gets the old dame ?"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 Lester Willis Young. Bree's twenty-one. What, maybe thirty-nine or forty ?"

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

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

-- --

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

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

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

"Mom, are you ready for this ?"

"I think so."

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

"On and off. Mostly off."

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

"I know."

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Neither do I."

-- --

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

"Do you desire to come back to the menage ?"Summer said directly to Carl.

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

public 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 15 groundwork ahead of Bree and Bobby so each couple had a bit of privacy as they made their way to the firm.

When they were about a one-half pulley away Bree took Bobby's bridge player and a few strides later pointed to a blank bungalow with brown trimness, with a porchlight illuminating a recollective specify porch and a fine-trimmed hedge in front.

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

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

They watched Summer and Carl climb the three gradation onto the porch and saw her mom fumble with her Key and unlock the threshold. 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 hand behind her forefront and pulled her face to his. Their mouths had barely met for a second before their lips parted and they were tasting lingua. Bree's sleeve went around him, one hand on his back and the early on his ass, and she pulled him close. As they kissed they heard Summer and Carl entering the family and the storm threshold closed with a bang, then reopened. The porchlight flickered on and off several times.

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

Bree and Bobby broke into laugh, ending their kiss.

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

"The number 1 of many,"Bobby said, and he kissed her again, not as long this time.

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

They entered the firm. Carl and Summer were in the kitchen, still dancing around each other a slight 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 hand and whispered,"Do you want tea…or me ?"

"I want Bree,"he said.

She pulled him down the lobby. She showed him where the lavatory was and then opened the threshold opposite."Wait for me in here, I'll be ripe back."

Bree went back to the kitchen.

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

"Oh, okey, I understand,"summertime said."You sure you don't need something before you go to bed ? Orange succus, an energy drink, a Vitamin B shot ?"

"No, I think we're fine."

"All right hand. Try to hold 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 childhood bedroom and piddling had changed. There were memorial tablet on the wall for gymnastics and saltation, and picture of her in action. One framed photo on the dresser caught his stake and he picked it up to analyze it more closely. It was an eight by ten photo of Bree on leg, under the visible light, dancing on the bantam lead of her toes with her hands luxuriously above her head, her sexy bod dressed in a white frilly ballet skirt, white leggings and skimpy ballet slippers.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Are you ready ?"Bree finally asked.

"All quick,"Bobby replied.

"Are you naked ?"she said.

Bobby pushed his trouser down below his genu."Yes,"he replied.

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

Music started playing softly and Bobby saw Bree's arm extend out from the closet and set the sound on the dresser. It sounded familiar but Bobby didn't know squat about ballet. Then Bree breezed into the room on her toes…en pointe…with her arms in a circle high above her head, dancing gracefully to the strings, back and forth and around him in the small space. She wore concert dance slippers and frilly panties, and nothing else except for the thin gold anchor ring pierced through the mamilla of her perky medium-sized breasts.

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

Bree's custody were no longer high in the air. She was improvising now, running her hired man over her chassis, cupping her tit, inside her panties, along the cracking of her ass.

She came down on mat metrical foot a few column inch in figurehead of him. She took his cock in her hand.

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

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

He put his fingers inside her step-in and slip them down to the level. Her pussy backtalk glistened in the gentle light. He pulled her finisher and leaned his face into her inclination, sporty 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 pitcher softly into his face.

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

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

The punishing chair had no give, each of Bree's downwards push ended with a sudden splat. Soon Bobby's sweaty ass was sliding around on the wooden rear end. He put the fingers of one mitt in the crack of Bree's ass and the other arm around her amphetamine rachis and stood up. With his jean around his mortise joint and his dick stuck like a fulcrum into her hungry twat he waddled over to put his knees on the edge of the bed. He wriggled their bodies up onto the bed, and with Swan Lake playing softly in the background, Bobby started fucking her like a man on a foreign mission. Bree dug her finger into Bobby's back and rammed her groin into his.

The bed was a squeak. It creaked loudly with each dip, the springs straining under the force of their making love. The screechy sound bounced off the bedroom walls and all Bobby could reckon about was how Summer and Carl had to hear it back in the kitchen while they were having their tea. Bree didn't seem to worry or notice.

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

"Put it in me as bass as you can and deem it for a sec,"she hissed.

He pushed his peter as deeply as he could into her wet socket and stopped. Then he felt her stage twist beneath him and her snatch tightened down and put pressure level around his shaft like a powered vise.

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

"I'm hugging you,"she said.

Bobby looked under him at her leg. They were twisted tightly together like the wire in a coaxal cable system, thus winching her pussycat into a clenched fist.

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

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

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

They fucked hard, they sighed and moaned along with the box bounce, and Bobby's dick moved very short inside Bree's sexy slot. Little by little, with each snaky chance event of their linked breakwater, he felt his cum begin to boil. He instinctively knew that if his spermatozoon could ever make it up through the force wrapped around his peter it was sure to be a whopper.

A mo later Bree came to his saving. As she sung out with a high-pitched trill her cuckoo unsnatched from around his stuffed nitty-gritty and she came, unleashing a wet wave of cum. Their starting time time together and their climax were almost simultaneous : Bobby continued fucking her and after only three or four more than strokes into her wet, unfastened gash, his seed 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 face and she was grinning ear-to-ear. He smiled too.

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

-- --

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

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

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

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

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

Another silence.

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

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

Thirty seconds Sir Thomas More of silence.

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

"How do you have intercourse I don't ?

"I don't know. Do you ?"

"No. There's not clip and I meet so many assholes with massive self it's not Worth the trouble. There are a half XII backstage romances going on in every production I've been in. They hit on me all the meter. It gets to be a drag. It's nice to be dwelling house ; to meet person normal for a change."

"Ah…"

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

"No."

"Good."

Sir Thomas More silence.

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

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

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

He worked his way down, and he shifted his consistence around gradually as he moved his backtalk over her warm damp flesh, to her planate tummy, teasing around her already-fucked kitty, to her interior thighs, kissing her knees, calves, shinbone, ankles. He took his clip kissing the soh of her feet. Then he licked her right big toe, and sucked it deep into his mouth.

"What are you doing ?"Bree asked.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Despite their bunglesome view Bobby did his salutary to fuck Bree's face as she blew him and he kept trying to suck in the paint off of her toenails. By the clip he finished sucking all of her toes she had not yet had another orgasm but his gumshoe felt like a balloon about to burst. He reconfigured their bodies a second fourth dimension, stretching and straightening into a more well-off sixty-nine position. With her mouth now a warm, cosy glove around his pompous foul-up he split her delectable lips with is glossa and tasted her tangy twat and sucked her sanguine clit into his mouth.

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

Bobby knew his cum would soon be on the rise so he gave Bree's clit one more than John R. Major power suck, eliciting another shrill, stifled yell from her cock-filled oral cavity. Then he went to work with his natural language, licking and slashing like a viper in heating on her spread lips and her upright organ.

Bree's snatch exploded in his expression. Bobby was shocked by the forcefulness of it, but was it for him, because of him ? Or was it a pent-up tankful, finally being emptied ? He didn't have a great deal sentence to think about it because his mouth and anterior naris were now flooded and her body writhed as he held her. A second later his body shook and he came in her mouth, and her lips stayed on him, rush after rush, until he was done.

-- --

After respective minutes basking in the coal of their heat energy they took crook in the lavatory to perform their bedtime ablutions. Bree went first and when she returned she handed her toothbrush to Bobby. He brushed his dentition and washed up and then searched the medicine storage locker. He found a tube of skin application and gently rubbed some into each position of his cock, hoping to excuse the tenderness of his fresh, raw light touch burns.

It was getting pretty late. Bobby climbed back into bed and curled his arms around Bree so their naked soundbox were touching in as many post as potential. The air in the way smelled of lewd, leftover do it but their buss were minty smart until they fell off to sleep.

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

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

She sucked him hard and dug her digit into his ass. He only winced a yoke multiplication from the discomfort on his scape. Soon he moaned and groaned and wriggle and shook and busted his nut. Bree kept her mouth glued to his warm gun as he came and swallowed nearly of it but still had a taste when she kissed him.

"commodity morning !"she said.

"trade good morning to you. Now it's my turn."

Bobby put his head between her legs and buried his back talk into her cooch and started eating. He held her tail in his hands and she locked her legs around his cervix and fucked his face for several hour. When she relaxed her grip Bobby rose up onto her. Bree brought her legs up until they were resting on her articulatio humeri giving him entire access. Another turn-on, he thought, thanks to her dancer flexibility. With his side tacky from sweat and jizz he slipped his re-hardened cock into her deeper than ever and gave her an intense, bed-banging, duple orgasm, proper estimable aurora 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 near believe it !"

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

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

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

"Where's Carl ?"

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

"How did it go ?"

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

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

A moment later Bobby breezed into the kitchen.

"Good morning, Summer,"he said energetically.

"goodness first light Bobby."

After they shared a few other 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 room access and kissed him goodbye on the nominal head porch.

-- --

Bree was watching for Bobby when he pulled up in forepart of the family rightfulness 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 waiting up."

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

Bobby watched Bree jog toward him, thinking Damn !, why does she have to be in New York ? She looked marvelous in a long-sleeved disgraceful attire with a zipper all the way down the front from the top to the hem at mid-thigh. As she scurried across the social movement 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 handbag and sweater on the rear end and leant to open Bobby a buss on the lips.

Bobby had searched around to see if there was some kind of saltation performance going on somewhere in town that he could call for her to but there was none to be found. This didn't really bother him because the pair hours they would get spent sitting in seats watching the show was a match hours he could not expend talking to her, getting to know her better, laughing with her, or trying to get her nude. So he would make her to dinner and they would wing it from there.

The even was a demolish success. dinner was at Flounder Fred's, a popular seafood eating place. They had to wait for a table but that was cool, they had a couple drinks and were estimable and unleash by the meter they got a table. Dinner was delicious and the conversation was even zestier. They talked about the night before : coming together at the bar, partying, laughing, going to bed together, the sex, the horizontal en pointe. By the clip 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 offset ?"Bree asked, and pulled the zipper down six in, teasing him with cleavage.

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

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

-- --

Bobby tried to beg off of brunch, thinking it may be form of awkward. Bree told him no, it's okay, don't worry, they're cool. She picked up her telephone set and called her female parent. Summer agreed and welcomed him.

They met at an upscale eating place near the university. Bree and Bobby wore their same dress from the night before but they had cleaned up existent nice. summer looked fabulous in a red annulus and a navy blue craw top. And Bobby thought Ella, who was Summer's mother and Bree's grandma, looked pretty damn good too. He figured she had to be late fifties, but she looked ten or twelve geezerhood younger. She was cut like her girl and granddaughter and looked in excellent physical body. And she definitely looked like an old hippy in a flowery embroidered peasant dress and farseeing blonde/gray hair pulled back in a ponytail spring by rubber bands about every three or four inches down her back.

The women ordered mimosas while Bobby had a bloody mary. Brunch was whatever they wanted. They could select from eggs any-which-way, flapcake, waffles, crepe paper, ham, bacon, gritstone, shekels, sweetness, you name it. Bobby pigged out and listened while the ladies did most of the talking. He thought Ella seemed to be more like Bree than like Summer : The free-wheeling, ad-libbing, winging-it, artsy fartsy type. Summer seemed a little more conventional.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Mother and daughter talked. Be careful, keep in mite, call me when you get in, undecomposed luck on your hearing, don't forget to blah blah bombast. Then they all exchanged contact information and promised to remain in contact. Then they called Bree's train.

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

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

"Sure,"he said, doubting it would ever pass off.

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 bounder, picked up her bag and walked out to her train.

-- --

On the drive back to her house, Bobby realized it was the first time he'd been person-to-person with Summer. He wanted to attain conversation but wasn't sure what to say. He didn't want to be too trite and he didn't want to go too cockamamy.

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

"Oh, it depends on her schedule,"she said."Her day job is predictable, but the saltation is all over the situation, feast or shortage. It can be a wonk. I doubt she'll make it for the vacation if she's in a yield again this year."

"You have to hand it to her. She's following her ambition. 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 happy and do what you love. She never wavered ; she worked job and saved her money. A week after she graduated from high up schooling she packed two big pocketbook and got on the train."

"You encouraged her, that's good,"Bobby said."I wish my parents had done that. They always had a plan for me, to be practical, go to college, get a grade and get a good 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 full. They did what they thought was right. But my talents and aptitude are in music and nontextual matter and I have a line of work grade. So I work in sales event and play music part time. Bree is doing what she loves, pursuing that dream. I admire that, almost envy it. You have encouraged her to go for it and that is heavy. You're a good mother, Summer."

"Thank you,"she said."My mother had me vernal ; she became pregnant in her elder year of gamy schooltime. My father was a pothead who was seldom around. And then I did the same affair. I got knocked up in my senior year."

"high school sweetheart ?"

"Yeah, an eighteen-year-old truelove who turned into a twenty-year-old loser. I know the struggles my Mom went through and I know the struggle I went through. I tried intemperate to swot two thoughts into Bree's head : abide by your aspiration and don't get knocked up."

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

"We leaned on each other a lot when she was growing up. My female parent was a big service, but it was just the two of us about of the time. We were closelipped. I was her practiced friend as well as her mother."

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

Bobby drove with his middle straight ahead but his peripheral sight 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 relationship was likely doomed. He liked summer too, and since he had received Bree's go-ahead he had no guilt about pursuing her. But he didn't know how, and didn't want to amount off like a jerk. Fortunately summertime bailed him out.

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

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

-- --

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

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

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

"How did you get into that ?"

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

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

"I assist the doctor with exam and testing and surgery and patient care."

"That sounds interesting."

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

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

Summer cracked up and laughed so hard she spilled hot tea on the tabular array."You are so corny !"she said. Bobby chuckled and mopped up the spate 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 misapprehension once and won't again. The oculist in charge is cool ; His epithet is Richard, he's older and very knowledgeable and very dedicated. But most of the doctor are optometrist who come to the clinic to work for a year or two after they get out of shoal because it was percentage of the business deal they made when they accepted their assignment or scholarship or whatever. near are spoiled bratwurst who can't time lag to finish their commitment so they can go out and form the big dollar and open a Pearle Vision or something."

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

"Can I ask you something ?"he said.

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

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

"Neither did I."

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

"Yes."

"You did ?"

"Yes. Are you coming on to me ?"

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

Summer laughed."What about Bree ?"

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

"Okay, I get it."

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

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

"You and Bree were a even chance for me. I think you both are smoking hot."

Bobby moved a little closer to her on the couch.

"May I kiss you ?"he asked.

"Yes,"she said without hesitation.

Bobby put his mouth to summertime's and her lip parted, allowing his tongue to enter her back talk. Her lips were soft and absorbed his, and it felt like all four meshed into one. Their lingua did a sexy samba and he put his arms around her and held her close. He probed her sass and it felt declamatory to him and he thought to himself that she probably knew how to use it. Her tongue was participating too, exploring and tasting him. When they finally parted they both smiled.

"That was decent,"summer said.

"Yes it was,"Bobby agreed.

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

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

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

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

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

"give me a match of days,"she said.

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

-- --

That evening Bree called Summer to let her live that she'd had a shine ride and had made it back safely.

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

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

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

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

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

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

"I wanted to tattle to you first. To make for certain you were okay with it."

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

"He's a dependable kisser."

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

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

-- --

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

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

"Okay."

"Would you like to get dinner with me Saturday dark ?"

"Yes, that would be nice."

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

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

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

-- --

Bobby showed up on time. He knew right wing away that it was going to be a upright night. He was barely inside the doorway when, with a XVI inch pizza box and two salads in his handwriting, summer planted a quick, major kiss on his lips, and slid her teasing lingua in and out from between them quickly.

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

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

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

They did, and summertime had set it up nicely. There was a simulated log burning in the hearth and several nose candles lighted in the room, the ambiance patent. They sat on the sofa together and they both knew why they were there. They made idle chatter for a couple minutes. Then Bobby looked around and took it all in : the ignition, the flaming, the candela, the mood.

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

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

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

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

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

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

Bobby slid over skinny to her. With their dead body touching he put one arm around her back and the other on her hip and kissed her. Her sassing parted and her eubstance immediately relaxed into his, and pulling him airless she kissed him, first with lenify tonguing but soon with a suction, barbarian intensity level. They were making out in no time.

Bobby's deal climbed from her hip to her breast, and summertime's hand found his intimate thigh. He thumbed her firm nipple while he palmed her diffused tit through the framework. She sighed from his jot, and her hand groped for his burgeoning hammer. He moved his mouth to her neck and smelling her sugariness, pernicious aroma he sucked a wad of her skin into his back talk. She wrapped her digit around his dick through his denim and felt its stiffness. He kissed her chest above her tits and pulled the white fabric parenthesis and put his sassing around her nipple.

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

He sucked her mammilla and she moaned. She rubbed his turncock and he groaned. Bobby pushed his dick into her hand, his groyne telling her yes, require it. With one helping hand she unzipped him and slipped her prospicient fingers inside his bloomers and ran her fingertips along the duration of it. Bobby's helping hand was now in her crotch ; her branch closed tightly around it and he could feel the warmth of her pussy. Summer yanked on his belt and loosened it, then managed to unsnap his jeans. Her hand dive down and surrounded his balls.

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

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

Summer loved having her titties sucked. For her it was the preliminary to everything and made everything better. Even though Bobby's cock was now hard and long 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 over her into sexual jelly. Bobby plastered his lips around her left hand pap and suckled like a starved child.

"Oh God, yes,"Summer blurted.

Bobby rubbed her twat and Summer tried to sleep together his manus. With his mouth doing a Hoover on her mamilla and her right bridge player in his hairsbreadth, she reached down with her left to where his deal was already heavy at work. Her pants had a drawstring tie and a three-inch zipper and were already weaken. With a unruffled one-two she untied and unzipped, giving Bobby's hand total entree. Then she took his handwriting and fed four finger into her and started vigorously fucking them. She kept her helping hand over his to nominate 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 finger's breadth 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 undulation in a long-winded chop.

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

Bobby hesitated but Summer pushed his clinched 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 Sir Thomas 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 traffic, and with her bridge player on his forearm she kept driving it into her. He sucked her tit without restraint, alternating left and right, not playing favorites, wanting to please her like no man ever had. His cock was an atomic number 26 track, and soon her hand returned to grip its girth, but he knew his gratification could wait.

Summer crammed tit into his mouth and humped his deal, and Bobby sucked with level best ruck. Bobby's fist swung inside her like a clumsy, punch-drunk boxer throwing otiose puncher in deep water, but she keened in nervy pleasure with each dip. The legs of the lounge squeaked with their movements.

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

Bobby bit playfully into her tit, eliciting another happy, reedy bitch. His spittle slickened her tegument and ran down his chin. lather 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 butch broke. Her body shook and Bobby felt the heated boot surround his paw. Her ass was on the edge of the couch and when her cum oozed out it dripped down her thigh and onto the carpet.

Bobby switched from sucking pungency to sweet candy kiss as she released. Gradually her trembles eased into easy cramp until finally her busy genital organ rested. Then she pulled his arm and he watched her vagina widen as his hand reemerged.

His fist looked like a overwhelm fetus. He opened and closed his bridge player several times and flexed his digit. He rubbed the muck into summertime's leg. He looked up at her face and she wore a tolerant smile.

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

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

"This big lad has been affected role,"she said, squeezing his peter."It's time to study care of him."

She pushed him back on the sofa and spun herself around to face him. She took off his shoes and pulled his pants the rest of the way off, folded them and put them aside. She spread his ramification apart and knelt on the story between them.

"Ugh,"she groaned, as her genu 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 mouthpiece. Then she sucked his hardened peter in between her lips.

She had one helping hand on his balls and the other on his ass. Then with a little maneuvering of backtalk and backtalk she soon had all eight inches of his anxious cock embedded into her pass. She was rusty, she knew, and he was kind of large, but she wanted to do her unspoiled to make it good for him, the way he had for her. She hoped she wouldn't gag.

No vexation. Bobby came in about thirty seconds. He'd been holding it back the entirely time he was tit-sucking and fist-fucking. With a muffled yowl his cum roiled and exploded up through him like a busted pipe. summer pinched his ass cheeks as if to squeeze out every fall. She kept her mouth mashed around his vibrating peter until the simmering goal of his throes. Cum escaped from the quoin of her mouth when she smiled up at him.

-- --

They had their implements of war around each other on the sofa, and shared intermittent kisses, their bodies naked and spent, temporarily at least. They didn't public lecture ; they basked in the wake of their sex, recovering. Bobby was felicitous that Summer wasn't a adult female who talked too very much, he wasn't in the mood for yakking. He was biding time, still kittenish. He wanted to fuck her.

After a while he initiated another kiss and while their glossa flirted he eased her onto her back on the sofa. He spread her legs and got on his knee between them. He grabbed her hips and yanked her organic structure to him, and she yelped as he scooted her ass up onto his chest. Her legs were now over his shoulders, her crotch in his face. He supported the cheeks of her ass with his palms and pulled her muffin to his mouth. He kissed her thighs and licked the lips of her kitty-cat, which was open to him. She seemed shy at first, but reached uphill for him, and her fingertips found the hair on his wobbling read/write head.

His tongue painted the soft, wet airfoil of her sass for several minutes before he plunged his knife into her pussy. Summer oohed and scrunched up but it still felt release to Bobby. So he sucked onto her swollen clit. That got her attention.

She locked her pegleg around his headway and pushed her middle into his face. He felt the soften firmness of her magic bean in his mouth and took it deep, wanting to suck another sexual climax out of her before he mounted her, entered her and gave her a commodity pounding and another blastoff of his liquid dearest. She squeaked when he slipped his eye finger into her asshole. With the heighten grip he was able to move her ass around and even closer, and her pussy was flush smooch against his face. With each sucking and each grind of her groin her prepare penis filled to a greater extent of his mouth and his digit filled more of her asshole.

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

For a shortstop clock time longer they rocked together, Bobby swallowing saliva in between sucking on her pecker, and Summer's secretion oozing, her pussy now an overflowing swamp getting ready for the flash flood. Then the dam broke.

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

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

"Yes, fuck me !"she blurted.

She put her arms around his cervix and squeezed him pie-eyed and pulled him close and kissed him, jamming her clapper into his sass where her puff up clit had just been.

Attached by their locked lips, his crank in her shaft and his fingerbreadth up her ass, they started rocking the house. Bobby pounded her like he was trying to tap her into the basement and as he did she grunted with each thrust and pinched her finger's breadth into his neck opening. He wondered if the sofa wouldn't have to have the bolts on its peg tightened after this. Summer's pegleg were soon clutched around his, constricting, and her cunt was sucking his pulsating pecker as it drilled her. Minute after sweaty minute she offered every square in of her twat to him as he fucked her.

They both grunted with each knife thrust of their genitals and fucked like they both needed it. Bobby became distracted for a second and summer must sustain noticed because she squinched him tighter and rammed her cunt into him even harder. His mind had wandered when he briefly thought of Bree.

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

She felt him tense up so she knew he was set up to blow. She made one final power suck of his tongue into her throat and squeezed his buttocks as hard as she could. She grinded her asshole grueling and deep onto his finger. Bobby answered by wiggling it and trying to pry a secondment finger in.

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

"Yes,"he said.

"pass on 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 prick into her as deep as he could and did the same with his fingerbreadth up her ass. She was stroking her clit and swinging her jetty hoping to descend with him.

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

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

-- --

Bobby got dressed while Summer reheated the pizza pie. It was ten-thirty by this time. They ate quickly and then Summer did her best to scavenge up the cum puddles on the carpet and sofa. She didn't ask him to drop the night but she gave him a infernal region of a good-night kiss at the room access. Bobby figured she liked fucking him but wasn't quite ready to wake up with him in the morning.

They got into the routine of hooking up every other Thursday evening ; these were the days Bobby was in the area with his employment. He'd go to Summer's house after employment around five-thirty, they'd have a drinking or two, some dinner and then originate making out and go to the chamber and roll in the hay. And they'd nookie and suck as many different ways as they could until around ten o'clock. Then they'd kiss undecomposed dark and Bobby would beat back home, and they would both waken up in their own beds and be gear up for work in the morning.

This went on for several month. Every two weeks they'd have dinner, crapulence and each early. No particular date, no dinners out, no going to the movies. Just eat, drinkable and go to bed. Bobby could see that summertime was trying to hold it insouciant and not get too attached. He was just a upkeep shtup for her, he knew that. But he was okay with it because he knew from the get-go 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 Th night, right after a rip-roaring sixty-nine where they both came simultaneously into one another's brass, Summer surprised him with a question.

"Are you busybodied Saturday ?"she asked.

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

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

"A company ? 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 mass I work with. There will be a lot of shop talk, about orb 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 sleazy doc hitting on you, huh ?"

"Something like that. I know individual 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 international but the political party's inside, draw of food and beer and wine. It starts around four o'clock and we'll be home by eight or nine. wearing apparel is very casual."

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

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

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

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

"Sure."

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

"Okay."

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

-- --

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

Summer was right about the work talk. After a while the doctors and techs, maybe seven or eight altogether had congregated on one side with Richard holding motor inn, and the rest of the guests were scattered in small groups. Bobby diligently stood by, not saying much once the technical foul talk started, and fetched drunkenness, which were going down gentle for both of them.

As Bobby listened he became more and more impressed with Summer as he heard her speak. Her noesis was incredible. It was impossible to tell who was the tech and who was the MD. She held her own with the snotty physician and didn't hesitate to hold her ground and disagree with them on a few occasion. And whenever they turned to Richard to get back it, Summer was always right, her obvious knowledge on full display.

dinner party was an potpourri of burgers and dogs and chicken and a potpourri of salads. And more beer, wine and workshop talk of course. Bobby ended up having a pretty adept time : free people solid food, justify beer and he was very proud of summer. And he told her so on the drive back to her house.

"damn, Summer, that was telling. You really know your shit !"

"What ?"she asked.

"I was proud of you back there. You know a lot Sir Thomas More than those hoity-toity MD. Over and over you were correct and they didn't know what the hell they were talking about. I could tell Richard was impressed too."

"Really ?"

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

"Yeah, right."

"I'm serious ! You should search into it. You've had college and old age of experience. There must be some advanced placement trial you can take…"

"God, that could take years."

"So what, the metre will pass anyway, right ? And you already know more than to the highest degree of those bozos you're working with, you'll probably breeze right through ! And another thing…"

"What's that ?"

"Listening to all that medicinal technological ophthalmic doctor talk has got me horny as Hades !"He put his hand between her legs.

She removed his hand from her crotch."Down Boy, waiting till we get habitation. keep back your centre on the road."

"I can't delay. I've never gone to bed with a Dr. before !"

-- --

That Nox they had the unfounded sex ever. Bobby was on a roll. He was strong-growing and talked dirty and they fucked the mother fucker out of each other. He peppered his monologues with ‘ Doctor this'and ‘ Doctor that'in between his kisses and clout and suction and fucks. He told summer he never knew a doctor could be such a skilful fuck and how he never knew physician kitty-cat could taste so good. He rimmed her butthole and told her how much he liked her Doctor of the Church ass. And doc give good read/write head too, he said.

In between her sigh and moans of pleasance summer told him legion fourth dimension to knock off the doctor talk.

"Sure, Doc,"he said.

Bobby ended up spending the Nox and waking up with Summer for the beginning and solitary metre. In the morn he woke up with a retentive, firmly erection.

"good morning, Doctor,"he said. summer's cheek curled into mock annoying."I need a Dr.'s care."

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

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

"wellspring, maybe we should require you to the exigency way,"she said playfully.

"No, I think it needs quick aid !"

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

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

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

-- --

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

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

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

"How's she doing ?"Bobby asked.

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

"Is it a big firm ?"

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

"Energy she consume an extension phone run ?"

"I think she does. Why ?"

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

"You will ?"

"Sure. Can she wait until side by side 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 favor to my sexy eye doctor."

"You're too very 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 contact so quickly with the Young man her granddaughter Bree had brought to brunch.

-- --

Bobby wasn't looking forward to getting up early on a Sat to go clear tight, smelly rain gutters. He had surprised himself by volunteering. But he would do it, a dainty gesture for a nice woman, the female parent of his aged lover and newest favorite ‘ physician ’.

He woke up early Saturday and dressed in his worst wearing apparel : Ratty denim, sweatshirt, livid air sock and an old pair of sneakers, ready for sordid work. He wanted to get an betimes start because the forecast called for rainwater by the good afternoon. On the way he stopped by a store and bought some threatening trash udder and rubber gloves.

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

Ella had been watching for him and came out to greet him. Bobby couldn't believe how proficient she looked. He watched her pace toward his car, her late-fifties body looking slim and shipshape and much untried in broken-in Matthew's and a liberate white blouse. Her blonde-gray hair was in a lace ponytail that hung down her back.

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

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

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

He lugged the ladder outside. He started with the gamey sewer naturally. He set up the run, put on his baseball mitt and grabbed a mitt trowel and a scum bag and climbed up. The gutters were filled with rancid stinky putrid leaves and snails and muck and SOB. He grabbed the shit, raked the shit, and scooped the tinker's dam into bags. He went up and down the ladder legion times. He moved the run around, dragged the bags up and down and pulled the protracted garden hose up top to charge pee through the trough to clean house them out. He went around the whole household cleaning out the gutter and filling bagful with stinky goop.

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

He'd been stunk up with art object of crappy roof toilet funk all daybreak long, all over his clothes, his boldness, in his hair. But now he was covered with mud too. He pulled down the ladder and moved it back where he'd found it. He put the trash bags of goo by the side of the service department under the eave. By then he looked like a dirty drenched river rat. He went into the garage and knocked on the kitchen door.

"cum on in,"Ella called.

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

"Oh my good !"she said,"You poor matter. hold one moment, I'll be right back."She returned in thirty sec and handed him a towel and a robe."Get undressed and put this on. Then I'll cast off your clothes in the washer.

He happily did as he was told. He stripped down to cypher, toweled off and wrapped the robe around his consistence. He carried his saturated clothes into the kitchen. Ella was in the adjacent washables room getting the washing machine ready.

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

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

Bobby ran the pee hot and scrubbed himself top to fathom with bone soap. He shampooed his hair until it squeaked. He didn't have a comb so his hair stayed a wet, tangled mess. He put the robe on and tied it around him. It was a few sizes too small for him. He went back to the kitchen self-aware about how only a slim down bed of terry cloth material was all that covered his naked trunk and freshly-washed penis.

Ella was putting the final touches on luncheon : tuna salad on toast, soup, chip and lemonade.

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

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

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

They cleared the mesa and put the saucer in the dishwasher. They stood at the sink and stared out the window and watched streams of rainwater flow across the shabu pane. The storm had increased in loudness with voiceless rain, stiff wind and roar.

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

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

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

"A Bloody Blessed Virgin ?"

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

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

"Yes. Would you like one ?"

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

"stopping point enough,"she said.

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

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

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

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

They took their seats on the lounge. As he sat Bobby had to reach down to his crotch to slightly reposition his newly-awakened phallus. He hoped that Ella hadn't noticed, but he also knew she was a mortal who didn't miss much. They sipped their drinks and began talking.

beginning, they talked about Ella's nursing home. Bobby told her how nice 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 seclusion fence enclosing the back yard had a phone number of split or missing slat, but that would be an well-to-do fix and he'd be glad to consider care of it for her.

Ella opened up about her friend, the man Summer had mentioned to him. His name was Al and they were faithful companions for years. He used to take care of all the outside job but he died the year before of a heart attack. She felt lost sometimes ; stuck in electroneutral when it came to the grounds.

After about half an time of day of chatter Ella touched his bridge player again, sending another ice up his forearm and down to his groin.

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

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

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

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

"Thank God for the little things."She handed the lucifer to him and added,"Here, light the wax light in the bread and butter elbow room. I'll be right back. I'm going to pull your clothes out of the dryer and put them on hangers to dry. I don't be intimate how foresighted the power will be out."

Bobby took a healthy gulp of his drink and then topped off his methamphetamine. He lighted the candles in the living elbow room. The afternoon was dark-skinned and stormy outside and the flickering flames gave the way a cozy, more intimate feel.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

They looked at each other in the soft, wavering light and both had subtle, amused smile on their faces. Bobby realized that in the utmost XXX or forty seconds their fundamental interaction had suddenly made a titan leap and crossed some sort of pedigree. He didn't know what line it was but he could feel it, a new point of intimacy had been reached. He looked her over again and liked what he saw. Her white top did not seem to be as unaffixed as it was before. Her jeans held snuggery to her slim ramification and showed wear on her knees, stern and crotch. She had gotten rid of her shoes. He was seated inches away from her and was wearing her robe and aught else. He felt a fuss down below. He thought of Bree and her scissor-fucking and her limber legs practically wrapped around her own head, and drilling her juicy, open twat. Then of summertime, fisting her, and their bi-weekly sustentation shtup. But here he was now, practically nude and seated succeeding to Ella, and he couldn't believe the thoughts he was having. He was imagining all the things he wanted to do with her.

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

"You're welcome. And it's not so bad inside, with a Nice tiffin, good potable and good company. And I'll come following Saturday and mend 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 refreshed nails."

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

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

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

"Uh, another relinquish lunch. More damn Virgin Mary. More vital conversation."

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

"well, that's my Leontyne Price. Unless we can think of something else,"he said. Ella's oculus were wide and unintimidated and locked into his.

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

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

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

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

Bobby went into the kitchen and put the glasses on the countertop. Rain pounded on the window above the sink. He dug ice cubes out from the freezer and tonged them into the glasses. He shook the V-8 bottle vigorously and was pouring the red mix into the glasses when Ella came to the sideboard and stood next to him. She reached down and picked up her spyglass, 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 big H baby boomer shook the theatre. She put her script on his forearm and pulled gently. He pivoted to face her and they looked at each former in the dim light.

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

"No, tell me,"he replied.

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

She pulled his arm closer to her as she moved closer to him. She leaned her case to his and kissed him on the lips. Any angst she'd had about it was erased immediately. Bobby's lips parted and his tongue instantly searched for hers. Her other hand was soon on his hip and his weapon system were halfway around her back. Their tongue did sonant vortex and twirls, each exploring a blade new mouth, and their first candy kiss lingered on. Her fingers dug into his skin through the thin cloth of her gown and his helping hand explored her lower back. His penis grew between his legs.

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

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

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

"Almost twenty-six."

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

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

"Oh, really ? And what does that stand for ?"

"It means we should kiss whomever we want ; fifty-eight, twenty-eight, twenty-six, whatever."He pulled her a slight closer and put his bridge player on her nerve."Besides, you look a lot vernal than that. It's obvious where Bree's and Summer's foxy peeress genes came from."

He pulled her capitulum to his and kissed her. Their lips spread apart in unison and their mouths were open up for clientele. He pulled her tightly against him with one deal in the small of her backbone and the other on her ass. Bobby's cock was hard and Ella felt it pressing against her. It had been quite a spell for her and her mind was a whirlwind of confusion wondering what the Hades she was doing and imagining what it would find 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 spit doing a aphrodisiac dance, Ella's digit found the string on her robe and she pulled on it. The gown loosened, then opened, and she found his engorged cock with her hand. She gripped her fingers around its girth and stroked him and they kissed even harder.

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

He unhooked her lacy bra and admired her upper berth body : it was thin and her skin was tight but for a duo fine wrinkles on her flatbed abdomen. Her shoulders and arms were toned, not too skinny, and her breast were small-to-medium size with minimal sag. There was a low tattoo of a peace sign just above her proper breast. Summer had been right : her mom was a hippie holdover. A very aphrodisiac hippy holdover.

With his arms around her he pushed her onto the bed. They kissed passionately for various minutes as their hands roamed over fresh human body. But soon Bobby's lips had moved to other seat. He kissed her neck and licked her ears and sucked the peace of mind signal into his mouthpiece. When he nibbled on her decently mamilla Ella let out a squeaky moan of pleasure.

As he tit-sucked her, playing no favorites between the two, he started working on her jeans. She helped him as honest she could and soon she had squirmed out of them almost of the way. With her dungaree and panties now at her articulatio talocruralis, Bobby moved down to the foot of the bed and pulled them off the rest of the way. He spread her peg and knelt between them. He took his first aspect at her slit. It was hirsute, but neatly trimmed, and wet.

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

"I want to please you,"he said.

"You already have."

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

"Oh my God,"she stammered.

He licked her lips and lipped her clit and she squirmed as if her nerve endings were on overburden. He gripped the cheek of her ass tightly to stabilize her fork as he drilled his mouth into it. It helped a small but still her twat was a moving target.

"Are you okay ?"he asked.

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

"You want me to stop ?"

"God, no !"

Bobby went back to work. He held her ass firm and plastered his mouth to her sashay member. He sucked away and squeezed her buttocks. Slowly he felt her relax and her movements fell in rhythm with his. For several minutes they worked together like this, her genitals pushed against his face, him sucking her clit, his spit tasting her Tang dynasty and his nostrils breathing in her musky scent.

His dick was now a brick. His lips were turning to jelly and his jaws ached. He was ready to hump. He gave her one last John R. Major clit chomp, eliciting a scream from Ella, before he moved up so her saturated pussy lips were kissing the head of his cock. Atop her, he stared into her liquid eyes.

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

"Believe it."

"You're very good-looking. But I'm thirty class older…"

"I still think you're hot."

"shtup my brains out,"she whispered.

Bobby slipped his dick into her dowse cesspool and felt her affectionate wet wall around it, welcoming him in. He started slowly, in and out, familiarizing himself with her cunt and her muscular tissue. He'd get-up-and-go his intact distance into her and then out, in and out, over and over, as they got their timing down. Gradually he picked up the tempo and Ella went with him, they'd go a petty faster and hold it for a while, getting in sync and in tune like a serious music duet. Adagio, then andante, then allegretto, then allegro, and finally Presto !, and they were fucking and bucking like pistons on a runaway train.

Their faces were inches apart as they fucked, their widely, enraptured eyes locked-in. They both grunted with every drive until Bobby kissed her and started stabbing her mouth with his tongue. His deal were on her butt cheeks and his fingers inched toward her bunghole. He wanted to have it off all three of her holes at once.

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

His cum rose up like a prison riot, his sperm fighting to get out. It was an rhapsodic impulse flow and he felt a sting in his rooster as he came ; his little prisoner were burning down the house. He roared as he released. With recapitulate animal milk sickness 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 silence for many minutes. They listened to their breath and felt the gentle heaves of their thorax. The storm outside had let up some and was now just a steady pelting tickling the windowpane.

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

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

Bobby was sitting up in bed when she returned a few transactions later with her manus full. She carried two glasses and a little jar.

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

They sat in bed and sipped their drinks. Well, Ella sipped but Bobby gulped. The V-8 gave him a vitamin jerk. He was pretty sure his hitch tool moved. When his swallow was two-thirds gone he put the methamphetamine on the table on his side of the bed. Ella took another swallow 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 sure as shooting it's not for Pina Coladas."

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

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

She went down on him and stroked his balls with one hand and took his cock into her mouth. Ella was a trashy asshole 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 Lucille Ball as he gently fucked her face.

For several minute 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 affectionate walls of her twat. She started fucking even before he did.

In a fast minute they were in a fucking race chasing after their next orgasm. They pumped in hard, long accident, the head of Bobby's dick aiming for the end of Ella's tunnel. They fucked in determined silence, no moans or groan or dirty lecture, just the close shave of the bed and the twitch of the roof 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 base. She scooped some oil into her handwriting and reached behind her and slipped her oleaginous fingers into her butthole. Then she sloshed Sir Thomas More oil over Bobby's extended pole.

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

"Are you sure ?"

"Positive."She lifted up and shoved a pillow under her can. She spread her cheeks with her digit and her asshole was heart-to-heart for him."Fuck me in the ass."

Bobby put the drumhead of his putz right up to her open fix and pushed. Ella took a deep breathing spell and let out a hoarse sigh when he entered her. He pushed his cock into her.

"Ooh, that feels big,"she said.

"You okay ?"he asked.

"Yes, you ?"

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

"goodness. Now bonk me."She put her finger's breadth on her boggy clit and felt herself.

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

Ella was into it. She was slapping her clit like a bass bowed stringed instrument and pushing her ass into him, matching him thump for thud. Bobby was digging it too, in more ways than one. He drilled her with a passion, will his semen up for another drive out into the barbaric downhearted yonder. He knew he wouldn't last long at the charge per unit he was going so after a couple minutes he slowed his pace.

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

So he did and within five or six more solidus his river was rising. With a tawdry groan and a volcanic quaver his cum surged through his jibe and spurted multiple meter into the thick reaches of Ella's rectum. Even after he'd shooting his last drop he kept his dick embedded in her ass as she frantically worked her tool in an effort to wheedle her unleashing.

After a bit Bobby pulled his cock out of her asshole with a wet, sucking thwap and scooted down the bed. He put his face in her fork and his mouth on her high-sounding putz. Ella ceded it immediately and put her hands on the backbone of his head. She shoved her clit deep into his oral fissure with all her might like she was grinding teeth. Bobby sucked on her clit the Sami way she had sucked his dick : forcefully. He felt the pressure of her athletic groyne on his side and inhaled the funky taste and aroma of her sex. He could sense his own cum on his chin as it seeped out of her asshole.

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

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

-- --

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

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

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

"Oh, please,"she said.

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

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

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

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

"Okay, I promise. I'll have to think of something else,"he said with a smile. He kissed her and took one last taste of her and their knife said a slow down goodbye.

-- --

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

He picked up the fencing material fabric and nails on Fri. Sat was a clear, sunny day so there would be no prospect of falling in the mud and getting trapped inside by a tempest. He showed up at about nine a.m. and went to figure out. He'd only been there for a few mo before Ella noticed. A windowpane opened and she called to him. She asked him to fall inside for a minute.

He went in the rearwards doorway and Ella was standing in the entry to the living way. She was barefoot and was wearing the Saame robe he had worn the Saturday before. Her hair was up on top of her head.

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

"Oh, that's O.K.,"Bobby said, trying not to voice disappointed.

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

"No problem, I understand."

"It's my birthday. She always takes me to lunch for my natal day. 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 whole step finisher. She reached between his peg and took his cock in her hand. She kissed him, and her tongue did a momentary slither in his mouth.

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

She pulled him a couple steps to the sofa. She sat and pulled down his bloomers. His cock was already at entire attention. She kissed it and licked his balls. She took it into her mouth.

The unscathed shebang was over in less than XXX hour. She sucked him to completion and a week's worth of his stored-up cum erupted into her mouth. Then her robe opened and Bobby twirled her onto the couch and buried his side 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 arcminute before he noticed the jar of coconut oil on the umber tabular array. 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 slick, the residue of lubing herself. He oiled his cock and fucked her ass until he came. He withdrew his tool from her ass and inserted in into her drippy pussy and rammed her doggy-style for a couple more minute until she let out a whoop and had another orgasm.

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

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

-- --

Bobby had just finished up and was putting his instrument in the body 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 kiss her or not in social movement of her mother's house, so he didn't even try. She didn't try either.

"Hi, Bobby,"she said.

"Hi, Doc,"he said.

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

"Huh ? What do you mean ?"

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

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

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

"Have fun. And don't toast too many silver wattle !"Bobby said.

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

-- --

Things started to get eldritch after that. The future Thursday would have been Bobby's Nox to see Summer but he couldn't get hold of her. When he finally did pass on her a few days later she was noncommittal and kind of blew him off. That was a outset.

He called Ella and told her the handyman was calling to see if she had any task she needed him to take care of, in the thousand, on the ceiling, or in the sleeping accommodation. She laughed but said although it was tempting she didn't think it was a good melodic theme. Too close for comfort with summertime and everything. Evidently Ella didn't know—or didn't want to have sex -- Bobby had been summer's unfaltering bedmate and summertime didn't want him screwing her mother.

Bobby thought about the last few months with amazement. He had had a baseless weekend with a young hot dancer named Bree. Then he'd had a identification number of unbelievable night with her hot Mom, Doctor summer. And finally a twain violent shoo-in of hippie sex with Ella. Sexually it had been the most fruitful point of his biography. And now suddenly, as if flipping a switch, the rainy time of year was over and he was back in the desert.

He sent an electronic mail to Bree in an travail to entrance up, but they hadn't been in mite for a piece and doubted he would pick up back. Out of spate, out of psyche, you know how that goes.

-- --

Bobby went to ferment every day with his nozzle to the grindstone, trying to forget about his sexcapades. Although he would replay the experiences in his mind, it wasn't that hard to put most of it behind him and just chalk it up to ships passing in the Night. He knew there was no real 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 chance event of destiny ; it would never have happened if he hadn't fallen in the mud and been stranded in her base by the storm and ended up bare wearing her robe. And she needed to get laid and he was there. But it was different with Bree. He thought of her often.

It was about four months later when out of the blue on a Thursday eventide Bobby received a outcry from summer. When he saw her name displayed on his phone he froze for a 2d. He debated whether to let it go to voicemail but he couldn't.

"hullo, summertime ?"he said tentatively.

"Yes, Bobby. How are you ?"

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

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

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

"Oh, she's fine,"Summer said with a chuckle."She's doing well. She is here in town. She's an artist-in-residence for her old terpsichore instructor. They're putting on a song and dancing revue for senior high school day and college students."

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

"No, she still does. She's been commuting back and Forth and staying with me for a few 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 meddling, she's been putting in sixteen hour days. And I think she may have felt funny calling since she had not done a good job of keeping in feeling. Anyway, I wanted to call you in event you would want to know."

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

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

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

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

-- --

Bobby was walking on air for two Clarence Shepard Day Jr.. On Saturday evening he got to the dramaturgy plenty early. He'd made trusted he dressed and looked and smelled secure. He picked up his slate and there was a abbreviated musical note paper-clipped to it. It read : ‘ Hi Bobby, So glad you could come ! meet me at the foot of the stage right after the show. Bree ’.

It was a expectant buttocks. centre section, tertiary row, gangway seat. He looked around the small theater. It seated three or four hundred and had high ceiling, chandeliers and a diminished balcony. There was a band tuning up on one position of the floor. He read through the playbill and saw Bree's figure in a few different places : artist-in-residence, stage dancing, and in several different bit. The show was an olio of strain and dance numbers from Broadway musicals.

The appearance was very professionally done even though most of the performing artist were amateurs. Bobby was particular impressed with the chick named Bree. Not only with her dancing, but her singing ! The girl had a beautiful set of pipework to go along with the relaxation of her which was pretty damn full too. She sang ‘ floorshow'and he felt like she was singing directly to him. It brought the menage down and he had half a hard-on by the time it was over.

After the appearance the lights went up and the hearing streamed toward the buttocks exits but Bobby had a short walk to the stage. Bree was there in seconds, in costume and caked with make-up.

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

"God, Bree, you were enceinte ! What a marvellous show, and I didn't know you could sing like that !"

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

"It shows !"

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

"Absolutely !"

"Great. meet me around back at the stage entrance. open me about fifteen minute of arc, okay ? I need to change and get cleaned up. See ya."She kissed him on the cheek and disappeared backstage.

-- --

Bobby had pulled his car around back and was leaning against the number one wood's door when Bree emerged from the dorsum of the theater. She was a beautiful sight for his sore optic. She wore the same fuddled blue jean and red sweater she'd worn on the nighttime they'd met. The pancake had been washed from her face and she looked delectable. She strutted toward him with a gym bag in her hand. Bobby opened the passenger door for her and she got in.

They went to a small region bar a few blocks from the field of operations and sat in a stall facing one another. They ordered a pitcher of beer. Bobby suggested nutrient but Bree said she was too curve 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 overhear up. Bree told Bobby how sad she was that they had lost touch. He said he was too. They talked about the show. She told him how she'd become involved with the production.

"My old terpsichore instructor is on the module at the university, in the field artistry and dance department. She was always an breathing in and a mentor and she always encouraged me. We've kept in touch over the yr. Anyway a few calendar month ago she asked if I could aid her put the show together, perform and motorbus and wise man the cast. She had some extra money in the budget. I said yes and here I am."

"The show was great. And you look not bad. And God, I knew you could dance but had no idea you could let the cat out of the bag like that. You are amazing !"

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

"Afraid of what ?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Oh yeah, what's that ?"

"Gigolo."

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

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

Bobby smiled sheepishly and stared at his beer.

"And you know, Bobby, you may not actualise it, but you've had a very profound upshot 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 guy rope and she was attracted to you and she has her needs so it made sense for you two to purloin up even it was only impermanent. 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 support to school. And now that's what she's doing."

"Really ? That's great."

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

"And my grannie was in form of a rut when you went over to her home and fell in the mud. She had lost a dear friend, a man she'd been very close to, the year before. And she was stuck in a major funk and couldn't get out. There was this man named Moe, another old hippie who owns five or six health nutrient depot, and he had been asking her out for calendar month but she'd been turning him down. But whatever clicked between you and her that day did the trick. You made her sense sexy and suitable again and she got up the braveness to call Moe and see if his invitation was still expert. It was and now they're talking about moving in together."

"Wow, that's majuscule. I'm very happy for her. And Summer too."

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

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

Bobby squeezed her hand."What is it ?"

"Thank you for listening. It feels safe to talk about it. A few hebdomad ago I found out my roomy is giving up the apartment when the lease is up. I have to decide whether to try to hold on it, come up a new roomy in a city full moon of madcap, or try to find another place, which is no loose task. All while working and trying to hustle for gigs.

"Or, I have another opportunity which has come up. My old instructor has offered me a staff position here at the university working in her department. I would assist on all the productions, reading, auditions, as well as any former chores they have for me. But I would process on stage dancing and be involved in the creative appendage, which I love, and mentor the students if they needed private assistance. The job wouldn't pay a whole lot, but would be liveable, and one of the perks is I could get three grade credits for free every semester and in the summertime session to make toward a arcdegree. But I'd have to get hold a seat to live, get a car, and uproot my life-time from what it's been the last few years.

"So, do I sustain slogging away in New House of York, scuffling for work, and collapse up on a dream ? Or do I motivate back, take a job I know I'd enjoy and be thoroughly at, but play it safe ?"

"You could reckon at it as a neat opportunity, a new chapter in your life. The absolve year are a great bonus. And if you would need to make superfluous money, I know I could book us a few fizgig a hebdomad as a duo ; with your looks and your representative we'd be golden. But the main point is this : You've gained incredible experience the last few years. And that experience could actually have a invaluable effect on the educatee you come in link with. It could be very rewarding for you and for them."

"You really think so ?"

"Of course !"

"That's what my instructor said."

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

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

"Are you busy tomorrow Nox ?"Bree asked.

"I just cleared my ticket,"Bobby said.

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

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

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

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

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

"Flounder Fred's !"

"That's right field. And after dinner and the old tribe leave, we can have a little prison term to ourselves."

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

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dinner was set for seven-thirty. After a brief check at the Holiday Inn down the pulley-block, Bobby arrived early on and waited in the lobby. At about five second till seven the sure-enough ethnic music arrived. summertime looked fine as ever in a red dress and with long hair's-breadth, now several inches down her rear. Ella was slim and vivacious in a soused inkiness top and baggy flowery pant. He was pleasantly surprised when summertime and Ella both hugged him without faltering, thus breaking any ice.

Introductions had just been made when a taxi pulled up to the forepart incoming 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 slowly, often focused on Bree's production, and Bobby really enjoyed it. Gerry was a freehanded guy, maybe a few years older than Summer, and had a pretty good gumption of humor. And Moe was a really small-arm of work, big and bold, good story as sin and had a ponytail almost as long as Ella's.

After dinner they all said their goodbyes in the lobby. By this fourth dimension the place had thinned out so they took a private John Wilkes Booth in the bar and ordered cognacs. Drinks they could entertain and put out the evening. At number one they talked about how well dinner had gone and how much they both liked Gerry and Moe. Then the conversation shifted to Bree's dilemma. A decision would feature to be made soon.

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

"A few day,"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 piece of work here for the last few weeks, commuting back and forth a lot. Now that it's over it's kind of a letdown, like ‘ Now what ? ’, you know what I mean ?"

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

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

Bree's eye became leaky dish antenna. She smiled but started crying softly. Then she reached into her bag and pulled out a way key from the Holiday Inn down the street and put it on the table succeeding to the former one. Her smile widened but her tears increased.

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

"Well, well,"he said."It's true : swell judgement think alike !"

Fortunately they were capable to tilt one of the booking to the undermentioned night. Bobby figured he had two days to convince her that moving back home was the right thing to do .