This story has been buried deep inside of me for a long prison term. I remember all of it very well, almost like it was last workweek. I've reminisced and re-lived it all many clock time over the years. Much of it is quite fun to commend. Some of it is bittersweet. Some of it is painful still.

When I was out of college and in my early twenties I got a job merchandising radio advertizing in a suburban/rural domain, and although new to the region, I became successful in a fairly unforesightful clip. After a brace of age I left the radio station and started my own business by acquiring a licensing agreement from a national fellowship to sell direct merchandising products. As this was an outlying domain and not heavily populated, the troupe looked at it as an arena with bound earnings potential and whatever I produced would just be a incentive to them. They had never planned to develop the area anyway until I approached them so they pretty much left me alone.

But within a year I had the area thriving. I was working hard and enjoying the fruits of my proletariat. Soon the regional coach was after me to expatiate the area. I told him I was maxed out as it was and I couldn't cover much more primer coat. ‘ So charter somebody'he hollered. ‘ Why, so I can give my profit away to somebody else'?"I countered. But we hammered out an adjacent area and worked out a plan where I would hire a sales rep and then get bonus on their gross revenue and cost breaking on the production monetary value. I ran the numbers a hundred different ways and didn't see how I could lose. So I advertised for a salesperson. It was summer and I hoped that I could get a cut-rate sale rep up and running by the fall, our busiest time.

Most of the reply I received were not too impressive, and the consultation didn't go that well. The people were either not qualified, didn't understand the business organisation, didn't have car insurance, or didn't have a clue. But one looked pretty good. In more ways than one.

Her name was Denise. We met at a pocket-sized chocolate shop class in the midst of what would be the new territory. After creation we sat down and faced each other from across a belittled table. She said to call her Dee. My figure is Rob.

She had sullen brown hair, cut neat and abruptly, big immature eyes and wore a sharp blue pantsuit with a white blouse. She was maybe 5'-7 ”, thin with a nice ass and her firm, abundant tits pushed at the cloth of her attire. Her face was lose weight with sultry lips and just a pinch of burnish. We held eye striking and I felt a sizzle in her glare. She gave a demure smile and her natural language flicked out just a sliver between her rim as she handed me her survey. She seemed a little nervous. I was too.

I took a agile glimpse at her CV and saw that she was thirty-six years old and splice. In those sidereal day that form of selective information was commonly found on resumes. As I sat across from her and pretended to study her resume I tried to obscure my uneasiness.

Here I was : a twenty-five class old newly-single guy, blonde hair, dark eyes, tall with a slight, base runner's build ; and I was interviewing this honest-to-goodness, mature, married char with much more experience than I. Her resume told me she had had various metier sales jobs and was Sir Thomas More than qualified.

As the audience went on we relaxed and it not only went very well, we shared some jape and became more comfy. And those eyes ! She always looked me right in the eye and hardly blinked. I could tell she was a no-bullshit person who probably knew how to get affair done.

She told me a little about herself. She had gone to France to study, met the man who was now her husband, got pregnant, had a daughter and they moved back to the U.S. Her girl was now xii. I asked her about her last job, almost four days at a newspaper, and why she had left. She said she'd left the job to go to work for her hubby at his small construction company and to try to straighten out the business end of things. Her husband was good at building things, just not very good with the office and the paperwork and the rest of it. But now that was straightened out and she wanted to get back to what she did best, and the position I was trying to fill looked like a unadulterated fit. We discussed the recompense and military commission and she was agreeable. After about 75 minutes we ended. She thanked me for the interview, we shook mitt and parted, and my middle followed her ass all the way to the door.

The interview had gone well in every respect. Dee was qualified, knowledgeable, made a dandy printing and would interpret the troupe and its products well. We said we'd be in trace. But I knew there was no way I could lease her.
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Two sidereal day later I received a very professional thank-you letter in the mail from Dee, but I hadn't spoken to her since the audience. When I had placed the ad for a sales representative I had scheduled it to run for several week and it ran again the next day. Soon I was getting follow-up calls from her and she left multiple message with my answering service. I knew I was putting off dealing with the inevitable. When the side by side ad ran my headphone rang number one thing in the morning and I picked up.

"Hi Rob, this is Dee , how are you ?"she said.

"I'm doing well, Dee, thank you. How are you ?"

"Oh, I'm fine, thank you. I'm calling about the sales position. I saw the ad is still running. Have you hired anyone yet ?"

"No, I haven't,"I replied. I explained about the ad and its scheduled flight of stairs to run for several weeks.

"I can originate tomorrow !"she said enthusiastically.

I chuckled and hemmed and hawed. I said I was narrowing it down to two or three and she was definitely in the mix. She reiterated that she was thoroughgoing for the job, she was flexible, would forge hard, do whatever it takes, she needed the job, etc. So we set up a instant consultation at the same place.
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My problem was this : At just about every job I'd ever had, I'd ended up fucking somebody. And it always ended up making matter awkward or unpleasant or worse. It's intemperate to work closely with people of the opposite sex because if you click, the sparks are going to fly. Throughout college I worked at the campus library and ended up fucking a distich of co-workers and the family relationship didn't end well. My summer job, Lapplander thing, I always ended up putting my dick into some biddy, making thing Wyrd at study. Even at my utmost job before starting my line I had fucked four different womanhood : two precious female deejays at the FM station, a secretary at the AM, and our blackamoor receptionist's full cousin who had a thing for white guys.

Now I had a quandary : I wanted to expatiate my new business but I didn't want to jazz matter up. Dee might possess been Old, but she was attractive and aphrodisiac and confident. I was afraid that if we worked together the sparks would fly and then I might end up opening my fly and then it would ruin everything. And she was married to boot ; I couldn't risk fucking up person else's man and wife !

But I couldn't get around one fact, and that was that she was an idealistic candidate for the job. She had all of the reservation and lived only about fifteen hour away, which would name it convenient for both of us. And no doubt she looked just and would fix a incontrovertible imprint on customers. So, to be fair to the business sector and to her, we should bear another interview.

So… We had another interview and it was a gibe dunk. I hired her and never even told her about my fear. I knew she was right for the job and trusted it would work out.
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We worked closely and spent a lot of time together the start few week as I trained her in the unlike facets of the job and the system of rules. We went on cut-rate sale calls together, we spent a lot of prison term side-by-side at my desk in my home base office learning the paperwork and had loose meetings to be after our publicity. We worked very well together. And there was definitely a natural chemistry between us.

After about three calendar week we were sitting elbow to elbow in my office working on some copy when she mentioned that she was moving that weekend. I was shocked ; my thinker started wandering, here I thought I'd found the ideal sales rep and she's moving away already… ? I asked her where she was moving to and she told me the location, which was the consummate localization : right field in the inwardness of her territory.

"I didn't know you were planning to propel,"I said."When did you resolve that ?"

She looked straight at me with her big green eyes and said,"About two daytime before I answered your ad. That's when I decided I was leaving my husband. That's why I needed this job so badly."

I must sustain inadvertently peeked at her odd hand, I couldn't recall if she'd had a ring on before.

"It's gone,"she said."I threw it at him the night you offered me the job. He's cheated on me for the death meter !"

"I'm sorry…"I started to say."

"Oh, don't be,"she said,"it's for the best, believe me. I did everything for him, even drop out a commodity job to run his business for him, and he still managed to find a new bimbo to boink !"

We both chuckled at her use of words. She laughed and cried at the like time.

"So I found a gracious small flat for us. It is right in the midsection of my territory, and my daughter won't have to commute schools."

It all sounded like dandy news. She was moving right into her territory and would be more actuate than ever.
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Over the adjacent few calendar month we became more and more comfortable with each other. Even though she was a lilliputian farther away, we found convenient topographic point to conform to when she needed to drop off her paperwork or if we needed to have a brief merging. affair became more casual between us too. We had lunch a couplet of times. She would occasionally touch my arm when she spoke. Sometimes she would arrive by the firm in the eve to throw something off, and if I wasn't home she'd leave it in the box. One Fri evening around 6:30 she stopped by and I had just gotten back from a hanker run. It was a hot, humid evening and I was shirtless and my sweaty running boxers clung to my body and I know she stole a duet looks at the bulge between my legs. I looked up and noticed a offspring girl sitting in the passenger seat of her car.

"feel like you have a passenger,"I said.

"That's Lynn, my daughter."

I started walking toward the car and introduced myself."how-do-you-do Lynn, I'm Rob,"I said."I've heard a lot about you."

"Hi. I've heard about you too."

"How do you care your new apartment ?"

"It's okay."

Dee came up from arse and said,"We're heading to a big party. Her practiced friend turns 13 !"

"Oh wow, the big one-three !"I said, looking at Lynn. That ought to be fun !"Then I turned to Dee and thanked her for dropping off the body of work and said drive safely and I'd talk of the town to her on Mon. Then she gave me her green eye sunburn and held it and I swear I felt my gumshoe grow a minuscule from her stare. I watched them back out and repel off. I walked back into the house and the cool air hit me. As I peeled off my underdrawers I could see that the drenched synthetic cloth had adhered and molded to my cock and balls and was sucked into the crack of my ass. I realized then that she must birth seen it too.
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As downfall approached we worked hard and spent a lot of fourth dimension together. This was typically the busiest time of year in our business as we had promotions for back-to-school, Hallowe'en and then the end-of-year holidays. Throughout those months we worked closely and were constantly in contact, in mortal and talking on the telephone set. There was definitely a unattackable draw between us, we both could sense it, and you could feel it in the air around us and almost cut it with a knife. There were a issue of time when I felt we were very, very close to one of us saying something that would cross that line between business and personal and would take in us from being confrere to being lover. It was that close.

The ice was cracked in early December when we went together on a Friday afternoon to the annual Christmas Day party for our region of the company. It was held at the place of one of the company bigshots and it was about an hour's effort away. She drove to my house and then we got into my car and I drove us to the party. We had a lot of time in the car together and we were relaxed and we talked easily about a numeral of things. She told me about her college days, going overseas and meeting her husband and how he was honest-to-goodness and swept her off her metrical foot. And how he was always a cheat and always wanted them to be tramp from the metre they first met. At the party we mingled some and we met a lot of people that we'd spoken to on the phone many sentence but had never met. We had a duet of drinks and relaxed even more. On the ride back we opened up further and talked about some of crazy matter we did in college, the courses we took and the drugs we took. I told her about the on-again off-again blueing band I played in and told her about a gig I had coming up the next weekend and suggested she come hear us if she could. She said she might do that because Lynn was scheduled to be with her dad adjacent weekend. We were both feeling a new level of comfort together.

When we got back to my business firm I didn't know what to do. It almost felt like I was dropping her off after a first date. It was a little awkward but we both did the professional thing. We wouldn't crisscross that line today, but part of me had wanted to drag her into my house and rip her clothes off. I changed dress and went for a run. I thought about her the whole five stat mi and I swear I had one-half a chubby.
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The following Th we met at a client'business where we had bartered for vacation gifts for our client. We assorted skillful gifts such as Champagne, gift handbasket, and sweets which we would fork up to our various customers over the following solar day. We loaded our cars with the gifts for the customers. Then I handed her a belittled wrapped gift which included a giving certificate to a dainty dress shop and a Christmastime bonus.

"And this is for you,"I said.

She gave me the green eye burn. Her big optic were moist and I thought she might originate to cry. I could severalise a million thoughts were rushing through her oral sex. She looked like she wanted to speak but she didn't, she just burned her liquid eyes into mine.

"Thank you,"she said in a shallow, half-broken voice.

Then she leaned up to me and kissed me, one-half on the face and half on the corner of my oral fissure. Then she spun around, walked to her car, got in and drove off.

She had done it. Now it was just a matter of time.
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The following Saturday night we were playing our occasional gig at slacker, a local eatery and bar. We were midway through our first set and I was blowing a solo on my saxophone and hit a couple of clams when I saw Dee walk in. She was with another tricky chick and they did not go unnoticed by some of the customers as they strode to the back and took stools at the bar. The place wasn't that big and we made eye contact almost immediately. She smiled and I felt the burn from across the room.

When the band took a geological fault I walked over and stood in front of them at the bar and ordered a beer as we greeted. She introduced me to her Quaker Sharon, who looked fine. She was long and lean with long dark hair and disgraceful jeans that looked they were painted on. Dee looked not bad in blue denim and a tight red sweater that hugged her curves. I thanked them for coming and Dee grabbed my arm firmly with both hands when she told me how right the dance band sounded.

"I didn't know you were so talented !"she said."What other talents do you have that I don't know about ?"

"Oh, I don't know,"I blushed."I make a mean omelette ! I'll have to have you over for brunch sometime."

Dee and Sharon shared a sly glance and Dee said that she thought that was a bully idea.

Before we knew it the faulting was up and it was time to retort to the bandstand.

"Work, work, work,"I said to them."Can you appease another set ?"They said they would.

"Great,"I said, gripping her deal in mine."I'll be back in XL transactions !"Then I ordered a beer to take to the stage, which I almost never do.
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The set flew by and I rejoined Dee and Sharon at the bar. Sharon was talking to some folks at a nearby board so I had Dee to myself.

"I'm glad you hung around,"I said."I was looking forward to talking some more."

"Me too,"she said, her big jet eyes looking right through me.

"I wanted to ask you something."

"Really ? What ?"

"Let's go out of doors for a moment,"I said. I took her hand and led her out the English door to the parking lot. It was a meek December so we were okay without jackets. We walked toward the back of the lot where it was more common soldier and we faced each other.

"What did you need to ask me ?"she said.

I licked my sassing and took a deep intimation."I wanted to bed,"I began,"The other day, when we were picking up the presents for our customers…"

"Yes…"

"You kissed me. And I wanted to know what kind of candy kiss that was."

"What do you mean ?"

"I mean : Was it a ‘ thank you'candy kiss, was it a ‘ you're a really dainty guy kiss ’, or was it a ‘ I want to be intimate you'kiss ?"

She pursed her sassing and then cracked a subtle smile."What kind of kiss do you think it was ?"she said, playing with me.

"wellspring,"I said."first gear, I gave you the natural endowment, so ‘ thank you'would throw been appropriate. And second, I know that I'm a nice guy, so that would make sentience. But to be honest, I was hoping it was issue three."

She shook her head and burst out laughing."Rob, you are too much ! William Tell you what, sherlock, let's start over so that you completely understand what's going on here. get-go, I'm going to pay you a ‘ thank you'kiss."

Then she leaned up and kissed me on the exact spot she had kissed before, on the turning point of my lip.

She then said,"okeh. Now I'm going to collapse you your ‘ nice guy'kiss."

She then grabbed my shoulder joint with one helping hand and kissed me full moon on the mouth.

Then she stepped back, looked in my eye and said."Now our next kiss will be the ‘ fuck me'buss and it will be waiting for you whenever you are prepare to come and get it !"

I was on her like a tomcat on a tuna truck. My branch went around her and our mouths met and my glossa entered her mouth and I tasted her for the first clip. I inhaled her sweet scent and sucked in her tongue and her essence. Her hand was in my hair's-breadth pulling my head to hers, my handwriting roamed her back and neck opening and shoulder. I backed her up against the wall of the building and we made out like a twain of ten percent graders. In between the kisses and gropes, we babbled.

"Oh God, what took you so long ?"

"I've wanted to kiss you since the day we met."

"Why didn't you ?"

"You were married, I wanted to be professional…"

"I wanted you to be unprofessional…"

"You're so fucking hot…"

"The way you teased me, standing in strawman of me in your tight, sweaty trunks with your…"

I was pressed against her and I knew she could feel my pixilated cock.

We gradually slowed and I peppered her with gentle kisses, my hand made it down to her house ass. I wanted to take her home base right then but I had another set to play.

"We better get back in,"she said after we broke a long, cushy kiss. She was right, the time was up.

We reentered the bar and the set was already in place onstage.

"Got ta go,"I said as I gripped her mitt."Are you hanging around ?"

She said they'd probably leave in a few hour. I said goodbye, we'll talk tomorrow and I kissed her lips. Halfway through the bit air they got up to go away. Dee waved goodbye with a smile and mimed ‘ Call me'with her lips. I missed those lips already.
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I called Dee in the morning and we talked about how relieved we were that we would no longer have to hide our spirit and tried to figure out when we would be capable to see each other. With her responsibilities as a mom and her motive to be discreet while going through her divorce, there would only be certain times we could get together. She said that Lynn stayed with her Sunday through Th aurora, then after school on Th she would go to her Dad's boulder clay Dominicus. Plus Dee would have her on a day every other weekend. So Thursday nights would be when we knew we could run across, and weekends would be hit or miss.

The holidays were coming to flush which would mean more commitments for both of us to juggle. But our work was slow that time of class and we wouldn't get engaged again until after January first. So we decided that we would blow off Tuesday and pass the day together, and then we would have Thursday dark. On Tuesday morning she would get Lynn off to school and then derive to my place and we would have all day until Lynn came home from school. She said she would be over around nine.

"goodness,"I said."And at 9:01 I'll be tearing your drawers off."

Then she said something like, Oh I don't know, we should go slow, take our time, and some former such baloney.

"Oh, no,"I replied."Forget that, we're not playing that game. If that's the way you want it don't even bother to come. We've been holding back for calendar month, dancing around it, and finis nighttime we pretty come near swallowed each other's spit. We are make and we both know it. And it's going to be the estimable we ever had !"

She said she'd see me Tuesday at around nine.
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It was an icy common cold, windy Tuesday dawning and Dee wore a heavy coat when she arrived. She walked through the threshold and into my weapon system. We kissed thick and yearn and our glossa slow-danced as we gripped each other tight. When we broke the kiss I helped her off with her coat and was stunned at what was underneath.

She was hot as a firecracker ! She wore a snug, low-cut, light green top, that made her tits look ready and her optic like advanced melons, tucked into super-tight fashion designer jeans that hugged her ass and crotch and every column inch of her farsighted, thin legs, and red pump. Decorated for Christmas.

"My God,"I said,"You look remarkable !"I said.

She blushed and said thanks."Not too much ?"

"Hell no,"I said,"You look sensational. issue forth to the kitchen. I made Bloody Virgin Mary !"

She followed me and I poured us two crapulence from the pitcher I had prepared. I handed one to her and she took a snuff and then a sip, and then a larger crapulence. I had made them strong and spicy.

"How did you know I love Bloody Madonna ?"she asked as she took another swig.

"I took a chance,"I said."I figured if you didn't I would just pour it all over your body and drub it off."

She took another swig, then struck a pose and said,"So, do you like my rig ?"and wiggled her butt.

"Oh, absolutely !"I said."Like I said, you look fabulous. Good enough to eat !"

She put down her potable and moved in ending. She put her hands on my hips and looked up at me, her eyes sending me the green sunburn."Good,"she said."Because I haven't worn these pants for a long time. These are my ‘ get laid me'jeans."I put my hand behind her head and pulled her brim to mine.

"brand sexual love to me,"she whispered.
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"Take off your shirt,"she said."I want to rub down you."

We were in my bedchamber. I whipped off my shirt in one quick motion. She asked me to lie font down on the bed. Then she knelt beside me and I felt her hands Begin to explore my neck, my head and my backrest, luxuriously and low. Her sturdy, supple fingers caressed my flesh and over the future few minutes my muscles eased into submission.

"It's so nice to finally be able to equal you,"she whispered, and bed cover kisses on the scruff of my neck.

I groaned in agreement. Her lovely hired hand worked their magic to my lower back and underneath the fabric of my jeans.

I soon sat up and said,"It's clip for your top to come off ! I need to touch you, too."
As we sat facing one another hugging, I pulled her shirt off and kissed her chest as I removed her skimpy bra. I then eased her onto her back and lay beside her. I kissed her header, her fuzz, her ears. Her brow, her eyes, her nose. And of course her lips. We lingered on the lips.

I caressed and kissed and tongued her upper eubstance and when her tit were tight laborious rubber I put my mouth on them and didn't stoppage for twenty minutes.

Her work force were in perpetual fluxion, in my hair, on my back, around my neck, into my pant, seeking.

She was a loud lover. There were moan, moan, growls, howls, casual dirty lyric and many other pharyngeal vocalization. She never shut up. I was taking my time. She exhaled a breathy murmuring when I slipped my right on hand inside her blue jean.

"Time to attract down your pants,"I said.

I opened her jeans and kissed her lightly on the textile of her damp step-in. I smelled her finger-licking lovemaking funk for the first meter. But as I started to undress her buttocks half I found that her skin-tight jean didn't want to cooperate. I yanked on them and it was obtuse going, and then I gripped my finger in the whang loops and tried to peel them off.

"Jesus Christ, girl,"I exclaimed."What the Inferno did you do, glue these fuckers on ?"

Dee giggled like a schoolgirl."If it's too very much oeuvre Romeo, just let me know."

I kissed her lips and asked for a little help.

"Oh-kay, I guess so,"she said, in mock annoyance."Men nowadays…"

She lifted her ass and pushed her pant down as I pulled on them. Finally they were off.

"Damn, pulling off your pants is like shucking an ear of clavus !"I hissed.

She laughed again."You shuck, we fuck !"

I laughed at that and tossed her trouser on the floor."Not quite yet,"I said."But, we'll get there."

I covered every inch of her depleted trunk with my mouth. Licking and kissing her toes, her ankle joint, the crest of her groundwork, her sole, her ankles and shins, her calves, her stifle. My knife touched all of it. And Dee moaned and groaned and yelped and scratched the totally way. When my mouth reached her thighs my paw went rung to her ass and I squeezed her taut face. She squeaked when I did that.

By this clip her clit looked like a ripe gumbo. So I wrapped my lips around it and she let out with a shrill pant I'd never heard before. And I didn't let go.
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One time when I was in college, age nineteen or twenty, I was in a bar and I met a grass widow in her mid-thirties and went menage with her. Her kids were with her ex-husband that weekend and she was horny. We got back to her place and she took me to bed. She made it gain that the night meant null but she needed to get off. She told me to eat her pussycat, and she taught me how. She said to wrap my lips around her clit and never let go, forget all that tongue flying licking diddly-squat you see in the porno flicks. Stay on it, don't breathe on it and don't let air hit it. continue your mouth on it, keep it covered, and keep it fond : Suck, osculation, lick, whatever, but don't let go. She held my head in station with her helping hand. And her pussy exploded into my face. That's been my plan of attack ever since with my womanhood and I've yet to suffer a complaint.

I dove down on Dee and I stayed down there for quite a patch.

"Oh my, God !"she hissed."Oh, shit. Oh, fuck."I grabbed her ass face with an branding iron grip and tried to rack the cum out of her."Eat my pussy sister,"she went on,"I can't believe the way you're eating my kitty !"I hummed a tune into her clit like I was playing a kazoo. She screamed like a cougar.

Her unhurt dead body quivered and quaked and wiggled and writhed in constant locomotion, but her hands were locked like a stationary vise on the back of my psyche. My backtalk and tongue continued their Assault on her severely, swollen clit. When she came her love gate opened and month of her pent-up cum flooded my face.

"Oh fuck…"she shrieked."Oh my fucking God…Oh fucking shit…Ughhh…"

When her spasms receded she tried to attract my head up toward hers but I stayed put. I wasn't done. I was staying down there until she came again. I started humming a new tune and she shook so hard she almost fell off the bed. Her hands retightened around my head and my hands spread her butt impudence wide and I slipped office of a finger into her ass. That elicited from her another gasp of surprisal and delight. My sax-playing skill were paying off as my stiff mouth and rim stayed clutched around her hard rod and I blew a love song into her snatch.

Dee quickly figured out we weren't stopping yet and started swinging her groin up and down and grinding my side. She squawked with every sway and my bed squeaked in harmony.

"Oh Rob…Oh God…"she moaned."I love your mouth…ugh. Eat me…ugh…Fucking your mouth…ugh. I love your lip ! Oh shit…"

We rocked in rhythm for a few minutes more. Then I could find another orgasm coming. She closed her legs tightly around my head.

"Oh Christ, I've never been eaten like this !"she wheezed."I'm gon na come again…ugh. Ugh. Oh Ssshhhhiiiiitttt……."
Her love levee overflowed again and my face was the delta. It wasn't as forceful as the first but it was still a whole lotta love and I tasted her stewed tang for the second gear time.

When I finally started to proceed my headspring away from her crotch she pulled my head toward hers and we began a prospicient, wet, marshy, cum-filled buss. Her hands roamed my upper eubstance and slid into my pants. Her fingers reached the tip of my rock-hard prick as we were breaking our kiss. Her eyes drilled me and glowed fleeceable and hot.

"Fuck me…"Dee rasped excitedly.

I stood up before her at the side of meat of the bed. I wore aught but my unbelted denim so when I unzipped them my tough eight in prick popped right out and was pointing at the ceiling. Her oculus grew into dish at the mass. Now her green eye sunburn was directed at my swollen, imperial pole.

I wiggled out of my pant and she reached over and pulled me finisher. She held my tool in her hands and ran her fingerbreadth along its long edge and down to my orchis. She softly kissed its glistening head.

"What a beautiful turncock,"she said, and looked up."fucking me."

I got on the bed and she guided my steely fellow member right field into her hungry cockpit. It was barbarian and wide-cut and wet and warm and I slid right in. I didn't waste any time, I started stabbing it into her pretty good.

"Squeeze me, Dee,"I said."Let me feel your sexy rampart. mite me…yeah, that's it."With each poke I felt her sweet pussy pressure surround my cock."Ah, that's it baby, suck it out of me !"

Her moans grew louder with each push and her collar dug into my cover. She sucked my tongue into her mouth and I wiggled my finger back into her ass as I pounded away. All her holes were filled. We grunted in a syncopated rut, and as the minutes elapsed I held back my load.

When our mouths parted I asked her if she could make out again. She nodded her head four or five times in quick succession. We fucked even harder. She stroked her juicy okra in perfect pace as I stuffed her with raw Cucumis sativus.

When I was ready to come she knew it, which triggered her third gear ejaculation. I let out a loud, at variance oink like a bull gator in mating season. I vibrated in muscle spasm while spewing strings of my making love sirup into Dee's heavenly honey pot. As I was ejecting my seminal fluid into her I felt a fresh warmth environs my turncock and ooze out to my formal and I knew she had come again.
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Our aftermath was empyreal. Sweaty devotee, side by side, enwrapped. I had my arm around her, her head was on my shoulder and our au naturel organic structure were molded into one. There was total public security and a comfortable silence for a few transactions before Dee spoke.

"Wow,"she said."Wow."

I kissed her."My opinion exactly,"I replied.

"I mean it, really. I have never had coming like that, ever ! And your mouth… I never knew I could get like that."

I maneuvered my arm more snugly around her so I could take her boob in my hand. Her bridge player went to my penis. After another quietly interlude she said,"I sure wish you hadn't waited so long to be unprofessional !"

I chuckled and gave her tit a little squeeze. She did the same to my reawakening dick.

"Really, Rob,"she said."I've had sex many, many prison term but I have never in my life felt so completely, totally, thoroughly, absolutely, utterly, perfectly fucked ! I feel like I'm high up or something."

I put my mouth to hers and we shared a fresh, cryptical kiss. She stroked me, bringing my one-eyed monster back to full attention.

"It takes two to tango,"I said."And I knew it would be great."

After another protracted secretiveness, she softly said,"I love the tone of your cock in my hand."

"Not as very much as I do…"

"You know, I knew you'd be big, I just knew it. But when I first saw it pop out of your jeans, I believe my eyes about popped out of my chief. And two thoughts popped into my mind."

"What were they ?"

"first-class honours degree, I thought ‘ wow'; that thing is BIG ! And second, I thought how jealous my husband would be !"

She giggled and gripped me tightly around my fully-loaded grenade. I had goose egg to say to that.

Dee pivoted around slightly so we were closely face-to-face. Those eyes sizzled."I want to suck your cock,"she said, and kissed me."I want to feel it in my mouth. I want to sample it. I want you to amount in my mouth."

She lowered herself into emplacement and took my cockhead between her lips. Her digit massaged my titillated chestnuts as she took me into her mouth, little by niggling, adjusting her position for her best angle of acceptance. I ran my digit through her whisker as I watched, mesmerized by her movement, so politic and easy, and the aphrodisiacal good deal of my inflamed diaphysis sliding in and out of her dexterous mouth.

And so it went for a time as I watched the show and enjoyed the joy of Dee, the good dickhead. But of course of instruction before longsighted my piddling cobra was fixing to spit and wouldn't be able to oblige back lots foresighted. I gripped Dee's shoulders strongly and started pumping. She knew the drill. She grabbed my ass and sucked, sucked, sucked. I groaned and she knew it was on the way, and with eight in of cock in her mouth she stayed on it through my spasms, and when I shot my load into her, four, five, six times, she moaned with each sprayer, once again two buff in perfect sync.

She came up for air swallowing, and kissed my oral fissure with her cummy back talk. It was my turn to say ‘ wow ! ’.
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We soon noticed the fourth dimension. It was early afternoon and we were thirsty. Dee offered to take me out for dejeuner but I shot that idea right down, I was going to keep her defenseless and in my menage as long as possible. I told her there was no way she was putting those denim on again because I may exhaust myself tearing them back off, and we weren't finished for the day. I pulled a sweatshirt out of my drawer and gave it to her to wear.

We went to my kitchen, Dee dressed in only a sweatshirt and me in only my jeans, and whipped up lunch. We didn't do too badly either. We baked up a frozen pizza pie and somehow in my fridge found the makings for a pretty good salad. As Dee was finishing her mo slice of pizza pie she said she wanted to suck my cock again. We went back to bed.

I told her that the pizza must own made her horny. She said she was horny for my pepperoni. From that day forward the parole ‘ pizza pie'would always be our euphemism for sex.

The succeeding hour was spent in 69 position, each of us sucking out whatever was left from the other, then we topped it off with another racy fuck. But by then it was getting late.

Dee had to get home ; her daughter would be getting home from school soon and she had to be there to greet her. So we showered together. And tinker's damn, somehow my cock became slick and soapy and erect again. And damn if it didn't end up in back in her pussy.

When she was dressed and her pants were glued back on, I admired her figure in her soaked clothing.

"Does Lynn know those are your ‘ fuck me'jean ?"I asked.

"I don't know, she might."

I told her to get on plate and change before the schoolhouse bus arrived.
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We had started into the most acute period of wild fucking any couple could give birth. Because of our limited times together, we made the most of them. We grabbed a quickie on Tuesday morning when she dropped over to peck up some sales fabric. She came over that Th night for a four hour romp. Then again the following Thursday.

On New class's Eve she spent the night, the first time we would actually log Z's together. We had gone to a club and met a couple she knew, I don't remember their name, and we danced and had a decent prison term but we both just wanted to get back to my firm and screw. Dee took me by the hand at five transactions before XII and led me to my car, it was time to go. She gave me a behind, consummate blowjob as I drove us home.

Once naked in bed I got engaged eating pussy. Her number one orgasm was almost immediate, but as usual I stayed with it until she unleashed her second fall, and I felt her swamp H2O flow. Then I mounted her sleek, fine frame and slipped my bat into her cave, and I pounded her until my rocket lifted off inside.

We held each other for what seemed like a long time. At first nothing needed to be said. But soon we were talking intimately and she opened up about her man and wife and her husband. She said he had swept her off her feet in City of Light and she'd ended up fraught, but found out soon enough that he was cheating on her from the start and he would know anything that moved. She actually tried to number back to the United States of America with only her child, but he complained that she couldn't take her away, she's my child too, etc. So they came to the U.S., were married, she took charge of their child and he had his thing. He would always try to force her to vacillation and roll in the hay early pair, which she went along with a few times but was never comfortable with. So she settled into a life of knowing her husband was usually fucking around on her. And this shoemaker's last affair was the last affair as far she was concerned.

"What was the final straw ?"I asked.

"He knocked up an eighteen year old girl."

"I guess that would do it,"I said.
After a few moments of silence she took my member in her hand and began stroking it, and eventually said,"I have a New year's giving for you."

She rolled over and reached into her purse on the mesa and turned back to me.

"Rob, you have stuck your love muscle inside me many howling sentence. I love it in my pussy and I love it in my mouth. But there's one place you haven't stuck it yet."

She opened her hand and placed a little tube of k-y jelly on my stomach.

"Happy New Year !"she said.

I stared at the container for a moment then looked at her.

"It's not going to seize with teeth you,"she said, picking up the tube. She opened it and squeezed some lubricator into her hand, then slathered it all over my now-hard cock. Then she handed it to me and said,"You can do the honors on me !"She rolled over ass-up. I greased my fingers and lubricated her asshole.

Her asshole opened wide-cut, then closed, then reopened, two or three times. Like it was winking at me. This was no virtuous ass. I placed the capitulum of my dick to her o-ring and she opened for me. And I pushed.

I was not the most experienced assfucker at that detail in my life but I didn't let that blockade me. She moaned at first, but with conciliate swinging I eased it in, an inch at a sentence. When I was halfway family I started fucking that mellifluous ass with solid thrusts and soon my balls were slapping her ass. Dee was shrieking in tongues and letting out what sounded like sore groans. I was hoping it was a good pain.

"Oh yes…fuck my ass, boy ! Fuck that fucking ass !"

I was driving her like a semi-automatic nail gun. Harder, harder…"

"Oh shit…what the fuck ! Such a big nookie pecker in my ass. Shoot your cum up my screwing ass…"

That's just what I did. It flew out of me, into Dee, and I held her tight with my cock still assbound as I quivered through my aftershocks. When I pulled out I watched my jizz seep out of her son of a bitch and onto the sheet.

I spooned Dee's body with mine and held her."Are you alright ?"I asked.

"I'm wonderful, I feel grand,"she said."How ‘ bout you ?"

"Never better,"I said, and I meant it. After that, anal retentive sex was unconstipated share of our repertoire.

I made us breakfast at four a.m. She said she loved my omelet.
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The mad fucking continued. Over the following couple of months we had our common Thursday nights and every other Saturday night. In between we'd have"sale encounter ”. That was when she'd come over to drop something off or beak something up and we'd get au naturel and see how many times we could get off. A couple of metre she came over my house for some work-related purpose and had her daughter wait in the car and we still found some metre for fucking and sucking.

One Th Night I was over at Dee's apartment and her old sister called. We were seated on the sofa in her life elbow room and Dee handed me the phone and started taking off my pants. Soon she was sucking my cock while I was talking to her Sister on the phone.

"I hear you're turning my sister in a nymphomaniac,"her sister said, as Dee licked my balls and stroked my dick.

"I think she's turned me into one,"I grunted, as Dee took my swell cock back into her mouth.

"well, she says you've done some amazing matter to her. Says you make her spurt like a monsoon,"she said as Dee throated all of me.

"Ugh…ugh…"

"What did you say ? …"

"Oh my God…"I blurted. I dropped the earphone, held Dee's head and ejaculated into the back of her pharynx. She only gagged once.

After that Dee spoke to her baby briefly while I pulled her pants down. I went down on her and she howled and yelped for several arcminute until she came all over me and the sofa. I didn't find out till later that the phone was off the crotchet and her sister listened to the whole thing.

Another Thursday Night I was over at her lieu and Dee cooked us a decent dinner. We ate delicious lasagna and salad, and I had her cunt for dessert. After she'd come twice and I'd dumped a hefty lading of my lemon juice into her thirsty throat, we were lying together in our lambent flush and, as we usually would, talked. And when our consistency were naked, our intellection usually were too.

I told her my circle had an early gig at Slackers on Sabbatum, and asked if she would like to come in. Then she started to hem and haw, saying that it's not much fun sitting around for forty minutes of every hour to drop twenty minutes together. She was right of grade, and I suggested that maybe she could coax a friend to go along.

"Who ? Maybe Sharon ?"she asked.

I said Sharon would be fine.

"You like her, don't you ?"she said.

"Of course I like her, she's your friend,"I babbled.

"You want to sleep together her, don't you ?"she said.

I started to blather some mumbo jumbo but she cut me off.

"Oh, relax Loverboy, we both know she's hot !"Then she reached over to her nightstand and picked up the phone.

"Hey, honey,"Dee said, when Sharon answered. I only heard one face of the conversation, but it went something like this :"Rob and I were lying here, resting in between orgasms, and your name came up…Yeah…And he thinks you're hot and he wants to fuck both of us…No, together…Can you get away Saturday Night ? …Rob has a gig…Afterward at his place…"

She looked at me and asked what metre was the gig. I told her three to seven. She went back to her conversation with Sharon.

"Three to seven, what do you say ? ... Really ? ... Great, I can't wait…Okay, perfect…Sure, I'll tell him. Bye."

"It's all set,"she said with a satisfied grin."You're gon na have two fine women in your bed Saturday Nox ! There's just one little condition though."

"Uh oh, here we go. And what would that be ?"I asked.

"She wants you to cook her up one of your mean omelets !"

"Okay,"I said."I'll pick up some eggs."I kissed her. Her phone outcry had aroused me again and I was ready to plunk up where we'd left off.

"Rob,"she said, when we broke our kiss."Remember when we talked about my wedlock and I told you about all of my husband's social function ?"

"Yes."

"Well, I had one too. It was with Sharon."

Our sex was sweet, and I couldn't help thinking how it might be sweeter still come Saturday.
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On Saturday, we were just finishing up the indorsement set when they walked in, and just about every eye in the house followed them to their table. They both wore their ‘ know me'jeans, Dee in blue and Sharon in black, with blackguard and tight tops. They looked sensory. I sat down between them and thanked them both for coming.

"Oh, no problem,"Sharon said softly, her mouth close to my ear."It's not every day I get to fuck a handsome man and a fairly char at the Lapp time !"She squeezed my hand.

Dee asked me for my firm key and said that they would be leaving before the end of the gig to go to my house and set up. I handed her the key and asked what they had to set up.

"You won't be disappointed,"was all she said.
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The lower level of my theatre was a large, carpeted kin elbow room, and was where I did most of my entertaining and where my TV and stereoscopic photograph were located. And when I walked in I was not disappointed.

There was a fire burn in the hearth and flaccid jazz music playing. Scented candle burned in several locations around the elbow room, giving a soft glow to what lay before me. On the floor they had created our love nest : a king-size lair of cushions, pillows, and a mass of superimposed quilts and comforters. A unstained blade wine-colored bucket with two bottles in it was sitting on the floor reflecting the glint of the fireplace.

At the sight of the women entering the way, my prick was already on high up alert. They held helping hand and both wore short, sheer negligees and G-string, and nil else. Dee's thong was red, Sharon's was fateful, and their four tit were plain to see through the gauzy fabrics.

"Hello, Handsome,"Dee said."Are you gear up ?"I nodded."Let's jump with a kiss."

She pressed her mouth to mine and we embraced, and we kissed long and deep. As soon as we parted Sharon took over, kissing me hard, groping me, tasting my mouth and clapper. When we separted, she wrapped her arm around Dee and they kissed like lovers right before one of them went off to war. This was a unvoiced rock turn on.

"I think we should avail Rob get a little more comfortable, don't you, Dee ?"Sharon said.

"Absolutely,"Dee replied.

Sharon stood facing me, kissed me again and started slowly unbuttoning my shirt. Dee stood behind me and pressed her twat to my ass, kissed my neck and reached her arms around my waist and started unsnapping my blue jean.

My shirt came off and Sharon's lips tickled my berm. My pants dropped to the base and Dee dropped to her knees and I felt her lingua enter my ass. Sharon's glossa slipped into my sass and her right hand fondled my tool in my boxers.

"We're going to have fun tonight,"Sharon murmured. I didn't have to tell her I was having fun already.

Now that I had a raging hard-on and was stripped to my boxers, they told me to own a seat on the death chair they placed in posture. Dee handed me a glass of wine and said that they were going to do a striptease for me. I sat down and sipped my wine.

They started with a slow, silken terpsichore, holding one another end and French people kissing to the jazz samba background signal music, a few minutes of lezzy beloved. Sharon's helping hand slid under Dee's thong, then she slowly opened Dee's wrapping, pulled it over her shoulders and it fell to the floor. Dee's nipples were inflexible like crabapples. Then Sharon knelt, slid the lash excursus and put her mouthpiece on that glorious gash. My dick was at full staff, jutting through the pussy in my short. I slurped the rest period of the wine-coloured in my glass.

Soon Sharon rose and Dee undressed her while they kissed. Dee removed Sharon's G-string and replaced it with her mouth. Sharon whimpered with delight and grinded into her boldness. Sharon's left mitt was on the back of Dee's head, but her eyes were on me, beckoning. I rose, tossed my underdrawers aside and walked over to her, put my tongue in her mouth and we kissed with a savage lust.

"I want to fuck you,"she rasped.

"I'm going to eat you first,"I said.

"Yes…"

Dee rose to her feet and kissed me, then kissed Sharon."Lie down,"she said."I've fantasized about watching Rob fuck you."

We lowered onto our love cuddle and Sharon and I shared another bionic kiss. Then my sass and glossa traveled due south bit by bit, to her neck opening, her articulatio humeri, her yummy tit. I sucked those mamilla, I licked her navel, and I kissed her second joint, circling around her seductive slit. She was squirming with anticipation. I got in positioning for my attack and I felt Dee's hands between my legs.

Sharon's pussy was uncontaminating shaven, the first shaved pussy I'd ever seen. In those days women would trim and wax their pubic region, but I'd never seen one shaved. But if one thing could possibly have turned me on more than I already was, that was it.

I was on my human knee between Sharon's legs and she let out a loud cry when I put my oral fissure on her dear knob. I must have hit the right clitoris because she started squealing and wouldn't stop.

Dee was behind me with her hands on my tool. One deal stroked my peter, one hand massaged my balls and her knife caressed the wisecrack of my ass.

"Yes !"Sharon squawked,"Eat my goddamn kitty-cat !"My hair was squeezed in bunches in her fist as her consistence thrashed."Goddamn, Dee, where did you find this guy ? Yes, that's it !"

Dee pulled my cock back through my legs and began sucking my cock from behind. Another first : not only eating a barefaced snatch but getting a slow-witted blowjob at the Lapplander time ! She pulled it back as far as it would go without breaking it. I could feel her grimace on my balls and ass so I know she must have had well-nigh of it in her mouth.

"Oh, fuck ..."Sharon screamed. She came in a mad rush and her body throbbed like a spite duck.

Sharon expected me to come up for air, but of class I didn't. Besides, Dee had my dick in her sassing. I just kept munching on her honeysuckle and she kept wriggling like a hooked eel. I gripped her buttocks to help squeeze out another frenzy from within. She yowled when I rammed a couple of digit in her ass.

"Oh my god…"she wailed,"I'm going to fare again…Oh shit…"

That's when I came. It was intense too, my eubstance was quaking like a willow tree tree as I tried to shoot my wad into Dee's mouth and hold back my mouth on Sharon's walnut tree at the same metre. She came soon after and as I rolled over to her side, Dee moved her cum-filled mouth to Sharon's open lip and they shared a long, oleaginous buss while lying in a puddle of Sharon's hobo camp juice.

The rest of that night went pretty much like that, one sex act after another, and with many interesting combinations. I fucked and went down on two magnificent twats, fucked two magnificent asses, had my hammer sucked three times, sucked four cause of death teat and had my ass licked. But I think the hot of it all was watching those two hunky-dory adult female eat pussy. What a turn-on ! The high spot for me was fucking Sharon's ass while she was eating Dee's cunt ; and Sharon was smiling shyly and staring straight at me the altogether clip. Ooh, that light-green eye burn.
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My relationship with Dee continued on very well for a while, and the sex remained great, but after about three month things started getting weird. Her behavior became mercurial. She would occasionally miss fitting for no honorable reason or bury to do something that was rather important. Also, I started receiving bizarre speech sound calls at all hours, some odd, some deoxyephedrine, some threatening. Dee was pretty sure her husband was behind it.

It looked like the focus of her dealing with her divorce, a nestling, her body of work and our relationship was getting the substantially of her. We broke up. But then of row that made working together awkward and after a few workweek she found another job. I always felt bad about the way we ended.

I didn't see her after that for a long time. About a year later, I was leaving a encounter at a radio set post and I saw her entering the building. It was uncomfortable to say the least, but we chatted for a couple of minutes. She said she was now working there as a sale rep.

Over the keep up year or so I saw her at the station perhaps three times and it was always cordial but uneasy. As the months elapsed I continued to sense to a greater extent and more remorseful about the way our good thing had ended so abruptly, and thought perhaps I should make some kind of movement to polish things over a bit, and move out the thorniness. So, I called her at the radio set station. They told me that Dee didn't work there anymore.

About three hours later I was sitting at my desk when she called me back. I explained my impression about finding a comfort zone between us. She thought it was a full idea and we arranged to meet for lunch a couple of days later.

We met at a seafood restaurant rightfield on the river, and got a table in the turning point by ourselves. We made little public lecture : how's business sector ?, Lynn is growing up, the ugly divorce is final, affair like that. We were edgy at first but it didn't take farsighted before we relaxed and our playfulness returned. I truly had intentions of us just finding some kind of level of friendly relationship, but it soon went past that. She told she had never had climaxes like she had with me, before or since. I told her about the many times I'd escape eating her sweetness pussy. We laughed about our low kisses and the offset clock time I fucked her ass. We both were turned on and when we left the eating place she was wet and I was hard. She followed me home.

We spent the relief of the afternoon fucking and suck and I came in all her muddle. It was just as salutary as we remembered. It wasn't until she was getting dressed to leave at around four thirty that she told me she had blown off a doctor's appointment. I found out later the MD was her psychiatrist.

Then affair got weird again and I slowly started to pull in what a misunderstanding it had been to hook up again. She began stalking me. I'd come nursing home from study and there would be notes and gifts left on my porch. She would call me at all hours, early morn, late at nighttime. If I didn't solution she would will long, rambling messages while she masturbated. She said she loved me, she wanted me to sleep with her mental capacity out, she wanted to have my baby.

This went on for several week. I stayed away from my house as very much as I could to avoid her, but eventually she caught me at rest home one evening. She wanted to fuck. I tried to rationality with her about how unhealthy our alliance had become but she wasn't processing the information. She just offered to suck my cock. Finally, I just told her she was nuts and to get the fuck out. When she left I had gooseflesh up and down my subdivision thinking about her succeeding earpiece call.

About an time of day later the earpiece rang, and I said,"Oh, shit,"out loud. I let the machine pick up and listened to a distaff voice Begin to allow for a message.

"Hello, account,"the substance began."This is Lynn , Dee's daughter. I hate to bother you, but…"I picked up the phone.

Lynn had called to warn me. She said that her mother may follow by to see me, and if she did delight hollo her powerful away and keep her mother there until she could come in get her. She told me her mother had been diagnosed with a grave mental illness and had gone missing. As soon as they found her, her doctor was going to give her committed to a psychiatric hospital. I felt dreadful having to tell her that Dee had already been here and I had told her to have sex off.
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A few years later I read in the newspaper that Dee had passed away due to an undisclosed illness. I didn't really know her family but I felt a want to go to the remembrance service. I didn't know anyone and certainly didn't want to make anyone uncomfortable, so my plan was to slip in at the final stage second, sit in the back and leave mightily before the end.

I sat in the spine row just as the table service was beginning. It was not a large church and I could see some fellow faces as I looked around. I recognized Lynn in the first row, now a young adult female in her ahead of time 1920s. And I saw Sharon too, seated near the front end with a man I guessed was her husband.

I didn't get out of there quite fast enough because soon Lynn was tracking me down in the parking lot. individual must induce told her I was there. She called my figure and I turned toward her part. She ran up to me and surprisingly gave me a hug.

She was a smaller interlingual rendition of her mom. She was perhaps two inches shorter, but just as slim and shapely. Nice perky breasts, brown pilus cut neat and the same big green eyes. She was an attractive young woman.

"Thank you so lots for coming, Rob,"she said."It means a lot. But weren't you even going to say howdy and let us know you came ?"

I told her I didn't want to make anyone uncomfortable and offered my condolences.

She said she was happy I'd made it and had hoped that I would. She asked if I had any free prison term over the observe duet of days. She wanted to lecture. She said she would be home for several Thomas More solar day before heading back to school for the end of her older year and graduation. I didn't tone I could say no.
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It was a pleasant afternoon and we met at a park along the river and sat at a snap table facing one another. We sipped iced teas through straws. She was dressed in snug blue jeans and a tan sweater. I could appreciate her eubstance ; it was much like her mother's.

"Thank you, Rob, for meeting me,"she began."I've wanted to talk to you forever. Mom and I were very close, especially as I got older. We didn't have any secrets. She told me so very much about you that I feel like I know you really well even though I hardly know you at all."

She looked me in the eyes. Her center were moist and had the like green glow as Dee's.

"You were upright for her. You made her happy."Tears snuck out of her eyes.

I reached over and held her helping hand in mine. I didn't know what to say but mumbled something about what a expert fair sex her female parent was.

"I remember the first time I saw you,"she continued."Mom was dropping off something at your house and you came out onto your front porch. I told her I thought you were handsome."She wiped her eye with her thumb."I think she loved you,"she said with a teary chuckle."She said you were ‘ good sperm'!"

"Good sperm ?"I replied."What the perdition does that mean ?"

She smiled and said,"That was Mom's term for a guy that would make the ideal spirit and soul Paraguay tea. Good look, honorable gene, intelligent. A guy that would be good to create a heritage with. You know, honest sperm."

She talked at length about her parents'divorcement, her mother's depression and illness, the difficult family outcome. I could feel her catharsis as she unloaded and enlightened me on so many things I'd missed. But after a patch she returned to reminiscing about the beneficial days of her mother and me.

"You know, I've seen you raw,"she said, out of the bluing. I almost fell off my bench.

"Yeah, right,"I said.

"No, really,"she said matter-of-factly."And I know you have a big tool. I saw Mom sucking it."

The hard drive in my brain froze up and crashed as I attempted to google my storage. I tried to recall when and how the hellhole that could have happened and how that might have affected a xii year old lady friend.

She noticed my malaise."Oh, it's okay,"she said."I wasn't damaged by it or anything."

I asked her on what social occasion she had observed this. She said she was waiting in the car out in social movement of my planetary house when her mom had come over to cast off some papers. She grew play out of waiting and got out of the car and walked around. She found a window at the backrest of the house.

"You fucked her too,"Lynn said."She was up against the back of a sofa. And the sounds she made, oh my god… I was pretty young but I knew they were good audio. They were speech sound of joy. strait of ecstacy. I could reek your sex when she got back in the car."

"Lynn, I'm so dingy you had to see that…"

"Oh, it's okay. Rob, it was beautiful. My mom was going through Hades at the time and she found bliss. With you. And looking back, I truly appreciate that."She rose up off her work bench, spanned her slick body across the tabular array and kissed me on the rim."Thank you."

We walked around the common and she told me More of her memories. She held my arm much of the meter as we walked. We ate gash of pizza at a store near the Mungo Park. When we left the shop and started our base on balls back Lynn again grabbed my arm.

She thanked me for the latterly lunch, then sighed and said,"Pizza makes me horny."

That stopped me in our rails. She spun around and green eye burned me.

There was a brief, jumpy silence, and then with a coy grinning she said,"You know, Mom told me everything."

"I can see that…"

Then she kissed me. I was hesitant at offset, but soon our lips parted and I savored the baron of her spit in my rima oris. Wrapped in her munition, the kiss lasted and lingered.

We parted and she held my right wing hand in her left field. She gently caressed my face with her right.

"That was not a ‘ thank you'kiss,"she said."And it wasn't a ‘ nice guy'kiss either. She squeezed my hand like a vise.

"issue me home with you,"she said.
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I tried to tell her how awry it was in so many way but I wasn't very convincing. I said I was too old for her but she shot that compensate down by saying that that an age difference hadn't stopped her mother when I came along. She had me there. The true statement was that after all the verbal familiarity I wanted to please her. And I wanted her too.

She followed me to my house and we were no Oklahoman inside the front doorway and we attacked each other. I told her I needed to use the can and when I came out a minute later she was naked on my bed. I pulled off my wearing apparel and got into bed with her. We kissed with boisterous abandon and I sucked her marriageable teat and covered her body with kisses. Then I put my mouth on her youthful pussy for the starting time time.
Lynn was not a tacky lover like her mother. She just repeated"uh…uh…uh…uh…"over and over in a breathy, disconnected cadence as she rhythmically pushed her seawall toward the source of her pleasure. She came in a rush and I tasted her smart spunk. She pulled my head to hers and our mouths meshed and our natural language danced. She touched my tool for the start prison term and pulled it toward her soaked garden pink sinkhole. That bit was snug, and it hugged me tight. But she was good and wet and we soon fell into a sexy sync as I pushed my package into her. I slipped a finger into her asshole : it was low and ace tight. I didn't think I would be buttfucking this gal.

We fucked with ferocious wantonness as we rocked, and her honeyed twat sucked my cock as my mouth sucked her knife. I came with a groan and crack sticky cosmic string of semen thick inside of her. I rolled off and lay beside her and she instantly curled up in my arms and kissed me. We basked in our own tacit intimation for a duad of minutes before she spoke.

"That was unbelievable !"she said."You really know how to eff a girl ! No wonder you drove my mother wild !"

"Yeah, well, pizza makes me corneous,"I said.

She laughed, kissed me and said,"Let's do it again !"

I fucked her lovely pussy twice more that nighttime before we fell off to sleep. In the former dawning she sucked me waken and soon I was pounding her tasty pickle jar again. It was a beautiful eye opener : coming together as daylight began peeping through the curtains.

We fell back to sleep and woke a twosome hour later. As usual, I woke up with a hard-on, so of course something had to be done about that. Lynn took immediate activity and put it to good use by sitting on it and feeding it into her slimy slot. We rolled over and this time we fucked slow up and easy, sass to brim, for some prison term until we both had achieved our release.

I told her I would cook us breakfast, so I threw on some shorts and Lynn put on a tee shirt. I had to turn in the kitchen while she shuffled around in the buff. She did have a nice behind.
After we'd eaten and cleared the dishes she thanked me for a delicious breakfast and kissed me. We kissed again.

"omelette make me horny,"she said, unzipping my fly.

"sanctum shit, lady friend, I think you're going to kill me !"I joked.

"Aw, number on Rob. I have to impart in a little piece. How about one more for the road ?"My shorts were at my ankles and my dick was already armed and quick. I put my hands under her ass and lifted her up onto the kitchen tabular array. The angle worked just fine. I slammed my cock into her right on the edge of the table and I fucked her with her shirt on. When I shot my seed into her I shivered and shuddered convulsively and briefly lost my rest. I swear it must receive been her twat's grasp around my cock that kept me from falling over. We kissed until I went limp inside her.

She jumped in the shower because she had to get going back to schooling and had a three hour private road. Soon she was dressed again in those skintight denim that showed off her business firm ass so well. I felt another shiver down south.

When we kissed sayonara she told me what a fabulous time she had had and how beneficial it was to finally talk and get to have sex one another. I didn't disagree. She then put her mitt behind my mind and kissed me hard and her knife dive-bombed into my mouth. After the kiss she put her other hand on the crotch and felt my growing member.

"And submit care of this bad boy,"she said with a little smile, as she rubbed it."I may hold to come back for more one of these twenty-four hours.

She drove off and I didn't talk to her again for quite a while.
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About seven months later I went out to dinner with Turdus migratorius, a woman I had recently met. It was Christmas and the place was decorated for the holidays and Christmastide melodies were playing nonstop. As we were entering the restaurant I saw a companion face walking out. It was Lynn, and she was holding hand with an attractive blond woman. And Lynn was very obviously pregnant.

We said our hellos and she introduced us to her fellow Irene, and I introduced robin. We chatted a little, avoiding the obvious elephant in her uterus. Then robin redbreast broached the subject.

"When are you due, beloved ?"she asked.

"In other Feb,"Lynn said."I can't wait."

"wellspring, you look effulgent !"American robin said.

"Thank you,"Lynn responded."I lucked out and found some ‘ good spermatozoan ’."

Lynn's big green eye moved from redbreast's to mine, then to Irene's, then back to mine. I was burned again.

We said our goodbyes and Irene slipped me a elusive wink. She lipped ‘ thank you'to me right before they turned and walked off hand-in-hand.

"What the hell was that all about ?"Old World robin asked, just as the hostess greeted us.

As we were walking to our table, I knew I'd better think up something pretty maledict quick.

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