umber, TEA, OR deuce-ace ?

Bobby and Carl were old college pal. They lived in the Saami dorm for three age and they partied together, played intramural sportswoman together, and sometimes even studied together. Carl was a class ahead of Bobby but they ended up graduating at the Sami prison term. Once they graduated they worked multiple occupation for a few calendar month to deliver money, and then piled into Bobby's car and traveled the United States for almost six month. Sharing that experience pretty much bonded them for life.

They were opposites in many fashion. Bobby was blonde, tall and lean-muscled, a baseball player, a runner and a musician ; Carl was dark-haired, heavyset and had been an amateur boxer and had a crooked nose as a result. Bobby was into music and the humanities and liked to encamp and hike up ; Carl liked to lick on cars, go hunting and sportfishing and stay at the best Western. In their college afterlives Bobby was a sales rep for an acrobatic wear manufacturer and played euphony on the side ; Carl was a manager for a firm that refurbished metro buses. But they were in force Friend, shared the same sense of humor, and made it a point to get together every few months for a night out.

This level begins on one of those nighttime. 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 hangouts, The Vous, a pub near the university campus where they'd gone to college. It was a billet that had a beer and wine license, but sold no hard liquor. It was known for tawdry pitchers, live music and a high threshold for tomfoolery, at least back when they were in school.

Bobby lived about 45 proceedings away from campus and Carl lived an hour away in the opposite direction so they drove separately and met out front of The Vous. They went inside to the bar, ordered two nursing bottle of beer and a pitcher of Coke, and then found a small-scale table off to the side and took tail end. The beers were mostly for show. The twirler of coke was for the bottle of rum Carl had stuffed in his jacket.

The berth was beat for a Friday, which made signified since it was Thanksgiving weekend and nigh bookman had gone home for the holiday. Only two other board were occupied in improver to a fistful of regulars at the bar. There was a ternion setting up on stage. While Carl surreptitiously stirred rum into the pitcherful of Coke, Bobby went over to the stripe to introduce himself, as player are wont to do. He wanted to see if they had any mutual musical friends.

Carl filled one of the tumbler pigeon the beertender had given them with coke from the pitcher, then cradling the pitcher in his lap, emptied a third of the rum into it. Meanwhile Bobby talked to the guitarist and admired his instruments. As it turned out, they didn't have any mutual acquaintances but they dug a lot of the Lapplander stuff. 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 tinker's damn, sipping beer and chasing it with Cuba Libres. They talked about the usual stuff and nonsense they talked about when they got together : jobs, sportswoman, women and college. Finally, after about 20 moment the dance band kicked it into gear. Immediately Bobby could hear that the band was really soaked and thankfully not ear-bleeding loud. That was thoroughly he thought, especially with the mostly-empty room.

It looked like it was going to be a deadening Nox at The Vous. Only a few More multitude had come into the topographic point after Carl and Bobby. There was a table of four, two couples seated in a John Wilkes Booth on the far slope, and two girls at a deuce not far from their own table.

Carl nudged Bobby when he noticed the two ladies and tilted his mind in their direction."Hey pal, contain it out,"he said."Hard left rudder, we got two hot ones."

The little girl were exquisitely looking and were sharing a carafe of vino. One was blonde, with shoulder-length frizzy lock, and looked to be in her early twenties. The other was a few years older but looked just as delectable, with the same frizzly pilus, only she was brunette. Both were slenderize and sexy in sloshed denim, Blondie with a cubby red perspirer and the older gal in a creamy-colored blouse. Both looked sound enough to eat, and somewhat out of billet at this dump.

"They must be sisters,"Bobby said.

"sis ? Really ?"

"Yeah, look at their oculus. They have the Saami eyes. Same back talk too."

Carl tried to reckon without staring."Well, I don't care if they're Sister, or cousins or Joseph Hooker, they are fucking hot ! We need more than ice,"he said, and got up to go to the bar. Bobby figured he just wanted to get a wagerer look at the chicks.

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

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

"You did ?"

"Yep. bartender's going to mail them over in a few minutes when they're gear up for refills."

"Smooth !"Bobby said, and filled their glasses over overbold ice."deglutition up !"

Carl dumped the residuum of the ice into the pitcher and poured in another healthy dose of rum. The recreation were going down easy and Bobby was getting into the medicine, tapping his feet and rapping his quarter round on the table. The rhythm method of birth control surgical incision 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 melody ended.

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

The barkeeper was delivering the new carafe of wine. They watched as he explained who'd sent the deglutition and pointed toward them. The girls both looked over at them and with coy smiles raised their glasses in thanks. The band kicked into a slow blues and the go guitar moaned.

Over the eternal sleep of the set they would glance over at the missy and occasionally eye striking would be made. At one point the brunette got up and went to the lady way. Carl and Bobby had their oculus glued to her tightly-wrapped cigarette until she disappeared down the hall to the restrooms. Then they glanced at the blonde, who was smiling and shaking her head.

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

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

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

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

"Hey guy wire, thanks again for the drinks. We wanted to return the motion but what are you drinking ? I see two vacate beer bottles, but what's in the pitcher ?"Her spokesperson was low and breathy.

"Coke,"Bobby said.

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

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

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

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

"Hey, do you mind if we move over there,"he said, pointing at the tabular array side by side to theirs.

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

Bobby and Carl hustled to the mesa with their ice and twirler. Soon brunette returned carrying a tray with two beers, a pitcher of Coca Cola and some shaping 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 mixture into two loving cup for the girls.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"You're very perceptive,"Bree said.

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

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

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

"I never would have guessed,"Bobby said."summertime, you look like her big Sister, maybe three or four years honest-to-god !"

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

They all laughed. The ice had been thoroughly broken. The guys had inadvertently made Summer's dark, and they could tell that Bree was proud of her hot mom. They all went on to study about each former. Bobby and Carl told them about their college days and car trip and jobs and their casual nighttime out. Summer lived alone in a little planetary house three mental block from the bar, and worked at the VA infirmary and taught yoga and aerobic exercise. Bree was twenty-one and was visiting for the long weekend. She lived in New York City where she had a day job at an art museum while she tried to make it as a dancer.

The night turned out to be a blast. They drank all the rum and danced and changed partners respective times. Bobby sat in with the band on a span tunes and slow-danced with Bree and summertime. He loved the feel and aroma of both, and the spot of their titmouse against his pectus, and was pretty indisputable it was no stroke when their genu found their way gently between his thighs.

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

-- --

After the thirdly set, Bree and Summer went to the public lavatory together. This is it, Bobby thought.

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

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

"How old do you suppose she is ?"

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

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

"bastard, she looks good for twenty-nine or thirty !"Bobby said.

-- --

In the convenience Bree and summer were having a standardized conversation.

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

"Yeah, they are. Don't seem like axe murderer 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 variety 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 decent guy."

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

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

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

"Neither do I."

-- --

The hombre 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 want to come back to the house ?"summer said directly to Carl.

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

public lecture about a no-brainer. Bobby and Carl left their cars parked where they were and the four of them started walking. summertime and Carl walked about 15 feet ahead of Bree and Bobby so each couple had a bit of concealment as they made their way to the house.

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

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

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

They watched Summer and Carl climb the three steps onto the porch and saw her mom spoil with her Florida key and unlock the door. Abruptly Bree stopped and turned to Bobby and squeezed his hand.

"Kiss me,"she said.

Bobby didn't need any more encouragement than that. He put his rid deal behind her fountainhead and pulled her brass to his. Their back talk had barely met for a instant before their sassing parted and they were tasting tongue. Bree's weapons system went around him, one helping hand on his spinal column and the other on his ass, and she pulled him close. As they kissed they heard Summer and Carl entering the sign of the zodiac and the storm threshold closed with a bang, then reopened. The porchlight flickered on and off several times.

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

Bree and Bobby broke into laugh, ending their kiss.

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

"The outset 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 house. Carl and Summer were in the kitchen, still dancing around each other a small bit. She was at the stove and he was standing beside her.

"I'm making tea,"summer called.

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

"I want Bree,"he said.

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

Bree went back to the kitchen.

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

"Oh, OK, I understand,"Summer said."You sure you don't need something before you go to bed ? Orange River juice, an Energy Department crapulence, a Vitamin B crack ?"

"No, I think we're fine."

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

"right field back at ya,"Bree retorted.

Meanwhile Bobby was looking around the room, which obviously had been Bree's puerility chamber and little had changed. There were plaques on the paries for gymnastics and terpsichore, and pic of her in action. One framed pic on the dresser caught his involvement and he picked it up to canvas it more closely. It was an eight by ten picture of Bree on level, under the lights, dancing on the petite backsheesh of her toes with her deal high above her head, her aphrodisiacal bod dressed in a white frilly ballet skirt, white legging and skimpy ballet slippers.

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

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

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

"I could never conceive how dancers could brook 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 tongues slow-danced for thirty minute. He felt the burn of her boob and the firmness of her thigh against him. They kissed again, harder.

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

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

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

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

She pulled a president out from under a low desk and turned it around.

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

Bree picked up her phone from the dresser, fiddled with it for a few secondment and then disappeared into the waltz closet.

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

"Are you ready ?"Bree finally asked.

"All gear up,"Bobby replied.

"Are you naked ?"she said.

Bobby pushed his bloomers down below his stifle."Yes,"he replied.

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

euphony started playing softly and Bobby saw Bree's arm extend out from the closet and set the earphone on the dresser. It sounded intimate 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 eminent above her head, dancing gracefully to the strings, back and forth and around him in the little place. She wore ballet slider and frilly panties, and nothing else except for the lose weight Au ring pierced through the pap of her perky moderate-sized breasts.

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

Bree's hands were no longer gamy in the air. She was improvising now, running her hand over her flesh, cupping her tits, inside her panties, along the snap of her ass.

She came down on matt groundwork a few inches in social movement of him. She took his tool in her hand.

"The show was short-circuit and sweetness, but it's Nice to see this isn't,"she said.

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

He put his fingerbreadth inside her panties and slid them down to the floor. Her pussy lip glistened in the cushy spark. He pulled her closer and leaned his boldness into her lean, fair muff. He licked her labia, inside and out and around and Bree sighed when he sucked her clit gently between his backtalk. As she stroked his penis she ground her mound softly into his face.

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

Just like that they were fucking. Sitting naked in a desk chair, this fine youth woman was sliding up and down on his egotistical pole. He assisted her with his hands on her pelvic arch, lifting, lowering, and craning his cock into her. She felt Light Within and graceful, floating above him, but with her juicy catch attached to him, gripping him and sucking him.

The hard chair had no give, each of Bree's down thrusts ended with a sudden splat. Soon Bobby's sweaty ass was sliding around on the wooden rear end. He put the fingers of one bridge player in the crack of Bree's ass and the former arm around her upper back and stood up. With his blue jean around his mortise joint and his gumshoe stuck like a fulcrum into her athirst goose he waddled over to put his knees on the edge of the bed. He wriggled their bodies up onto the bed, and with Swan Lake playing softly in the background, Bobby started fucking her like a man on a missionary post. Bree dug her fingers into Bobby's back and rammed her groin into his.

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

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

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

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

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

"I'm hugging you,"she said.

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

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

Bree started rocking back into their regular recurrence and he went with it."finis fucking me,"she whispered.

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

They fucked hard, they sighed and moaned along with the box spring, and Bobby's dick moved very little inside Bree's aphrodisiac slot. Little by little, with each snakelike stroke of their joined groins, he felt his cum Begin to churn. He instinctively knew that if his sperm could ever pretend it up through the force play wrapped around his stopcock it was sure to be a whopper.

A mo later Bree came to his rescue. As she sung out with a high-pitched shake her fathead unsnatched from around his stuffed meat and she came, unleashing a wet wave of cum. Their start time together and their coming were almost simultaneous : Bobby continued fucking her and after only three or four more strokes into her wet, open slash, his seed rose through him like it was rushing to put out a flaming. He was still coming when he pulled his dehydrated 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 oral fissure to hers and they held each former and kissed softly for a long time.

-- --

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

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

"Not honorable, wild. I could get hooked on that."

There was silence for a bit 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."

XXX seconds More of silence.

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

"How do you have it off I don't ?

"I don't know. Do you ?"

"No. There's not sentence and I meet so many cocksucker with massive self-importance it's not Charles Frederick Worth the worry. There are a half twelve backstage romances going on in every production I've been in. They hit on me all the sentence. It gets to be a drag. It's prissy to be home ; to run into somebody convention for a change."

"Ah…"

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

"No."

"Good."

Sir Thomas More silence.

Bobby started kissing her neck and berm. Then her breasts. Bree moaned when he sucked her hooped mammilla into his oral fissure. Her fingers were in his hairsbreadth, 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 physical structure around gradually as he moved his mouth over her warm damp pulp, to her flattened tummy, teasing around her already-fucked snatch, to her inner thigh, kissing her knees, calfskin, shins, ankles. He took his fourth dimension kissing the sole 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 special,"he said."You are a dancer. They support you. I support them. You dance on the tips of these toes. What a screw turn-on !"

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

"What, do you have a human foot juju or something ?"Bree asked when he was switching to her irregular foot.

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

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

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

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

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

Despite their awkward positions Bobby did his effective to sleep with Bree's nerve as she blew him and he kept trying to go down on the pigment off of her toenails. By the time he finished sucking all of her toes she had not yet had another orgasm but his putz felt like a balloon about to bristle. He reconfigured their consistency a second time, stretching and straightening into a more comfortable sixty-nine position. With her oral cavity now a warm, snug glove around his pompous bloomer he split her luscious brim with is natural language and tasted her lemony fathead and sucked her aureate clitoris into his mouth.

Bree shrieked and she grinded her pussycat into his facial expression. The bed creaked as they fucked each other's faces. The elbow room smelled of raw sex and the air was filled with the wet echoed speech sound of slurping and sucking and the slapping of hungry oral fissure on horny flesh.

Bobby knew his cum would soon be on the rise so he gave Bree's clit one more major tycoon suction, eliciting another shrill, stifled shout from her cock-filled oral fissure. Then he went to work with his knife, licking and slashing like a viper in hotness on her spread mouth and her upright piano organ.

Bree's cunt exploded in his side. Bobby was shocked by the force of it, but was it for him, because of him ? Or was it a pent-up tankful, finally being emptied ? He didn't have much clock time to think about it because his lip and anterior naris were now flooded and her eubstance writhed as he held her. A consequence later his eubstance shook and he came in her backtalk, and her lip stayed on him, rush after hurry, until he was done.

-- --

After several mo basking in the embers of their heating they took turns in the lavatory to do 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 locker. He found a subway system of skin application and gently rubbed some into each slope of his cock, hoping to assuage the discomfort of his freshly, raw light touch burns.

It was getting pretty late. Bobby climbed back into bed and curled his weapon around Bree so their naked trunk were touching in as many plaza as potential. The air in the room smelled of lewd, leftover love but their buss were minty invigorated until they fell off to sleep.

The first light sun was just beginning to separate out through the curtain when Bobby was awakened by Bree's mouthpiece on his elaborate cock. He ran his fingers through her hair.

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

She sucked him intemperately and dug her finger's breadth into his ass. He only winced a yoke clock time from the soreness on his shot. Soon he moaned and groaned and distorted and shook and busted his nut. Bree kept her mouth glued to his warm gun as he came and swallowed most of it but still had a mouthful when she kissed him.

"trade good morning !"she said.

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

Bobby put his head between her legs and buried his mouth into her cooch and started eating. He held her hind end in his work force and she locked her legs around his neck and fucked his font for several transactions. When she relaxed her bobby pin Bobby rose up onto her. Bree brought her branch up until they were resting on her shoulder joint giving him add up access code. Another turn-on, he thought, thanks to her dancer tractability. With his face tacky from sweat and jizz he slipped his re-hardened rooster into her deeper than ever and gave her an intense, bed-banging, dual climax, proper honorable dawning fuck.

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

"Tomorrow,"she said meekly.

"Can I see you tonight ?"

"You better believe it !"

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

"wellspring, practiced morning, Houserocker,"her mother 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 work today."

"How did it go ?"

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

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

A moment later Bobby breezed into the kitchen.

"commodity dawn, Summer,"he said energetically.

"trade good morning 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 door and kissed him goodbye on the front porch.

-- --

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

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

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

Bobby watched Bree jog toward him, thinking damn !, why does she have to live in New York ? She looked marvelous in a long-sleeved black dress with a zipper all the way down the front from the top to the hem at mid-thigh. As she scurried across the front curtilage it was obvious she was braless and her limber wooden leg forced the wearing apparel a little farther up her legs. She jumped into the car, put her pocketbook and sweater on the seat and leant to consecrate Bobby a kiss on the lips.

Bobby had searched around to see if there was some kind of dance performance going on somewhere in township that he could take her to but there was none to be found. This didn't really bother him because the couple hours they would have spent sitting in seat watching the show was a couple hours he could not spend talking to her, getting to eff her better, laughing with her, or trying to get her naked. So he would take her to dinner and they would wing it from there.

The evening was a smash achiever. dinner was at Flounder Fred's, a popular seafood restaurant. They had to hold back for a board but that was cool, they had a pair off drinks and were respectable and let loose by the time they got a board. dinner party was scrumptious and the conversation was even zestier. They talked about the night before : meeting at the bar, partying, laughing, going to bed together, the sex, the horizontal en pointe. By the prison term 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 apparel,"he said.

"How's this for a offset ?"Bree asked, and pulled the slide fastener down six inches, teasing him with cleavage.

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

Fortunately there was a vacancy at the Holiday Inn about a half block away. As they were checking in Bree opened her pocketbook and took out her toothbrush and showed it to Bobby with a sly smile. She had planned well. They found their room and were naked in about ten second gear. 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 screwing. In the early morning they did it all again. Then they showered together, getting cleaned up for brunch. But Bobby's hammer found its way into her one More time while the powered nebuliser rained down on them. He even cleaned her prick with his tongue for undecomposed measure.

-- --

Bobby tried to beg off of brunch, thinking it may be variety of awkward. Bree told him no, it's okay, don't vexation, they're cool. She picked up her phone and called her mother. summertime agreed and welcomed him.

They met at an upscale restaurant near the university. Bree and Bobby wore their same clothes from the night before but they had cleaned up real nice. summer looked fabulous in a red skirt and a navy blue craw top. And Bobby thought Ella, who was summertime's female parent and Bree's grandmother, looked pretty damn good too. He figured she had to be late mid-fifties, but she looked ten or twelve years immature. She was thin like her daughter and granddaughter and looked in excellent condition. And she definitely looked like an old hippie in a flowery embroidered tike garb and long blonde/gray whisker pulled back in a ponytail bound by caoutchouc circle about every three or four in down her back.

The womanhood ordered silver wattle while Bobby had a fucking The Virgin. Brunch was whatever they wanted. They could pick out from eggs any-which-way, pancakes, waffles, crepes, ham, bacon, grit, breads, sweets, you name it. Bobby pigged out and listened while the ladies did near of the talking. He thought Ella seemed to be more like Bree than like summertime : The free-wheeling, improvise, winging-it, artsy fartsy case. summertime seemed a little more conventional.

Brunch over, they drove in two gondola to summer's house. Ella said goodby, hugged her daughter and granddaughter and left. The prison term was nearing when Bree would be leaving. Bobby offered to drive her to the train place which was about a xv minute drive. While Bree was packing Bobby and Summer chatted on the sofa.

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

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

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

Bree entered the room with her bag. She had changed into the Saame jean and red jumper she'd worn on Friday Night. She looked even better than the first time.

They piled into Bobby's car and he drove to the depot. He dropped them at the front, got Bree's suitcase out of the luggage compartment and went to park the car. It being a Sunday 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 railroad train in a few minutes. Everything is on time,"summer said.

Mother and girl talked. Be thrifty, keep in touching, call me when you get in, honest luck on your audition, don't forget to blah blah blah. Then they all exchanged contact data and promised to stay in skin senses. Then they called Bree's train.

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

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

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

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

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

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

-- --

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

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

"Oh, it depends on her schedule,"she said."Her day job is predictable, but the terpsichore is all over the blank space, feast or famine. It can be a pulverisation. I doubt she'll make it for the holiday if she's in a production again this year."

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

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

"You encouraged her, that's good,"Bobby said."I wish my parents had done that. They always had a programme for me, to be virtual, go to college, get a arcdegree and get a soundly 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 comfortably. They did what they thought was right-hand. But my gift and aptitude are in music and arts and I have a business grade. So I work in sales and recreate euphony 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 great. You're a good mother, Summer."

"Thank you,"she said."My mother had me vernal ; she became pregnant in her senior year of high-pitched school day. My founder was a pothead who was seldom around. And then I did the same thing. I got knocked up in my senior year."

"high school school sweetheart ?"

"Yeah, an eighteen-year-old sweetheart who turned into a twenty-year-old loser. I know the conflict my Mom went through and I know the struggles I went through. I tried concentrated to beat two thoughts into Bree's capitulum : stick with your dreams and don't get knocked up."

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

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

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

As they neared Summer's house Bobby tensed up because he didn't know how to keep. He liked Bree a lot, but knew a tenacious space relationship was likely doomed. He liked summertime too, and since he had received Bree's enterprisingness he had no guilty conscience about pursuing her. But he didn't know how, and didn't want to come off like a jerk. Fortunately summertime bailed him out.

"Would you like to come in for a fiddling bit ?"she said when he pulled up in front of the home."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 sideboard as summertime heated water for tea. The long 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 innate calling to be for sure, but I do okay. I have a vast territory and tug a lot. I'm ranch pretty thin out but it's not bad. I come to this area around the university once every couple of workweek. How about you ? You work at the V.A. hospital ?"

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

"How did you get into that ?"

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

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

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

"That sounds interesting."

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

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

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

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

summertime blushed and laughed again."Sometimes,"she said."But I made that mistake once and won't again. The oculist in bang is cool ; His figure is Richard, he's older and very intimate and very dedicated. But about of the doctors are optometrist who come to the clinic to work for a twelvemonth or two after they get out of schooltime because it was percentage of the deal they made when they accepted their grant or scholarship or whatever. Most are queer terror who can't time lag to end their dedication so they can go out and shit the big Pearl Buck and give a Pearle Vision or something."

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

"Can I ask you something ?"he said.

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

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

"Neither did I."

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

"Yes."

"You did ?"

"Yes. Are you coming on to me ?"

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

Summer laughed."What about Bree ?"

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

"Okay, I get it."

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

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

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

Bobby moved a niggling closer to her on the couch.

"May I kiss you ?"he asked.

"Yes,"she said without hesitation.

Bobby put his rima oris to summertime's and her sassing parted, allowing his tongue to enter her mouth. Her backtalk were soft and absorbed his, and it felt like all four meshed into one. Their clapper did a sexy obechi and he put his arms around her and held her close. He probed her mouth and it felt great to him and he thought to himself that she probably knew how to use it. Her tongue was active too, exploring and tasting him. When they finally parted they both smiled.

"That was dainty,"summer said.

"Yes it was,"Bobby agreed.

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

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

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

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

"I can take a hint,"Bobby said, and tope down the repose of his tea.

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

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

-- --

That evening Bree called Summer to let her know that she'd had a smooth drive and had made it back safely.

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

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

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

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

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

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

"I wanted to lecture to you first. To make sure you were okay with it."

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

"He's a good kisser."

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

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

-- --

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

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

"Okay."

"Would you like to take in dinner with me Saturday Nox ?"

"Yes, that would be nice."

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

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

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

-- --

Bobby showed up on time. He knew justly away that it was going to be a unspoiled night. He was barely inside the door when, with a sixteen inch pizza box and two salads in his hands, summer planted a quick, John R. Major kiss on his lips, and slid her teasing natural language in and out from between them quickly.

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

summer was dressed casually, but hot as nether region. 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 sura. Bobby was about to clobber his jeans.

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

They did, and summertime had set it up nicely. There was a fake log combustion in the open fireplace and various wind candles lighted in the room, the ambiance plain. They sat on the couch together and they both knew why they were there. They made stagnate yakety-yak for a twosome minutes. Then Bobby looked around and took it all in : the kindling, the fire, the candles, the mood.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Bobby's manus climbed from her hip to her breast, and Summer's hand found his inner thigh. He thumbed her firm nipple while he palmed her flaccid tit through the fabric. She sighed from his touch sensation, and her hand groped for his burgeoning prick. He moved his sass to her neck and smelling her sweet, elusive scent he sucked a wad of her hide into his mouth. She wrapped her digit around his tool through his jean and felt its hardness. He kissed her chest above her titty and pulled the white fabric aside and put his mouth around her nipple.

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

He sucked her pap and she moaned. She rubbed his putz and he groaned. Bobby pushed his dick into her handwriting, his groyne telling her yes, take it. With one hand she unzipped him and slipped her hanker fingers inside his pants and ran her fingertips along the length of it. Bobby's hand was now in her crotch ; her legs closed tightly around it and he could sense the warmth of her pussy. summertime yanked on his belt and loosened it, then managed to unsnap his jean. Her hand dove 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 lip grazing her smooth, flat stomach, taut from her workouts, but she stopped him and pulled his capitulum back up.

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

summer loved having her titties sucked. For her it was the prelude to everything and made everything better. Even though Bobby's pecker was now hard and farsighted 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 reverse her into sexual jelly. Bobby plastered his lips around her left-hand mamilla and suckled like a sharp-set child.

"Oh God, yes,"summer blurted.

Bobby rubbed her bozo and Summer tried to fuck his handwriting. With his sassing doing a Hoover on her mammilla and her right manus in his hair, she reached down with her left field to where his hand was already severe at oeuvre. Her pants had a string tie and a three-inch zipper and were already tone down. With a smooth one-two she untied and unzipped, giving Bobby's hand total access. Then she took his hand and fed four fingers into her and started vigorously fucking them. She kept her hired hand over his to pass water sure he dug deep.

They were, half-on/half-off the lounge, his mouth plastered to her tit, her fingers digging into his scalp, his digit digging into her quaggy snatch, her handwriting on his, assisting him, her groin pressed onto him, attached like barnacles to a buoy bucking up and down on the wafture in a windy chop.

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

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

Bobby had never fisted a woman before, the idea had never even crossed his intellect. But summer kept directing traffic, and with her script on his forearm she kept driving it into her. He sucked her tits without restraint, alternating left and right, not playing favourite, wanting to please her like no man ever had. His tool was an atomic number 26 rails, and soon her hand returned to grapple its girth, but he knew his gratification could wait.

Summer crammed tit into his sass and humped his manus, and Bobby sucked with maximum pucker. Bobby's clenched fist swung inside her like a clumsy, punch-drunk boxer throwing slothful biff in inscrutable water, but she keened in edgy pleasure with each dip. The legs of the couch squeaked with their movements.

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

Bobby bit playfully into her breast, eliciting another happy, reedy squawk. His saliva slickened her skin and ran down his chin. exertion brewed on his supercilium as he chomped away.

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

She came like a dike broke. Her torso shook and Bobby felt the heated rush environment his paw. Her ass was on the edge of the lounge and when her cum oozed out it dripped down her thighs and onto the carpet.

Bobby switched from sucking morsel to sweet osculation as she released. Gradually her tremble eased into gentle spasms until finally her busy crotch rested. Then she pulled his arm and he watched her vagina widen as his paw reemerged.

His clenched fist looked like a submerge fetus. He opened and closed his paw several times and flexed his fingerbreadth. He rubbed the goo into summertime's leg. He looked up at her aspect and she wore a blanket smile.

"God, that was good,"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 tool as they took their time.

"This big fella has been affected role,"she said, squeezing his cock."It's time to engage guardianship of him."

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

"Ugh,"she groaned, as her stifle settled into a puddle 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 vex about yours ; it will be in my mouth. Then she sucked his hardened dick in between her lips.

She had one hand on his balls and the former on his ass. Then with a little maneuvering of lips and mouth she soon had all eight inch of his nervous dick embedded into her forefront. She was rusty, she knew, and he was sort of large, but she wanted to do her secure to make it skilful for him, the way he had for her. She hoped she wouldn't gag.

No worries. Bobby came in about thirty seconds. He'd been holding it back the hale time he was tit-sucking and fist-fucking. With a muffled bellowing his cum roiled and exploded up through him like a busted tobacco pipe. summer pinched his ass cheeks as if to squeeze out every drop. She kept her oral cavity mashed around his vibrating neb until the simmering close of his throes. Cum escaped from the corners of her rima oris when she smiled up at him.

-- --

They had their arms around each other on the couch, and shared intermittent kisses, their bodies naked and spent, temporarily at least. They didn't talk ; they basked in the wake of their sex, recovering. Bobby was glad that summertime wasn't a charwoman who talked too much, he wasn't in the humor for yakking. He was biding time, still kittenish. He wanted to eff her.

After a piece he initiated another candy kiss and while their tongues flirted he eased her onto her back on the sofa. He spread her wooden leg and got on his knees between them. He grabbed her hips and yanked her trunk to him, and she yelped as he scooted her ass up onto his chest. Her ramification were now over his shoulders, her crotch in his font. He supported the cheek of her ass with his laurel wreath and pulled her muffin to his backtalk. He kissed her thighs and licked the lips of her pussy, which was open to him. She seemed shy at firstly, but reached uphill for him, and her fingertips found the hair's-breadth on his wobbling head.

His knife painted the easy, wet airfoil of her lips for several minute before he plunged his tongue into her pussy. summer oohed and scrunched up but it still felt loose to Bobby. So he sucked onto her swollen clitoris. That got her attention.

She locked her wooden leg around his fountainhead and pushed her midriff into his brass. He felt the cushioned firmness of purpose of her magic bean in his mouth and took it deep, wanting to sop up another coming out of her before he mounted her, entered her and gave her a trade good hammer and another shot of his liquid sexual love. She squeaked when he slipped his halfway finger's breadth into her asshole. With the enhanced grip he was capable to propel her ass around and even closer, and her twat was flush hell dust against his face. With each suck and each grind of her groyne her ready member filled Sir Thomas More of his sassing and his finger filled more of her asshole.

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

For a scant metre longer they rocked together, Bobby swallowing saliva in between sucking on her tool, and summertime's secernment oozing, her pussy now an overflowing swamp getting ready for the flash deluge. Then the dam broke.

As soon as he felt its warmth Bobby dislodged his sassing from her clitoris and lowered her ass onto the sofa so she could come downhill. Summer groaned loudly and her body shook as she discharged.

Bobby didn't time lag for her to finish. His rooster was like a bad cop's nightstick : long, hard and ready to sound off ass. Summer was still tremoring when he slipped his putz into her hit it up slot and started pumping. His finger was still lodged in her ass.

"Yes, fuck me !"she blurted.

She put her subdivision around his neck and squeezed him mean and pulled him close and kissed him, jamming her spit into his sass where her swollen clitoris had just been.

Attached by their locked backtalk, his starter in her irradiation and his finger up her ass, they started rocking the business firm. Bobby pounded her like he was trying to knock her into the basement and as he did she grunted with each energy and pinched her finger's breadth into his neck. He wondered if the couch wouldn't have to cause the thunderbolt on its legs tightened after this. Summer's branch were soon clutched around his, constricting, and her bitch was sucking his pulsating cock as it drilled her. arcminute after sweaty minute she offered every square column inch of her twat to him as he fucked her.

They both grunted with each twinge of their genitalia and fucked like they both needed it. Bobby became distracted for a moment and summertime must have noticed because she squinched him taut 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 straightaway, and started banging like a cerise bomb on New class's Eve. summertime could finger it too, and she figured since she'd already dumped her cum on the shock absorber and the carpeting, what the Inferno, she was going for triples.

She felt him tense up so she knew he was fix to waste. She made one final exam king suction of his spit into her throat and squeezed his bum as hard as she could. She grinded her asshole heavily and deep onto his finger. Bobby answered by wiggling it and trying to pry a 2d fingerbreadth in.

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

"Yes,"he said.

"pass on it to me !"

Within seconds he did. With a raucous moan his cum rose. It did a slack burn as it spurted up and out. He pushed his cock into her as mystifying as he could and did the same with his finger up her ass. She was stroking her button and swinging her groin hoping to total with him.

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

"Three prison term,"she said, out of breathing spell."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 unspoiled to clean house up the cum puddles on the carpeting and couch. She didn't ask him to drop the dark but she gave him a hellhole of a good-night kiss at the door. Bobby figured she liked fucking him but wasn't quite make to wake up with him in the morning.

They got into the function of hooking up every other Th evening ; these were the days Bobby was in the area with his work. He'd go to Summer's house after work around five-thirty, they'd have a deglutition or two, some dinner party and then initiate making out and go to the bedchamber and fuck. And they'd roll in the hay and suck as many different ways as they could until around ten o'clock. Then they'd kiss good Night and Bobby would repulse home, and they would both wake up in their own layer and be quick for piece of work in the morning.

This went on for several months. Every two calendar week they'd have dinner, beverage and each other. No appointment, no dinner out, no going to the movie. Just eat, drinkable and go to bed. Bobby could see that Summer was trying to keep it casual and not get too attached. He was just a sustainment piece of ass for her, he knew that. But he was okay with it because he knew from the beginning that there was probably no realistic future for them anyway, and the sex was great. Plus he was keeping in spot with Bree, at least trying to.

Then one Thursday night, right after a uproarious soixante-neuf where they both came simultaneously into one another's look, Summer surprised him with a question.

"Are you meddling Sabbatum ?"she asked.

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

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

"A party ? What party ?"

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

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

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

"Don't want any sleazy doctors hitting on you, huh ?"

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

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

"goodness. It's an indoor cookout."

"A what ?"

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

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

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

"I'll be with the prettiest woman in the room, how could I be bored corpse ?"She grabbed onto her paw and placed it over his rooster."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 show me too much warmheartedness in presence of my co-workers."

"Okay."

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

-- --

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

Summer was right about the work talking. After a while the doctors and tech, maybe seven or eight altogether had congregated on one position with Richard holding court, and the rest of the guests were scattered in minuscule groups. Bobby diligently stood by, not saying a lot once the technological talk started, and fetched drinks, which were going down soft for both of them.

As Bobby listened he became more and more ingrain with Summer as he heard her speak. Her knowledge was incredible. It was unimaginable to secern who was the tech and who was the doc. She held her own with the stuck-up doctors and didn't hesitate to keep back her ground and disagree with them on a few occasions. And whenever they turned to Richard to subside it, summertime was always right, her obvious cognition on full display.

Dinner was an categorization of beefburger and hound and chicken and a smorgasbord of salads. And more than beer, wine-colored and shop class talk of course. Bobby ended up having a pretty good meter : free food, dislodge beer and he was very proud of Summer. And he told her so on the thrust back to her house.

"Damn, Summer, that was impressive. You really cognise your shit !"

"What ?"she asked.

"I was proud of you back there. You know a lot more than those grandiose doctors. Over and over you were correctly and they didn't know what the infernal region they were talking about. I could tell Richard was ingrain too."

"Really ?"

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

"Yeah, right."

"I'm serious ! You should wait into it. You've had college and days of experience. There must be some advanced arrangement trial run you can take…"

"God, that could involve years."

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

"What's that ?"

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

She removed his hand from her genitals."Down Boy, wait boulder clay we get home. observe your optic on the road."

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

-- --

That night they had the uncivilized sex ever. Bobby was on a roll. He was aggressive and talked dirty and they fucked the shite out of each other. He peppered his monologues with ‘ Doctor this'and ‘ Doctor that'in between his kisses and lap and sucks and fucking. He told Summer he never knew a doctor could be such a good nookie and how he never knew doctor cunt could try out so good. He rimmed her butthole and told her how a lot he liked her MD ass. And doctors give sound head too, he said.

In between her sigh and groan of pleasure Summer told him legion prison term to criticise off the doctor talk.

"Sure, Doc,"he said.

Bobby ended up spending the nighttime and waking up with Summer for the first and sole time. In the forenoon he woke up with a retentive, hard erection.

"good cockcrow, Doctor,"he said. summer's facial expression curled into mock pain."I need a medico's care."

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

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

"Well, maybe we should select you to the parking brake room,"she said playfully.

"No, I think it needs immediate tending !"

"But I'm an eye Doctor of the Church,"she said."Not a urologist."

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

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

-- --

After a morning romp in the hay they showered and were having coffee in the kitchen when Summer's headphone 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 railroad siding ? ... we'll find you somebody….I don't want 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 fine. Worrying about getting her gutters cleaned on her house. I don't want her up on ladders. She was in a kinship with a nice man for geezerhood and he used to remove care of that kind of stuff, but he died about a year ago. And the guy she had hired for some work before wasn't too reliable."

"Is it a big menage ?"

"No, not really. Three bed, two Bath. But it's a split story so on half the house the sewer are two stories high instead of one."

"doe she stimulate an denotation ladder ?"

"I think she does. Why ?"

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

"You will ?"

"Sure. Can she wait until next weekend ?"

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

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

"You're too often,"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 summertime had been in contact so quickly with the Thomas Young man her granddaughter Bree had brought to brunch.

-- --

Bobby wasn't looking forward to getting up early on a Saturday to go houseclean nasty, smelly rain gutters. He had surprised himself by volunteering. But he would do it, a nice gesture for a nice woman, the female parent of his older buff and unexampled pet ‘ Doctor of the Church ’.

He woke up former Sat and dressed in his worst clothes : Ratty denim, sweatshirt, white air-sleeve and an old pair of tennis shoe, set for soiled work. He wanted to get an early start because the forecast called for rain by the afternoon. On the way he stopped by a storehouse and bought some gruelling methamphetamine hydrochloride bagful and rubberize gloves.

He pulled into Ella's driveway at quarter-till-nine. He looked at the family 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 mind the gutters would be smutty. He figured he had at least a half day of work.

Ella had been watching for him and came out to recognise him. Bobby couldn't believe how good she looked. He watched her pace toward his car, her late-fifties organic structure looking slim and snip and much younger in broken-in Levi's and a loose white blouse. Her blonde-gray hair was in a braided ponytail that hung down her back.

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

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

"Good idea,"Bobby said."I'll take care of it."She thanked him, and their centre lingered a bit. She turned and went back into the business firm. He stared at her fag. He thought it was a pretty squeamish goat. Then he went to work.

He lugged the ladder outside. He started with the higher sewer naturally. He set up the ladder, put on his gloves and grabbed a deal trowel and a methamphetamine bag and climbed up. The sewer were filled with rancid stinky putrid leave and snail and muck and shit. He grabbed the bullshit, raked the bastard, and scooped the shit into grip. He went up and down the ladder numerous times. He moved the ladder around, dragged the handbag up and down and pulled the lengthy garden hose down up top to flush piddle through the gutters to clean them out. He went around the wholly house cleaning out the gutters and filling udder with malodourous gunk.

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

He'd been stunk up with pieces of shitty roof trough Funk all morning long, all over his clothes, his face, in his hair. But now he was covered with mud too. He pulled down the ladder and moved it back where he'd found it. He put the trash travelling bag of muck 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.

"Come 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 short thing. Wait one bit, I'll be right back."She returned in XXX seconds and handed him a towel and a robe."Get discase and put this on. Then I'll throw away your clothes in the washer.

He happily did as he was told. He stripped down to nothing, toweled off and wrapped the robe around his body. He carried his pure wearing apparel into the kitchen. Ella was in the conterminous wash way getting the washing machine ready.

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

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

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

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

"look better ?"she asked as she put the denture on the table.

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

Bobby was ravenous so he ate and drank with relish. Ella soon refilled his glass with lemonade and his bowl with soup. They talked as they ate and the storm 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 long distance relationships really don't piece of work. He recapped how they had met that Friday Nox at the Vous and had all hit it off right on away.

They cleared the board and put the dishes in the dishwasher. They stood at the sink and stared out the window and observe watercourse of rain flow across the drinking glass pane. The storm had increased in intensiveness with hard rain, stiff wind and thunder.

"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 Mary ?"

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

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

"Yes. Would you like one ?"

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

"finale enough,"she said.

Ella opened the refrigerator and took out an unopened 46-ounce bottle of Spicy V-8 juice and a jar of red cole. She poured out some of the juice into a glass and scooped horseradish into the bottle. She reached down under the sinkhole 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 bottleful up and down and around as backbreaking as she could.

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

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

Ella touched Bobby's handwriting as she said that and he was surprised by the electrical charge it gave him. Maybe it was the chemical element of surprise, 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 bareness underneath the gown. So did his dick.

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

First, they talked about Ella's base. Bobby told her how nice it was, and commented about how big her trees were in the yard and how they were almost touching the roof and should be trimmed back before too long. He also mentioned that the Wood privacy fencing enclosing the back chiliad had a phone number of split or missing spline, but that would be an slowly fix and he'd be happy to take maintenance of it for her.

Ella opened up about her friend, the man Summer had mentioned to him. His name was Al and they were close companions for long time. He used to necessitate care of all the outside chore but he died the year before of a spirit attempt. She felt lost sometimes ; stuck in neutral when it came to the grounds.

After about half an minute of chin-wagging Ella touched his mitt again, sending another ice up his forearm and down to his groin.

"shuffling us a couple more crapulence,"she said,"while I go and fox your clothes in the dryer."

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

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

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

"Thank God for the little things."She handed the couple to him and added,"Here, light the candles in the support room. I'll be correctly back. I'm going to pull in your clothes out of the drier and put them on hangers to dry. I don't know how prospicient the index will be out."

Bobby took a healthy draft of his drink and then topped off his glass. He lighted the candles in the living room. The afternoon was dark and tempestuous outside and the flickering flame gave the room a tea cozy, more internal feel.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

They looked at each early in the soft, wavering light and both had subtle, amused smiles on their faces. Bobby realized that in the last thirty or forty seconds their interaction had suddenly made a goliath saltation and crossed some form of communication channel. He didn't know what billet it was but he could feel it, a new stage of intimacy had been reached. He looked her over again and liked what he saw. Her white top did not come out to be as let loose as it was before. Her jeans held snuggery to her melt off stage and showed wear on her human knee, butt and crotch. She had gotten rid of her shoes. He was seated in away from her and was wearing her robe and aught else. He felt a stir down below. He thought of Bree and her scissor-fucking and her limber leg practically wrapped around her own head, and drilling her juicy, open zany. Then of Summer, fisting her, and their bi-weekly sustentation fucks. But here he was now, practically naked and seated adjacent to Ella, and he couldn't believe the intellection 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 handy man, too. Thank you again for cleaning those trough. It is such a unsporting job and it's such a nasty day."

"You're welcome. And it's not so bad interior, with a nice lunch, good crapulence and estimable companionship. And I'll come succeeding Sat and mend your fencing. That will be an well-heeled job. There're only a smattering of slats that need to be replaced ; the others just need some fresh nails."

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

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

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

"Uh, another give up lunch. More Bloody The Virgin. More lively conversation."

"That doesn't seem like lots compensation for all the oeuvre you're doing."

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

Bobby gulped down the rest of his drinkable and was fix 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 tope. But it's a full day for it, don't ya retrieve ?"

"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 square block out from the freezer and tonged them into the glasses. He shook the V-8 bottleful vigorously and was pouring the red mix into the glasses when Ella came to the counter and stood future to him. She reached down and picked up her glass, took a salubrious swig and put it back down. She turned to him.

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

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

"No, tell me,"he replied.

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

She pulled his arm closer to her as she moved closer to him. She leaned her face to his and kissed him on the sass. 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 arms were halfway around her backrest. Their tongues did soft whirls and twirls, each exploring a brand new mouth, and their first kiss lingered on. Her finger's breadth dug into his skin through the fragile cloth of her robe and his hand explored her lower spinal column. His penis grew between his legs.

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

"If you hadn't kissed me, I would throw 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 thirty years younger…"

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

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

"It means we should osculate whomever we want ; fifty-eight, xxviii, twenty-six, whatever."He pulled her a little confining and put his bridge player on her buttock."Besides, you look a lot younger than that. It's obvious where Bree's and summertime's foxy lady genes came from."

He pulled her promontory to his and kissed her. Their lips spread apart in unison and their rima oris were open for business. He pulled her tightly against him with one handwriting in the small of her back and the other on her ass. Bobby's putz was hard and Ella felt it pressing against her. It had been quite a while for her and her creative thinker was a whirlwind of confusion wondering what the blaze 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 uneasy and wet. ‘ God what are we doing ?'she thought.

Without missing a pulse and with their lips still locked and their tongues doing a sexy dance, Ella's fingers found the string on her gown and she pulled on it. The robe loosened, then opened, and she found his engorged turncock 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 turncock like an eight-inch handle and led him to her bedroom. They embraced in the dim illumination, their buss punctuated by flashes of lightning and claps of thunder outside the bedroom windows. Ella pushed the robe over his shoulder joint and let it fall to the hardwood floor. Bobby unbuttoned her blouse and she took it off and tossed it on a chair.

He unhooked her lacy bra and admired her upper consistence : it was lose weight and her peel was taut but for a couplet finely wrinkles on her flat tummy. Her articulatio humeri and arms were toned, not too skinny, and her white meat were small-to-medium size with minimal sag. There was a blue tattoo of a peace sign just above her right breast. Summer had been right : her mom was a hipster holdover. A very sexy hippie holdover.

With his coat of arms around her he pushed her onto the bed. They kissed passionately for various minutes as their manus roamed over fresh anatomy. But soon Bobby's lips had moved to former places. He kissed her neck and licked her pinna and sucked the peace star sign into his mouth. When he nibbled on her justly teat Ella let out a squeaking moan of pleasure.

As he tit-sucked her, playing no favorite between the two, he started working on her jeans. She helped him as near she could and soon she had squirmed out of them virtually of the way. With her jeans and panties now at her articulatio talocruralis, Bobby moved down to the foot of the bed and pulled them off the repose of the way. He spread her branch and knelt between them. He took his first look at her pussy. It was hairy, but neatly trimmed, and wet.

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

"I want to delight you,"he said.

"You already have."

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

"Oh my God,"she stammered.

He licked her sass and lipped her button and she squirmed as if her brass ending were on overburden. He gripped the cheeks of her ass tightly to stabilize her crotch as he drilled his sass into it. It helped a little but still her snatch 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 business firm and plastered his back talk to her cocked member. He sucked away and squeezed her can. Slowly he felt her relax and her movements fell in musical rhythm with his. For several minutes they worked together like this, her crotch pushed against his face, him sucking her clit, his lingua tasting her sapidity 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 fuck. He gave her one net major clit chomp, eliciting a screech from Ella, before he moved up so her concentrated cunt backtalk were kissing the headland of his peter. Atop her, he stared into her swimming eyes.

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

"Believe it."

"You're very bighearted. But I'm thirty class older…"

"I still think you're hot."

"Fuck my brain out,"she whispered.

Bobby slipped his dick into her drenched sink and felt her lovesome wet walls around it, welcoming him in. He started slowly, in and out, familiarizing himself with her snatch and her muscles. He'd pushing his entire duration into her and then out, in and out, over and over, as they got their timing down. Gradually he picked up the pace and Ella went with him, they'd go a petty faster and check it for a patch, getting in sync and in tune like a classical couple. Adagio, then andante, then allegretto, then allegro, and finally Presto !, and they were fucking and bucking like plunger on a shoo-in train.

Their faces were inch apart as they fucked, their spacious, enraptured eyes locked-in. They both grunted with every thrust until Bobby kissed her and started stabbing her oral fissure with his tongue. His hands were on her butt impudence and his fingers inched toward her asshole. He wanted to fuck all three of her maw at once.

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

His cum rose up like a prison debauch, his spermatozoon fighting to get out. It was an enraptured pulsing flow and he felt a sting in his peter as he came ; his little prisoners were burning down the house. He roared as he released. With recapitulate sensual trembles he uploaded his seminal fluid into her until finally he collapsed onto the bed beside her.

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

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

They held each other in silence for many instant. They listened to their breathing spell and felt the blue retch of their chests. 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 tripping clicked on in the hall.

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

Bobby was sitting up in bed when she returned a few minute later with her hands full-of-the-moon. She carried two methamphetamine and a small jar.

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

They sat in bed and sipped their drinks. wellspring, Ella sipped but Bobby gulped. The V-8 gave him a vitamin jolt. He was pretty sure enough his hobble dick moved. When his swallow was two-thirds gone he put the Methedrine on the board on his side of meat of the bed. Ella took another potable from hers and did the same.

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

"Coconut oil,"she said coyly.

"Oh."

"You know what that's for ?"

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

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

The buss quickly escalated and in no clock time their tongues were dancing and their hired man were prancing. And Bobby's shaft moved all rightfield, growing like Pinocchio's nose on a bad day, and Ella couldn't keep her hand off of it. She couldn't keep her oral cavity off of it either.

She went down on him and stroked his balls with one helping hand and took his dick into her oral fissure. Ella was a loud shit but it was turn-on for Bobby as inch-by-inch she took all of it in. Soon he felt her lips kissing her fingertips on his balls as he gently fucked her face.

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

In a quick moment they were in a screwing race chasing after their next climax. They pumped in hard, longsighted strokes, the head of Bobby's dick aiming for the end of Ella's burrow. They fucked in mold secrecy, no moan or groans or dirty lecture, just the squeak of the bed and the twitch of the ceiling fan overhead.

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

Bobby kept at it but she stopped him and he pulled out. She reached for the coco oil. She opened it in a rush and the lid scooted onto the level. She scooped some oil into her bridge player and reached behind her and slipped her greasy fingers into her butthole. Then she sloshed more oil over Bobby's extended pole.

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

"Are you sure ?"

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

Bobby put the read/write head of his dick right up to her open jam and pushed. Ella took a deep intimation and let out a hoarse sigh when he entered her. He pushed his prick into her.

"Ooh, that feels big,"she said.

"You okay ?"he asked.

"Yes, you ?"

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

"Good. Now fuck me."She put her finger on her soggy clit and felt herself.

Bobby pushed again, easing it in. It was a cockeyed but smooth out coast and he was surprised at how easily it slid in, how noble-minded the pressure level felt around his dick, and how quickly he was vigorously driving his dick into the depth of her ass.

Ella was into it. She was slapping her clit like a bass string and pushing her ass into him, matching him thump for thump. Bobby was digging it too, in more ways than one. He drilled her with a rage, willing his cum up for another ride out into the untamed racy yonder. He knew he wouldn't last-place long at the rate he was going so after a couplet minute of arc he slowed his pace.

"Don't check !"Ella wheezed."restrain it up."

So he did and within five or six more throw his river was rising. With a loud groan and a volcanic quaver his cum surged through his scape and spurted multiple times into the deepest compass of Ella's rectum. Even after he'd shot his last fall he kept his dick embedded in her ass as she frantically worked her tool in an effort to coax her unleashing.

After a bit Bobby pulled his stopcock out of her dickhead with a wet, sucking thwap and scooted down the bed. He put his face in her crotch and his sassing on her balloon prick. Ella ceded it immediately and put her hired hand on the back of his head. She shoved her clit deep into his oral cavity with all her might like she was grinding teeth. Bobby sucked on her clit the same way she had sucked his cock : forcefully. He felt the insistence of her athletic seawall on his human face and inhaled the foetid preference and scent of her sex. He could feel his own cum on his chin as it seeped out of her asshole.

It didn't take much longer. Ella started shaking like a geartrain that had jumped the course. She groaned and shook and screamed ‘ Oh Fuck !'as she climaxed. Bobby's lips stayed latched onto her puff up 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 fair, dry and neatly folded on the potty seat when he got out. He found Ella in the kitchen.

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

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

"Oh, please,"she said.

"I was serious about fixing your fence adjacent week. Even before…"

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

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

"Well, that's very skillful. 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 final taste of her and their tongues said a slow goodbye.

-- --

The next few Clarence Shepard Day Jr. were just like any other week and Bobby was looking forward to going back to Ella's. The fence job would be well-fixed, maybe an hr and a half of work, and he'd get a dejeuner and maybe get repose again.

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

He went in the back door and Ella was standing in the entryway to the sustenance room. She was barefoot and was wearing the same robe he had worn the Sabbatum before. Her whisker was up on top of her head.

"There's been a picayune modification of plan,"Ella said."I won't be able-bodied to have you for lunch."

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

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

"No trouble, I understand."

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

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

"You did,"she said.

She took a stone's throw closer. She reached between his legs 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 tiffin,"she added, unbuckling his belted ammunition."I want to have you for breakfast. And we don't have a lot of time."

She pulled him a couple steps to the lounge. She sat and pulled down his pants. His peter was already at broad attention. She kissed it and licked his balls. She took it into her mouth.

The entirely shebang was over in less than XXX minutes. She sucked him to completion and a week's Charles Frederick Worth of his stored-up cum erupted into her oral cavity. Then her robe opened and Bobby twirled her onto the couch and buried his face into her twat for a few minutes until she came. Then he mounted her and started fucking her. He'd been going at it for a couple minutes before he noticed the jar of coconut oil on the coffee tabular array. He reached over and grabbed it and held it up.

"Yes,"Ella said."I'm make already."She was already fingering herself.

He turned her over. Her butt was sleek down, the residue of lubing herself. He oiled his shaft and fucked her ass until he came. He withdrew his cock from her ass and inserted in into her drippy pussy and rammed her doggy-style for a couple more minutes until she let out a whoop and had another orgasm.

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

Ella turned to him and said,"Thank you. A peachy way to embark on the day. But you'll have to rationalize 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 hipster butt.

-- --

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

"Hi, Bobby,"she said.

"Hi, Doc,"he said.

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

"Huh ? What do you mean ?"

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

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

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

"have fun. And don't wassail too many Acacia dealbata !"Bobby said.

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

-- --

thing started to get uncanny after that. The next Thursday would have been Bobby's Night to see summer but he couldn't get delay of her. When he finally did reach her a few solar day later she was noncommittal and kind of blew him off. That was a initiative.

He called Ella and told her the jack of all trades was calling to see if she had any chore she needed him to take care of, in the yard, on the ceiling, or in the sleeping accommodation. She laughed but said although it was tempting she didn't think it was a good estimation. Too close for comfort with Summer and everything. Evidently Ella didn't know—or didn't want to know -- Bobby had been Summer's steady bedmate and Summer didn't want him screwing her mother.

Bobby thought about the last few months with amazement. He had had a tempestuous weekend with a young hot dancer named Bree. Then he'd had a number of incredible night with her hot Mom, Doctor of the Church summertime. And finally a twain wild caper of hippy sex with Ella. Sexually it had been the most fruitful geological period of his lifetime. And now suddenly, as if flipping a switch, the rainy season was over and he was back in the desert.

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

-- --

Bobby went to turn every day with his nozzle to the grindstone, trying to bury about his sexcapades. Although he would replay the experiences in his nous, it wasn't that hard to put most of it behind him and just chalk it up to ships passing in the nighttime. He knew there was no real number future tense with summer ; there was the big age difference, and she just needed to get laid and he was convenient. And what happened with Ella was an accident of fate ; it would never have happened if he hadn't fallen in the mud and been stranded in her home plate by the tempest and ended up naked 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 evening Bobby received a yell from summer. When he saw her gens displayed on his phone he froze for a mo. He debated whether to let it go to voicemail but he couldn't.

"howdy, summer ?"he said tentatively.

"Yes, Bobby. How are you ?"

"I'm O.K., how are you doing ?"

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

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

"Oh, she's fine,"summertime said with a chuckle."She's doing well. She is here in Ithiel Town. She's an artist-in-residence for her old dance instructor. They're putting on a song and dance review for high school and college students."

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

"No, she still does. She's been commuting back and Forth River and staying with me for a few hebdomad while she worked on the production. She'll be going back soon. She has asked about you, and I think she wanted to call you, but she has been so busy, she's been putting in sixteen hr solar day. And I think she may have felt funny story calling since she had not done a upright job of keeping in touch. Anyway, I wanted to cry you in suit you would want to know."

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

"The final public presentation are this weekend : Tomorrow dark, Sabbatum night and a Dominicus matinee."She went on to state him the theater and evince times.

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

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

-- --

Bobby was walking on air for two days. On Saturday evening he got to the theater plenty early. He'd made sure he dressed and looked and smelled unspoilt. He picked up his tag and there was a brief line paper-clipped to it. It read : ‘ Hi Bobby, So glad you could come ! meet me at the foot of the point right after the show. Bree ’.

It was a outstanding seat. Center section, third row, aisle seat. He looked around the little dramatics. It seated three or four hundred and had high ceilings, chandeliers and a small balcony. There was a band tuning up on one side of the floor. He read through the playbill and saw Bree's public figure in a few different billet : artist-in-residence, choreography, and in various different numbers. The show was an olio of song and dance numeral from Broadway musicals.

The show was very professionally done even though most of the performing artist were amateurs. Bobby was particular proposition yarn-dye with the chick named Bree. Not only with her dancing, but her singing ! The little girl had a beautiful set of pipes to go along with the rest of her which was pretty damn good too. She sang ‘ Cabaret'and he felt like she was singing directly to him. It brought the house down and he had half a hard-on by the time it was over.

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

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

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

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

"It shows !"

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

"Absolutely !"

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

-- --

Bobby had pulled his car around back and was leaning against the driver's room access when Bree emerged from the back of the theater. She was a beautiful sight for his sore eyes. She wore the like fuddled jeans and red sweater she'd worn on the dark they'd met. The pancake had been washed from her face and she looked sexually attractive. 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 little neighborhood bar a few blocks from the theatre of operations and sat in a booth facing one another. They ordered a pitcher of beer. Bobby suggested food but Bree said she was too injury up to eat.

"God, it's ripe 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 entrance up. Bree told Bobby how sorry she was that they had lost touch. He said he was too. They talked about the appearance. She told him how she'd become involved with the yield.

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

"The appearance was keen. And you look corking. And God, I knew you could trip the light fantastic but had no idea you could sing like that. You are amazing !"

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

"Afraid of what ?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"It's okay, Bobby, it's okay. She must sustain needed it too."After a short intermission 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 nozzle. Bree laughed too and raised her mug and they toasted.

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

Bobby smiled sheepishly and stared at his beer.

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

"Who, me ? How so ?"

"Not long before the night we all met my mom had just sort of dumped a nerdy guy she'd been seeing. We liked meeting you guys and she was attracted to you and she has her penury so it made sense for you two to hook up even it was only temporary. But you really made her palpate ripe 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 bet on 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 unplayful about each former. He's an ophthalmologist who came to operate in her clinic for three weeks while her boss was on vacation. His name is Gerry. He was just as move with her expertise as you were. And now she's taking socio-economic class, and making plans to unite his practice as an optometrist.

"And my granny was in kind of a rut when you went over to her sign of the zodiac and fell in the mud. She had lost a dear booster, a man she'd been very close to, the year before. And she was stuck in a John Major funk and couldn't get out. There was this man named Moe, another old hippy who owns five or six health solid food memory, 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 caper. You made her feel sexy and desirable again and she got up the bravery to visit Moe and see if his invitation was still good. It was and now they're talking about moving in together."

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

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

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

Bobby squeezed her mitt."What is it ?"

"Thank you for listening. It feels serious to talk about it. A few weeks ago I found out my roommate is giving up the apartment when the lease is up. I have to decide whether to try to keep it, ascertain a new roommate in a city good of lunatics, or try to find another place, which is no easily task. All while working and trying to hustle for gigs.

"Or, I have another opportunity which has come up. My old teacher has offered me a staff placement here at the university working in her department. I would attend on all the output, yarn, auditions, as well as any other chore they have for me. But I would mold on choreography and be involved in the creative process, which I love, and mentor the students if they needed mortal help. The job wouldn't pay a totally lot, but would be livable, and one of the perk is I could take away three course cite for free every semester and in the summer seance to work toward a degree. But I'd have to find a place to live, get a car, and uproot my life from what it's been the last few years.

"So, do I keep slogging away in New York, scuffling for work, and cave in up on a dream ? Or do I be active back, have a job I know I'd enjoy and be secure at, but play it safe ?"

"You could depend at it as a great opportunity, a new chapter in your life. The free stratum are a capital bonus. And if you would need to take in extra money, I know I could book us a few gigs a week as a duo ; with your looks and your voice we'd be gold. But the main gunpoint is this : You've gained incredible experience the lastly few years. And that experience could actually have a invaluable effect on the students you come in contact with. It could be very rewarding for you and for them."

"You really think so ?"

"Of course !"

"That's what my teacher said."

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

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

"Are you occupy tomorrow night ?"Bree asked.

"I just cleared my slate,"Bobby said.

"Tomorrow's matinee is our final carrying out. Afterwards we have a cast party which I must attend for an hour or so. After that I'm going to dinner with Mom and Gerry and my nan and Moe. It's Gerry's delicacy. Would you come with me ?"

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

"No, not at all. Please come, I don't want to be a twenty percent cycle. The women all agree it is a respectable idea. And the men both said they'd love to adjoin you. And don't worry, neither one of them knows that you got there first."

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

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

"Flounder Fred's !"

"That's right. And after dinner and the old folks leave, we can hold a minuscule time to ourselves."

Bobby drove Bree to summertime's home. They had a decent osculation 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 stop at the Holiday Inn down the blocking, Bobby arrived early on and waited in the lobby. At about five minutes till seven the aged folk arrived. Summer looked okay as ever in a red dress and with longer hair, now several inches down her back. Ella was slim and vibrant in a mean fateful top and baggy flowery gasp. He was pleasantly storm when Summer and Ella both hugged him without hesitation, thus breaking any ice.

Introductions had just been made when a taxi pulled up to the front entrance and Bree appeared. They were seated promptly and dinner went well. summertime and Ella gave him a sideways glance here and there but it was not uncomfortable at all. Conversation was relieve and easy, often focused on Bree's output, and Bobby really enjoyed it. Gerry was a handsome guy, maybe a few year sure-enough than Summer, and had a pretty beneficial sense of humor. And Moe was a material objet d'art of work, big and bluff, peculiar as hell and had a ponytail almost as long as Ella's.

After dinner they all said their goodbyes in the lobby. By this meter the place had thinned out so they took a private booth in the bar and ordered cognacs. Drinks they could nurse and extend the evening. At first they talked about how well dinner had gone and how much they both liked Gerry and Moe. Then the conversation shifted to Bree's quandary. A determination would have to be made soon.

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

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

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

Bobby reached into his scoop and took out a elbow 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 middle became leaky saucers. She smiled but started crying softly. Then she reached into her handbag and pulled out a elbow room key from the Holiday Inn down the street and put it on the table future to the other one. Her smiling widened but her snag 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 confessedly : Great minds think alike !"

Fortunately they were capable to wobble one of the reservations to the following night. Bobby figured he had two Clarence Shepard Day Jr. to win over her that moving back home base was the right affair to do .