coffee, TEA, OR troika ?

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

They were opposites in many ways. Bobby was blond, tall and lean-muscled, a ballplayer, a blue runner and a musician ; Carl was dark-haired, thickset and had been an amateur pugilist and had a crooked nose as a resultant role. Bobby was into music and the arts and liked to camp and hike ; Carl liked to puzzle out on cars, go hunt and fishing and stay at the Best western. In their college afterlives Bobby was a sales event rep for an athletic clothing manufacturer and played music on the incline ; Carl was a manager for a firm that refurbished metro buses. But they were good friend, shared the Lapp common sense of humor, and made it a stop to get together every few calendar month for a night out.

This story begins on one of those nights. Carl and Bobby were 26 and 25 long time old, and it was a Friday night, the day after Thanksgiving. They decided to foregather at one of their old hangouts, The Vous, a pub near the university campus where they'd gone to college. It was a place that had a beer and wine-colored license, but sold no backbreaking liquor. It was known for bum pitcherful, live music and a high limen for craziness, at least back when they were in school.

Bobby lived about xlv mo away from campus and Carl lived an 60 minutes away in the face-to-face direction so they drove separately and met out front man of The Vous. They went inside to the bar, ordered two bottles of beer and a pitcher of C, and then found a small board off to the side and took seats. The beers were mostly for show. The mound of Coke was for the bottle of rum Carl had stuffed in his jacket.

The topographic point was dead for a Friday, which made sense since it was Thanksgiving weekend and near students had gone home for the vacation. Only two early table were occupied in addition to a handful of regular at the bar. There was a tercet setting up on level. While Carl surreptitiously stirred rum into the twirler of blow, Bobby went over to the stripe to infix himself, as instrumentalist are wont to do. He wanted to see if they had any common musical friends.

Carl filled one of the tumbler 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 reciprocal familiarity but they dug a lot of the Saame clobber. It was a blues-rock band, and Bobby had grown up on that.

Bobby sat back down at the tabular array with Carl and they commenced to shooting the dogshit, sipping beer and chasing it with Republic of Cuba Libres. They talked about the usual stuff they talked about when they got together : caper, variation, women and college. Finally, after about twenty arcminute the band kicked it into gear. Immediately Bobby could hear that the band was really tight and thankfully not ear-bleeding loud. That was good he thought, especially with the mostly-empty room.

It looked like it was going to be a dim dark at The Vous. Only a few more people had come into the place after Carl and Bobby. There was a table of four, two couples seated in a booth on the far English, and two girls at a II not far from their own table.

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

The girls were fine looking and were sharing a carafe of wine. One was blonde, with shoulder-length crisp curls, and looked to be in her early twenties. The other was a few years older but looked just as delectable, with the same frizzy hair, only she was brunet. Both were reduce and aphrodisiacal in rigorous jeans, Blondie with a snug red sweater and the older gal in a cream-colored blouse. Both looked good enough to eat, and somewhat out of piazza at this dump.

"They must be sister,"Bobby said.

"Sisters ? Really ?"

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

Carl tried to search without staring."fountainhead, I don't care if they're sisters, or cousins or hooker, they are fucking hot ! We need Sir Thomas More ice,"he said, and got up to go to the bar. Bobby figured he just wanted to get a better facial expression 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 deglutition,"Carl said as he sat down. The Vous was not known for dependable wait staff.

"You did ?"

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

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

Carl dumped the relief of the ice into the twirler and poured in another healthy dose of rum. The refreshment were going down easy and Bobby was getting into the music, tapping his feet and rapping his thumbs on the table. The rhythm section was a meaty, unshakable pulsation and now the guitarist had switched to electric violin and was knocking off blues biff with his bow and his fingers.

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

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

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

Over the rest of the set they would peek over at the young lady and occasionally eye inter-group communication would be made. At one distributor point the brunette got up and went to the Lady room. Carl and Bobby had their middle glued to her tightly-wrapped butt until she disappeared down the mansion to the restrooms. Then they glanced at the blonde, who was smiling and shaking her head.

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

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

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

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

"Hey guy cable, thanks again for the crapulence. We wanted to recall the motion but what are you drinking ? I see two empty beer bottle, but what's in the pitcher ?"Her voice was low and breathy.

"snow,"Bobby said.

"Coke ?"she said."You kidding me ? How can two young hombre have as often 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 drumhead back and laughed."Beautiful !"she said."Two beers and a mound of Coke coming up."She strutted off to the bar.

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

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

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

Bobby and Carl hustled to the table with their glasses and pitcher. Soon brunette returned carrying a tray with two beers, a pitcher of snow and some charge plate 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 intermixture into two cup for the girls.

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

"Those are occupy figure,"Bobby said."Different. Unique."

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

"No line of reasoning there,"Bobby said."Were you born in the summertime ? Is Summer a nickname ?"

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

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

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

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

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

"You're very perceptive,"Bree said.

"Really,"he went on,"Because you look alike, you have the Sami eyes and the like rima oris 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 hot seat, taking it in.

"I never would sustain guessed,"Bobby said."summertime, you look like her big sis, maybe three or four class older !"

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

They all laughed. The ice had been thoroughly broken. The guy wire had inadvertently made summer's nighttime, and they could severalize that Bree was proud of her hot mom. They all went on to learn about each early. Bobby and Carl told them about their college days and car tripper and jobs and their occasional night out. summer lived alone in a little house three blocks from the bar, and worked at the VA hospital and taught yoga and aerobics. Bree was xxi and was visiting for the tenacious weekend. She lived in New York urban center where she had a day job at an art museum while she tried to take a crap it as a dancer.

The night turned out to be a blast. They drank all the rum and danced and changed spouse several times. Bobby sat in with the isthmus on a twain tunes and slow-danced with Bree and summer. He loved the feel and smell of both, and the touch of their tits against his chest, and was pretty sure it was no accident when their human knee found their way gently between his thighs.

The eye contact they made, the grinning they shared, and the open conversation they had over several hours made this a particular dark. But as is often the case when there are two guy wire and two young lady, it can be awkward not knowing the following best gradation. It seemed to be clicking on all levels, but as the Nox wound down, Bobby wondered where it would go next.

-- --

After the third base 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 mean she is ?"

"I don't know. She said she had Bree when she was Lester Willis Young. Bree's 21. What, maybe thirty-nine or 40 ?"

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

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

-- --

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

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

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

"Mom, are you make for this ?"

"I think so."

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

"On and off. Mostly off."

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

"I know."

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Neither do I."

-- --

The Guy had just paid the tab when the young woman got back to the table and it was instantly decipherable how they would be paired.

"Do you need to total back to the family ?"Summer said directly to Carl.

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

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

When they were about a half block away Bree took Bobby's script and a few footstep later pointed to a egg white bungalow with brown clipping, with a porchlight illuminating a long specialize porch and a fine-trimmed hedge in front.

"We're nursing 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 blow with her keys and unlock the door. Abruptly Bree stopped and turned to Bobby and squeezed his hand.

"Kiss me,"she said.

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

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

Bree and Bobby broke into laughter, ending their kiss.

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

"The start 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 little bit. She was at the stove and he was standing beside her.

"I'm making tea,"Summer called.

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

"I want Bree,"he said.

She pulled him down the hallway. She showed him where the bathroom was and then opened the doorway opposite."Wait for me in here, I'll be right back."

Bree went back to the kitchen.

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

"Oh, okay, I understand,"summer said."You sure you don't need something before you go to bed ? orangeness succus, an energy drink, a Vitamin B shooter ?"

"No, I think we're fine."

"All rightfield. Try to stay fresh it down in there,"she said."We have neighbors."Carl and summertime laughed.

"right field back at ya,"Bree retorted.

Meanwhile Bobby was looking around the elbow room, which obviously had been Bree's childhood bedroom and little had changed. There were plaques on the wall for gymnastic exercise and dancing, and photos of her in natural action. One framed photo on the actor's assistant caught his interest and he picked it up to see it more closely. It was an eight by ten photo of Bree on stage, under the sparkle, dancing on the tiny baksheesh of her toes with her hands high above her head word, her sexy bod dressed in a white frilly Tutu, gabardine leggings and skimpy ballet carpet slipper.

"Do you like that painting ?"Bree asked as she closed the sleeping accommodation door behind her.

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

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

"I could never believe how dancers could endure on their toes like that. It looks like it must hurt like perdition, 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 bit. He felt the burn of her knocker and the steadiness of her thighs against him. They kissed again, harder.

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

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

"Just for a min,"he rasped. He kissed her rima oris again.

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

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

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

Bree picked up her phone from the actor's assistant, fiddled with it for a few moment and then disappeared into the waltz closet.

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

"Are you ready ?"Bree finally asked.

"All ready,"Bobby replied.

"Are you naked ?"she said.

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

"okeh, here goes. It's going to be shortsighted and sweet."

Music started playing softly and Bobby saw Bree's arm extend out from the closet and set the earphone on the dresser. It sounded familiar but Bobby didn't know squat about ballet. Then Bree breezed into the room on her toes…en pointe…with her arms in a circle high above her forefront, dancing gracefully to the strings, back and Forth River and around him in the pocket-size space. She wore concert dance skidder and frilly panties, and nothing else except for the thin amber rings pierced through the teat of her chirpy medium-sized breasts.

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

Bree's hands were no longer luxuriously in the air. She was improvising now, running her hands over her flesh, cupping her titmouse, inside her panties, along the crack of her ass.

She came down on two-dimensional feet a few column inch in movement of him. She took his cock in her hand.

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

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

He put his finger's breadth inside her panties and skid them down to the floor. Her pussy sass glistened in the voiced lightness. He pulled her closer and leaned his face 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 lips. As she stroked his phallus she ground her pitcher softly into his face.

"Now I'll do a unlike kind of saltation for you,"she said. A lap terpsichore, Bobby mentation. He groaned when she lowered herself onto him and he felt the warm, wet seventh heaven of her cunt swallow up his cock.

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

The severely chairman had no springiness, each of Bree's downward thrust ended with a sudden splat. Soon Bobby's sweaty ass was sliding around on the wooden rear. He put the fingers of one hand in the wisecrack of Bree's ass and the former arm around her pep pill backrest and stood up. With his jean around his ankles and his dick stuck like a fulcrum into her thirsty twat he waddled over to put his human knee on the edge of the bed. He wriggled their eubstance up onto the bed, and with Swan Lake playing softly in the background, Bobby started fucking her like a man on a missionary work. Bree dug her fingerbreadth into Bobby's back and rammed her groin into his.

The bed was a close call. It creaked loudly with each dip, the leap straining under the force of their making love. The screechy sound bounced off the bedroom paries and all Bobby could think about was how Summer and Carl had to learn it back in the kitchen while they were having their tea. Bree didn't seem to deal or notice.

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

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

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

"holy place bastard !"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 wire in a coaxial cable, thus winching her snatch into a clenched fist.

"red cent, that's tight,"he said.

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

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

They fucked hard, they sighed and moaned along with the box leaping, and Bobby's prick moved very little inside Bree's sexy expansion slot. Little by little, with each snakelike stroke of their joined jetty, he felt his cum Menachem Begin to churn. He instinctively knew that if his spermatozoon could ever make it up through the force wrapped around his tool it was for sure to be a whopper.

A minute later Bree came to his rescue. As she sung out with a high-pitched trill her twat unsnatched from around his stuffed meat and she came, unleashing a wet waving of cum. Their initiative clock time together and their orgasm were almost simultaneous : Bobby continued fucking her and after only three or four Thomas More virgule into her wet, open slash, his semen rose through him like it was rushing to put out a fire. He was still coming when he pulled his dried core out of her and collapsed on the mattress beside her. He looked at Bree's typeface and she was grinning ear-to-ear. He smiled too.

"Amazing !"Bobby said, shaking his head. He put his mouth to hers and they held each early 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 dancer muscles working together I guess. Was it estimable ?"

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

There was silence for a minute 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 House of York. And I'm not."

30 seconds Sir Thomas More of silence.

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

"How do you cognize I don't ?

"I don't know. Do you ?"

"No. There's not clip and I meet so many assholes with monumental egos it's not Charles Frederick Worth the hassle. There are a half dozen backstage romances going on in every yield I've been in. They hit on me all the fourth dimension. It gets to be a drag. It's nice to be domicile ; to cope with mortal normal for a change."

"Ah…"

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

"No."

"Good."

Thomas More silence.

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

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

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

He worked his way down, and he shifted his body around gradually as he moved his mouth over her warm damp flesh, to her flatten out pot, teasing around her already-fucked pussy, to her inner thighs, kissing her genu, calves, shinbone, mortise joint. He took his fourth dimension kissing the soles 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 professional dancer. They support you. I support them. You dance on the steer of these toes. What a bed turn-on !"

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

"What, do you birth a human foot voodoo or something ?"Bree asked when he was switching to her second foot.

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

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

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

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

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

Despite their unenviable status Bobby did his sound to fuck Bree's face as she blew him and he kept trying to suck the blusher off of her toenails. By the time he finished sucking all of her toes she had not yet had another orgasm but his shaft felt like a balloon about to burst. He reconfigured their consistence a endorsement time, stretching and straightening into a more comfortable sixty-nine posture. With her mouth now a warm, snuggery glove around his overblown boner he split her toothsome lips with is lingua and tasted her tangy twat and sucked her rubicund button into his mouth.

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

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

Bree's puss exploded in his face. Bobby was shocked by the force of it, but was it for him, because of him ? Or was it a pent-up tank car, finally being emptied ? He didn't have much meter to reckon about it because his back talk and nostril were now flooded and her body writhed as he held her. A moment later his dead body shook and he came in her sassing, and her brim stayed on him, spate after charge, until he was done.

-- --

After several mo basking in the ember of their heat they took routine in the bathroom to perform their bedtime ablutions. Bree went first and when she returned she handed her soup-strainer to Bobby. He brushed his teeth and washed up and then searched the medicine cabinet. He found a tube of bark lotion and gently rubbed some into each side of his turncock, hoping to assuage the tenderness of his impertinent, raw brush burns.

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

The first light sun was just beginning to filter through the curtain when Bobby was awakened by Bree's mouth on his lucubrate cock. He ran his digit through her hair.

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

She sucked him hard and dug her fingers into his ass. He only winced a couple multiplication from the soreness on his calamus. Soon he moaned and groaned and twisted and shook and busted his nut. Bree kept her mouth glued to his warm gun as he came and swallowed nearly of it but still had a mouthful when she kissed him.

"goodness dayspring !"she said.

"trade good morn 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 buttocks in his script and she locked her peg around his neck and fucked his typeface for several mo. When she relaxed her grip Bobby rose up onto her. Bree brought her legs up until they were resting on her shoulders giving him tot access. Another turn-on, he thought, thanks to her dancer flexibility. With his face tacky from perspiration and jizz he slipped his re-hardened putz into her deeper than ever and gave her an acute, bed-banging, three-fold orgasm, proper beneficial morning fuck.

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

"Tomorrow,"she said meekly.

"Can I see you tonight ?"

"You just believe it !"

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

"Well, effective forenoon, Houserocker,"her mother said when she entered the room."Does your bed still have four legs ?"

Bree smiled and blushed and poured her own glassful 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 story in your room."

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

A moment later Bobby breezed into the kitchen.

"good morning, summer,"he said energetically.

"commodity good morning Bobby."

After they shared a few early courtesies 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 threshold and kissed him goodbye on the forepart porch.

-- --

Bree was watching for Bobby when he pulled up in front of the planetary 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 going away, Mom. Don't wait up."

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

Bobby watched Bree jog toward him, thinking Damn !, why does she have to know in New York ? She looked rattling in a long-sleeved pitch blackness frock with a zipper all the way down the front man from the top to the hem at mid-thigh. As she scurried across the front grounds it was obvious she was braless and her limber branch forced the dress a little farther up her branch. She jumped into the car, put her purse and sweater on the seat and leant to render Bobby a kiss on the lips.

Bobby had searched around to see if there was some variety of dance carrying out going on somewhere in town that he could adopt her to but there was none to be found. This didn't really bother him because the couple time of day they would consume spent sitting in can watching the display was a couple hours he could not spend talking to her, getting to know her adept, laughing with her, or trying to get her au naturel. So he would rent her to dinner and they would wing it from there.

The evening was a bang achiever. dinner was at Flounder Fred's, a democratic seafood restaurant. They had to await for a board but that was cool, they had a couple drink and were in force and loose by the time they got a table. dinner was Delicious 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 meter they finished the repast Bree was wet and Bobby was playing with himself under the table.

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

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

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

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

-- --

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

They met at an upscale eating place near the university. Bree and Bobby wore their same clothes from the night before but they had cleaned up tangible nice. summer looked fabulous in a red wench and a navy craw top. And Bobby thought Ella, who was Summer's mother and Bree's nan, looked pretty damn practiced too. He figured she had to be deep fifties, but she looked ten or twelve class younger. She was thin like her daughter and granddaughter and looked in first-class shape. And she definitely looked like an old hippy in a flowery embroidered peasant dress and long blonde/gray pilus pulled back in a ponytail leaping by rubber isthmus about every three or four inch down her back.

The charwoman ordered mimosa while Bobby had a damn Blessed Virgin. Brunch was whatever they wanted. They could choose from eggs any-which-way, pancakes, waffles, crepes, ham, bacon, grits, boodle, dessert, you name it. Bobby pigged out and listened while the lady did almost of the talking. He thought Ella seemed to be more like Bree than like summertime : The free-wheeling, ad-libbing, winging-it, artsy fartsy character. Summer seemed a little more conventional.

Brunch over, they drove in two cars to summertime's house. Ella said goodbye, hugged her girl and granddaughter and left. The time was nearing when Bree would be leaving. Bobby offered to drive her to the train place which was about a xv instant cause. While Bree was packing Bobby and summertime chatted on the sofa.

"That was nice to offer to drive her to the gear,"Summer said."She doesn't visit very often, but when she does I always offer to push back 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 same jeans and red perspirer she'd worn on Friday nighttime. She looked even ameliorate than the first time.

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

"They said they'll be calling her wagon train in a few minutes. Everything is on time,"Summer said.

Mother and daughter talked. Be careful, keep in hint, ring me when you get in, good portion on your audition, don't forget to blah blah blah. Then they all exchanged contact lens information and promised to stay in soupcon. Then they called Bree's train.

Summer hugged and kissed Bree and said bye-bye, and then it was Bobby's turn. He hugged her tight, kissed her impudence, then gave her a short mystifying one on the mouth.

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

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

She hugged him again and put her lip 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 sign of the zodiac, Bobby realized it was the number one fourth dimension he'd been one-on-one with summer. He wanted to make conversation but wasn't sure what to say. He didn't want to be too trite and he didn't want to sound too sappy.

"How often does Bree get along to visit ?"he asked.

"Oh, it depends on her agenda,"she said."Her day job is predictable, but the dance is all over the space, fiesta or famine. It can be a grind. I doubt she'll stimulate it for the holidays if she's in a product again this year."

"You have to helping hand it to her. She's following her dream. To be so new and go to The Big orchard apple tree all by herself. That's pretty brave."

"She always knew what she wanted to do. I encouraged her, I said be happy and do what you love. She never wavered ; she worked jobs and saved her money. A hebdomad after she graduated from senior high school she packed two big handbag and got on the train."

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

"Do you resent that ?"

"Not really because my parents didn't know any better. They did what they thought was decently. But my talents and aptitude are in music and arts and I have a business degree. So I work in sale and play music theatrical role metre. 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 honest mother, Summer."

"Thank you,"she said."My mother had me youth ; she became pregnant in her elder year of high up school. My father was a pothead who was seldom around. And then I did the Same matter. I got knocked up in my fourth-year year."

"High school sweetheart ?"

"Yeah, an eighteen-year-old stunner who turned into a twenty-year-old loser. I know the struggles my Mom went through and I know the struggles I went through. I tried heavy to thrum two thoughts into Bree's head : postdate your dreams and don't get knocked up."

"You're a adept female parent,"he said again."And you two have a expectant 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 virtually of the time. We were close. I was her best friend as well as her mother."

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

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

As they neared Summer's household Bobby tensed up because he didn't know how to go on. He liked Bree a lot, but knew a long distance relationship was likely doomed. He liked Summer too, and since he had received Bree's go-ahead he had no guilt about pursuing her. But he didn't know how, and didn't want to come off like a jerky. Fortunately summer bailed him out.

"Would you like to add up in for a little bit ?"she said when he pulled up in front line of the house."Would you like coffee bean, 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 counterpunch 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 natural calling to be certainly, but I do okay. I have a huge territory and beat back a lot. I'm spread head pretty tenuous but it's not bad. I come to this area around the university once every match of week. How about you ? You work at the V.A. infirmary ?"

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

"How did you get into that ?"

“"After I finished 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 operating theater and patient role care."

"That sounds interesting."

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

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

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

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

summer blushed and laughed again."Sometimes,"she said."But I made that mistake once and won't again. The ophthalmologist in bang is aplomb ; His public figure is Richard, he's older and very lettered and very dedicated. But almost of the physician are optometrists who come to the clinic to mold for a yr or two after they get out of school because it was portion of the softwood they made when they accepted their grant or learnedness or whatever. Most are spoil little terror who can't wait to end up their committedness so they can go out and gain the big bucks and afford a Pearle Vision or something."

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

"Can I ask you something ?"he said.

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

"rich person you thought about Fri Night ? 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 idea how the respite of the night would go…"

"Neither did I."

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

"Yes."

"You did ?"

"Yes. Are you coming on to me ?"

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

summer laughed."What about Bree ?"

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

"O.K., I get it."

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

"You were the low selection for both of us. And when I heard you guys in her sleeping room I knew we were both proper. What about you ?"

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

Bobby moved a little closer to her on the couch.

"May I kiss you ?"he asked.

"Yes,"she said without hesitation.

Bobby put his mouth to Summer's and her lips parted, allowing his lingua to enter her oral fissure. Her backtalk were soft and absorbed his, and it felt like all four meshed into one. Their tongues did a sexy samba and he put his blazon around her and held her closing. He probed her mouth and it felt vauntingly 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 nice,"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 outset with tonight,"she said."It's been a yearn weekend and I have to go into work early tomorrow morning."

"I can contract a hint,"Bobby said, and fuddle down the rest of his tea.

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

They shared another longsighted, hot osculation at the straw man door 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 summertime to let her know that she'd had a bland ride and had made it back safely.

"Your young man came on to me,"Summer told her.

"That was fast,"Bree said."And he's not my swain. It's hard to own a fellow 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 assembly between his legs."

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

"fountainhead, I have to process early in the morning."

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

"I wanted to talk to you first. To pee-pee sure enough you were okay with it."

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

"He's a good kisser."

"Oh, so you kissed him at to the lowest degree. That's good. That's a jump. What next ?"

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

-- --

Bobby phoned her on Tuesday night. They chatted for a few arcminute before he got around to the function of the call.

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

"Okay."

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

"Yes, that would be nice."

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

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

They agreed that it was a just plan. Bobby would be at her theater at six and would pick up their dinner party on the way. pizza pie and salad.

-- --

Bobby showed up on time. He knew properly away that it was going to be a respectable Nox. He was barely inside the door when, with a xvi column inch pizza pie box and two salads in his hands, summertime planted a quick, John Major kiss on his backtalk, and slid her teasing tongue in and out from between them quickly.

They went into the kitchen and Bobby put the nutrient on the table. He noticed immediately that summertime had prepared some potable. There was a feeding bottle of wine and a nursing bottle of rum and some beer and cola on the riposte. She poured wine, he grabbed a beer.

Summer was dressed casually, but hot as netherworld. She was barefoot and wore a slinky coldness shoulder T. H. White top, no bra, and paper thin, tartan Capri pants showing a touching of cameltoe and her toned calves. Bobby was about to cream his jeans.

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

They did, and Summer had set it up nicely. There was a fake log burning in the hearth and various scented standard candle lighted in the way, the ambiance plain. They sat on the lounge together and they both knew why they were there. They made wild chatter for a brace hour. Then Bobby looked around and took it all in : the inflammation, 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 travelling bag,"she said.

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

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

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

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

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

Bobby's hand climbed from her hip to her breast, and summertime's helping hand found his inner thigh. He thumbed her firm nipple while he palmed her mild tit through the fabric. She sighed from his touch, and her hand groped for his burgeoning cock. He moved his rima oris to her neck and smelling her sweet, insidious scent he sucked a wad of her skin into his mouth. She wrapped her finger's breadth around his cock through his jeans and felt its severeness. He kissed her chest above her knocker and pulled the white fabric excursus and put his oral cavity around her nipple.

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

He sucked her tit and she moaned. She rubbed his cock and he groaned. Bobby pushed his dick into her manus, his groin telling her yes, take it. With one bridge player she unzipped him and slipped her long digit inside his pants and ran her fingertips along the duration of it. Bobby's script was now in her crotch ; her legs closed tightly around it and he could feel the warmth of her pussy. Summer yanked on his belt and loosened it, then managed to unsnap his jeans. Her hand dove down and surrounded his balls.

summer's top came off and Bobby's mouth moved to her other tit. He sucked her and she liked it. He started moving south, his backtalk grazing her smooth, flat tum, taut from her workouts, but she stopped him and pulled his head back up.

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

summer loved having her bosom sucked. For her it was the prelude to everything and made everything better. Even though Bobby's cock was now hard and long in her hand, and she would get to that, she wanted to milk his tit sucking for as long as possible. She knew it would turn her into sexual jelly. Bobby plastered his lips around her left nipple and suckled like a starved child.

"Oh God, yes,"summertime blurted.

Bobby rubbed her zany and Summer tried to be intimate his hand. With his oral cavity doing a Hoover on her nipple and her right on hand in his whisker, she reached down with her leftfield to where his hand was already voiceless at work. Her pants had a train tie and a three-inch zipper and were already damp. With a fluid one-two she untied and unzipped, giving Bobby's hand total access. Then she took his hired hand and fed four fingers into her and started vigorously fucking them. She kept her manus over his to pee-pee sure he dug deep.

They were, half-on/half-off the sofa, his mouth plastered to her tit, her finger's breadth digging into his scalp, his fingerbreadth digging into her squashy snatch, her hired hand on his, assisting him, her groin pressed onto him, attached like barnacles to a buoy bucking up and down on the moving ridge in a verbose chopper.

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

Bobby hesitated but summertime 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 char before, the idea had never even crossed his mind. But summer kept directing traffic, and with her hand on his forearm she kept driving it into her. He sucked her tits without control, alternating left and right, not playing favorite, wanting to please her like no man ever had. His pecker was an iron rail, and soon her hand returned to spellbind its girth, but he knew his gratification could wait.

summertime crammed tit into his mouth and humped his hand, and Bobby sucked with maximum ruck. Bobby's clenched fist swung inside her like a clumsy, punch-drunk Boxer throwing lazy lick in deep water, but she keened in edgy delight with each plunge. The legs of the sofa squeaked with their movements.

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

Bobby bit playfully into her tit, eliciting another well-chosen, wheezy squawk. His saliva slickened her skin and ran down his Kuki-Chin. stew brewed on his brow as he chomped away.

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

She came like a dike broke. Her body shook and Bobby felt the heated rush surround his hand. Her ass was on the border of the sofa and when her cum oozed out it dripped down her second joint and onto the carpet.

Bobby switched from sucking bite to sweet kiss as she released. Gradually her trembles eased into gruntle spasm until finally her busy crotch rested. Then she pulled his arm and he watched her vagina widen as his hand reemerged.

His clenched fist looked like a drowned foetus. He opened and closed his hand various times and flexed his fingers. He rubbed the muck into summer's leg. He looked up at her face and she wore a wide smile.

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

She pulled his question up to hers and they kissed. She stroked his putz as they took their time.

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

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

"Ugh,"she groaned, as her knee 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 worry about yours ; it will be in my backtalk. Then she sucked his hard-boiled cock in between her lips.

She had one hand on his balls and the other on his ass. Then with a slight maneuvering of sassing and oral cavity she soon had all eight column inch of his nervous cock embedded into her head. She was rusty, she knew, and he was variety of prominent, but she wanted to do her best to spend a penny it good for him, the way he had for her. She hoped she wouldn't gag.

No worry. Bobby came in about thirty mo. He'd been holding it back the whole time he was tit-sucking and fist-fucking. With a muffled boom his cum roiled and exploded up through him like a busted pipe. Summer pinched his ass cheeks as if to rack out every pearl. She kept her mouthpiece mashed around his vibrating pecker until the simmering goal of his throes. Cum escaped from the niche of her mouth when she smiled up at him.

-- --

They had their weapon system around each other on the lounge, and shared intermittent kisses, their bodies naked and spent, temporarily at least. They didn't public lecture ; they basked in the viewing of their sex, recovering. Bobby was happy that Summer wasn't a woman who talked too a great deal, he wasn't in the mood for yakking. He was biding time, still kittenish. He wanted to get it on her.

After a patch he initiated another osculation and while their glossa flirted he eased her onto her back on the sofa. He spread her legs and got on his knee joint between them. He grabbed her hip joint and yanked her body to him, and she yelped as he scooted her ass up onto his chest. Her pegleg were now over his berm, her crotch in his face. He supported the buttock of her ass with his palms and pulled her muffin to his sassing. He kissed her thigh and licked the rim of her twat, which was afford to him. She seemed shy at first, but reached uphill for him, and her fingertips found the tomentum on his wobbling head.

His tongue painted the diffused, wet surface of her backtalk for several minutes before he plunged his glossa into her slit. Summer oohed and scrunched up but it still felt loose to Bobby. So he sucked onto her self-conceited button. That got her attention.

She locked her legs around his head and pushed her midsection into his face. He felt the cushion firmness of her conjuring trick bean in his mouth and took it deep, wanting to imbibe another orgasm out of her before he mounted her, entered her and gave her a right pounding and another shooting of his liquid honey. She squeaked when he slipped his eye fingerbreadth into her whoreson. With the heighten grip he was able to move her ass around and even closer, and her twat was blush big H against his face. With each suck and each donkeywork of her groin her ready member filled more of his mouth and his finger filled to a greater extent of her asshole.

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

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

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

Bobby didn't postponement for her to wind up. His prick was like a bad cop's billy club : long, firmly and ready to kick back ass. Summer was still tremoring when he slipped his pecker into her soaked time slot and started pumping. His finger's breadth was still lodged in her ass.

"Yes, fuck me !"she blurted.

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

Attached by their locked sassing, his crank in her dig and his finger up her ass, they started rocking the household. Bobby pounded her like he was trying to knock her into the basement and as he did she grunted with each get-up-and-go and pinched her fingers into his neck. He wondered if the couch wouldn't have to make the dash on its legs tightened after this. Summer's wooden leg were soon clutched around his, constricting, and her cunt was sucking his pulsating rooster as it drilled her. second after sweaty minute she offered every square toes inch of her cunt to him as he fucked her.

They both grunted with each knife thrust of their genital organ and fucked like they both needed it. Bobby became distracted for a mo and summer must have noticed because she squinched him slopped and rammed her cunt into him even harder. His creative thinker had wandered when he briefly thought of Bree.

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

She felt him tense up so she knew he was ready to blow. She made one final power sucking of his natural language into her pharynx and squeezed his bottom as hard as she could. She grinded her SOB intemperate and trench onto his finger. Bobby answered by wiggling it and trying to pry a second finger's breadth in.

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

"Yes,"he said.

"Give it to me !"

Within seconds he did. With a raucous groan his cum rose. It did a slow suntan as it spurted up and out. He pushed his stopcock into her as oceanic abyss as he could and did the same with his finger up her ass. She was stroking her button and swinging her seawall hoping to get along with him.

She didn't young woman by a lot. Bobby was on his fourth or fifth part squirt, easing down, his body like gluey gelatin atop her, when Summer came again. Her body quivered beneath his weight.

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

-- --

Bobby got dressed while summertime reheated the pizza. It was ten-thirty by this time. They ate quickly and then Summer did her salutary to strip up the cum pool on the carpet and couch. She didn't ask him to pass the night but she gave him a hellhole of a good-night kiss at the threshold. Bobby figured she liked fucking him but wasn't quite ready to wake up with him in the dawning.

They got into the routine of hooking up every early Thursday evening ; these were the Clarence Day Bobby was in the area with his work. He'd go to summer's house after work around five-thirty, they'd have a drink or two, some dinner party and then start making out and go to the sleeping accommodation and fucking. And they'd ass and suck as many different ways as they could until around ten o'clock. Then they'd kiss good Night and Bobby would repel home, and they would both wake up in their own seam and be quick for piece of work in the morning.

This went on for several months. Every two workweek they'd have dinner, drinks and each early. No day of the month, no dinner out, no going to the picture. Just eat, drink and go to bed. Bobby could see that summer was trying to keep it casual and not get too confiscate. He was just a maintenance fuck for her, he knew that. But he was okay with it because he knew from the start that there was probably no realistic future for them anyway, and the sex was great. Plus he was keeping in touch with Bree, at to the lowest degree trying to.

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

"Are you occupy Sat ?"she asked.

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

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

"A party ? What party ?"

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

"What do you stand for ? 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 veterans and patient role and all that. It may not be a lot of fun for you. But I don't want to go alone."

"Don't want any sleazy 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.

"trade good. It's an indoor cookout."

"A what ?"

summer laughed."An indoor cookout. My hirer, Richard, has it every twelvemonth right before he takes holiday. He grills outside but the company's inside, lots of nutrient and beer and wine. It starts around four o'clock and we'll be home by eight or nine. attire 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 elbow room, how could I be bored stiff ?"She grabbed onto her hand and placed it over his cock."This is what will be stiff."

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

"Sure."

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

"Okay."

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

-- --

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

Summer was right about the work talk. After a while the doctors and technical school, maybe seven or eight altogether had congregated on one side with Richard holding court, and the relief of the Guest were scattered in small mathematical group. Bobby diligently stood by, not saying often once the technical lecture started, and fetched deglutition, which were going down comfortable for both of them.

As Bobby listened he became more and more print with Summer as he heard her speak. Her knowledge was incredible. It was impossible to tell who was the tech and who was the Doctor. She held her own with the stuck-up Doctor of the Church and didn't hesitate to bind her ground and disagree with them on a few occasions. And whenever they turned to Richard to settle it, Summer was always right, her obvious knowledge on good display.

dinner party was an assortment of hamburger and wiener and poulet and a smorgasbord of salads. And Thomas More beer, wine-colored and workshop talking of form. Bobby ended up having a pretty honest time : free food, resign beer and he was very proud of summertime. And he told her so on the private road back to her house.

"Damn, Summer, that was telling. You really know your bull !"

"What ?"she asked.

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

"Really ?"

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

"Yeah, right."

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

"God, that could take years."

"So what, the clip will make pass anyway, right ? And you already know more than 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 underworld !"He put his helping hand between her legs.

She removed his mitt from her crotch."Down Boy, wait boulder clay we get home. Keep your middle on the road."

"I can't delay. I've never gone to bed with a Doctor of the Church before !"

-- --

That night they had the wildest sex ever. Bobby was on a roll. He was strong-growing and talked dirty and they fucked the shit out of each early. He peppered his monologue with ‘ Doctor this'and ‘ Doctor that'in between his kisses and licks and sucking and nooky. He told Summer he never knew a physician could be such a good fuck and how he never knew Dr. puss could taste so good. He rimmed her butthole and told her how much he liked her doctor ass. And doctors give undecomposed head too, he said.

In between her suspiration and moans of delight Summer told him numerous times to strike hard off the Dr. talk.

"Sure, Doc,"he said.

Bobby ended up spending the night and waking up with summer for the first and only time. In the aurora he woke up with a tenacious, intemperate erection.

"Good sunup, Doctor,"he said. summertime's facial expression curled into mock pain."I need a Doctor of the Church's care."

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

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

"Well, maybe we should occupy you to the exigency room,"she said playfully.

"No, I think it needs immediate attention !"

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

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

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

-- --

After a morning runaway in the hay they showered and were having coffee bean in the kitchen when Summer's phone rang. Bobby sipped his coffee tree and listened to one position 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 turnout ? ... we'll find you somebody….I don't wish you up on any ladders ! ... .okay….Love ya…Bye."

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

"How's she doing ?"Bobby asked.

"Oh, she's fine. Worrying about getting her sewer cleaned on her star sign. I don't want her up on ladders. She was in a relationship with a Nice man for years and he used to take concern of that sort of stuff, but he died about a yr ago. And the guy she had hired for some work before wasn't too reliable."

"Is it a big house ?"

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

"DOE she have an extension ladder ?"

"I think she does. Why ?"

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

"You will ?"

"Sure. Can she wait until side by side weekend ?"

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

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

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

-- --

Bobby wasn't looking forward to getting up early on a Saturday to go clean awful, smelly rain gutters. He had surprised himself by volunteering. But he would do it, a gracious gesture for a squeamish woman, the mother of his older lover and unexampled favourite ‘ doctor ’.

He woke up ahead of time Sat and dressed in his unfit apparel : Ratty jeans, sweatshirt, white wind sock and an old pair of canary, ready for dirty work. He wanted to get an ahead of time start because the forecast called for rain by the afternoon. On the way he stopped by a computer storage and bought some heavy trash traveling bag and rubber gloves.

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

Ella had been watching for him and came out to recognise him. Bobby couldn't believe how expert she looked. He watched her stride toward his car, her late-fifties consistency looking slim and trim and much vernal in broken-in Levi's and a unloose white blouse. Her blonde-gray whisker 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 free lunch. Then Ella showed him the garage where a big telephone extension ladder was leaning against the wall.

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

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

He lugged the run exterior. He started with the higher trough naturally. He set up the ladder, put on his mitt and grabbed a manus trowel and a trash bag and climbed up. The toilet were filled with rancid stinky putrid leaves and snail and gook and diddly. He grabbed the dirt, raked the shit, and scooped the shit into bags. He went up and down the ladder numerous times. He moved the run around, dragged the bags up and down and pulled the lengthy garden hose up top to blush pee through the toilet to clean them out. He went around the whole house cleaning out the gutters and filling bags with stinky gunk.

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

He'd been stunk up with pieces of lousy cap gutter 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 run and moved it back where he'd found it. He put the trash traveling bag of muck by the side of the garage under the eave. By then he looked like a dirty drenched river rat. He went into the garage and knocked on the kitchen door.

"Come on in,"Ella called.

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

"Oh my good !"she said,"You poor thing. time lag one moment, I'll be right back."She returned in thirty seconds and handed him a towel and a gown."Get undressed and put this on. Then I'll give your clothes in the washer.

He happily did as he was told. He stripped down to zilch, toweled off and wrapped the gown around his dead body. He carried his saturated clothes into the kitchen. Ella was in the adjacent wash room getting the washing machine ready.

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

"Of course, dear,"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 bone soap. He shampooed his hair until it squeaked. He didn't have a comb so his tomentum stayed a wet, tangled mess. He put the robe on and tied it around him. It was a few sizing too small for him. He went back to the kitchen self-aware about how only a thin layer of terry fabric was all that covered his raw body and freshly-washed penis.

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

"flavor better ?"she asked as she put the crustal plate on the table.

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

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

They cleared the board and put the dishes in the dishwasher. They stood at the sump and stared out the window and determine flow of rainwater menstruation across the glass pane. The storm had increased in vividness with hard rainfall, rigid lead and thunder.

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

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

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

"A Bloody Mary ?"

"Yes. You like Bloody 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 ?"

"Close enough,"she said.

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

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

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

Ella touched Bobby's paw as she said that and he was surprised by the electric bang it gave him. Maybe it was the element of surprise, maybe it was the periodic lightning outdoor, but he felt it and goosebumps grew on the figure of his arm. He again became more self-conscious of his openness underneath the gown. So did his dick.

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

first, they talked about Ella's abode. Bobby told her how dainty it was, and commented about how big her trees were in the railway yard and how they were almost touching the roof and should be trimmed back before too long. He also mentioned that the Natalie Wood privacy fence enclosing the back up yard had a number of split or missing spline, but that would be an leisurely fix and he'd be glad to take tending 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 comrade for years. He used to take care of all the outdoor chores but he died the twelvemonth before of a heart attack. She felt lost sometimes ; stuck in neutral when it came to the grounds.

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

"shuffling us a couple more drinkable,"she said,"while I go and flip your apparel in the dryer."

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

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

"At to the lowest degree we have plenty of these,"Bobby said, holding up his drink.

"Thank God for the niggling things."She handed the couple to him and added,"Here, light the standard candle in the living way. I'll be right back. I'm going to force your clothes out of the dryer and put them on hangers to dry. I don't recognize how long the power will be out."

Bobby took a goodly gulp of his drinkable and then topped off his chalk. He lighted the taper in the living room. The afternoon was dark and stormy outside and the flickering flames gave the room a cozy, more intimate feel.

Ella returned in a couple minutes and sat down on the sofa future to him. She took a sip of her potable and smacked her lips.

"Well, love, it looks like you're going to be here for a patch. This tempest isn't letting up anytime soon and your wearing 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 precious in my robe,"Ella said with a light in her eye.

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

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

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

They looked at each other in the diffused, wavering ignitor 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 whale leap and crossed some sort of course. He didn't know what production line it was but he could palpate it, a new stratum of affair had been reached. He looked her over again and liked what he saw. Her Edward D. White top did not appear to be as loose as it was before. Her dungaree held snug to her slim legs and showed wearable on her articulatio genus, butt and privates. She had gotten rid of her shoes. He was seated column inch away from her and was wearing her robe and nothing else. He felt a stir down below. He thought of Bree and her scissor-fucking and her limber ramification practically wrapped around her own head teacher, and drilling her juicy, overt goofball. Then of Summer, fisting her, and their bi-weekly sustenance fucking. But here he was now, practically naked and seated side by side to Ella, and he couldn't believe the opinion he was having. He was imagining all the things he wanted to do with her.

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

"You're welcome. And it's not so bad inside, with a gracious tiffin, good drinks and good company. And I'll come next Saturday and repair your fence. That will be an promiscuous job. There're only a handful of slats that need to be replaced ; the others just want some fresh nails."

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

"The stuff will be garish and it's an loose job. But I don't want any money. I'll make it out in trade."

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

"Uh, another free lunch. More Bloody Virgin Mary. More alert conversation."

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

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

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

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

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

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

Bobby went into the kitchen and put the glasses on the countertop. rainwater pounded on the window above the cesspool. He dug ice cubes out from the Deepfreeze and tonged them into the glasses. He shook the V-8 bottle vigorously and was pouring the red mix into the glasses when Ella came to the counter and stood following to him. She reached down and picked up her chalk, took a healthy swig and put it back down. She turned to him.

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

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

"No, tell me,"he replied.

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

She pulled his arm closer to her as she moved closer to him. She leaned her face to his and kissed him on the lips. Any angst she'd had about it was erased immediately. Bobby's lips parted and his tongue instantly searched for hers. Her other helping hand was soon on his hip and his arms were halfway around her back. Their knife did diffused whirls and twist, each exploring a brand new sass, and their offset candy kiss lingered on. Her fingers dug into his skin through the reduce cloth of her gown and his deal explored her lower back. His penis grew between his legs.

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

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

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

"Almost twenty-six."

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

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

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

"It means we should kiss whomever we want ; fifty-eight, xxviii, twenty-six, whatever."He pulled her a little confining and put his hand on her cheek."Besides, you look a lot younger than that. It's obvious where Bree's and Summer's foxy lady cistron came from."

He pulled her straits to his and kissed her. Their lips spread apart in unison and their sassing were open for business concern. He pulled her tightly against him with one hand in the belittled of her spinal column and the other on her ass. Bobby's cock was arduous and Ella felt it pressing against her. It had been quite a patch for her and her mind was a whirlwind of muddiness wondering what the hell she was doing and imagining what it would finger like inside her. She found herself pushing her trunk against it, absorbing its preparation. Her pussy was suddenly anxious and wet. ‘ God what are we doing ?'she thought.

Without missing a measure and with their mouth still locked and their tongues doing a sexy dancing, Ella's fingers found the train on her robe and she pulled on it. The robe loosened, then opened, and she found his engorged peter with her handwriting. She gripped her fingerbreadth around its girth and stroked him and they kissed even harder.

"Let's go into the bedchamber,"Ella said, half out-of-breath. Bobby nodded. She held his peter like an eight-inch handle and led him to her bedroom. They embraced in the dim light, their candy kiss punctuated by newsbreak of lightning and bam of roar outside the bedroom windows. Ella pushed the robe over his shoulders and let it light 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 berth consistence : it was thin and her skin was taut but for a couple exquisitely wrinkles on her categorical venter. Her shoulders and limb were toned, not too skinny, and her tit were small-to-medium size with minimal sag. There was a blue tattoo of a pacification sign just above her right white meat. Summer had been right : her mom was a hippie holdover. A very sexy hippie holdover.

With his weapon around her he pushed her onto the bed. They kissed passionately for several bit as their hands roamed over fresh material body. But soon Bobby's brim had moved to other position. He kissed her cervix and licked her pinna and sucked the peace of mind sign into his rima oris. When he nibbled on her redress nipple Ella let out a screechy groan of pleasure.

As he tit-sucked her, playing no ducky between the two, he started working on her jeans. She helped him as right she could and soon she had squirmed out of them most of the way. With her jeans and panties now at her ankles, Bobby moved down to the human foot of the bed and pulled them off the rest of the way. He spread her legs and knelt between them. He took his initiative look at her pussy. It was haired, but neatly trimmed, and wet.

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

"I want to please you,"he said.

"You already have."

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

"Oh my God,"she stammered.

He licked her lips and lipped her clitoris and she squirmed as if her nerve termination were on overload. He gripped the cheeks of her ass tightly to stabilize her crotch as he drilled his mouth into it. It helped a footling 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 mouth to her sashay member. He sucked away and squeezed her tail. Slowly he felt her relax and her apparent motion fell in regular recurrence with his. For respective bit they worked together like this, her crotch pushed against his boldness, him sucking her clit, his tongue tasting her piquancy and his nostrils breathing in her musky scent.

His peter was now a brick. His back talk were turning to jelly and his jaws ached. He was make to fuck. He gave her one last major clit chomp, eliciting a scream from Ella, before he moved up so her saturated pussy lips were kissing the promontory of his cock. Atop her, he stared into her smooth eyes.

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

"Believe it."

"You're very handsome. But I'm thirty years older…"

"I still think you're hot."

"Fuck my brains out,"she whispered.

Bobby slipped his dick into her drenched in cesspool and felt her warm wet rampart around it, welcoming him in. He started slowly, in and out, familiarizing himself with her snatch and her muscles. He'd push his entire length into her and then out, in and out, over and over, as they got their timing down. Gradually he picked up the yard and Ella went with him, they'd go a little faster and hold it for a while, getting in sync and in melodic phrase like a Graeco-Roman duette. Adagio, then andante, then allegretto, then allegro, and finally Presto !, and they were fucking and bucking like Walter Piston on a runaway train.

Their faces were in apart as they fucked, their full, enraptured eyes locked-in. They both grunted with every thrust until Bobby kissed her and started stabbing her backtalk with his tongue. His mitt were on her butt cheeks and his fingers inched toward her dickhead. He wanted to fuck all three of her hole at once.

"Hippie-fucking is good ’, Bobby thought to himself, as they pounded away. Free love and peace and all that bullshit. He closed his optic and slammed her as severe and fast as he could. Ella screamed and climaxed in a serial 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 sexual climax was not far behind.

His cum rose up like a prison riot, his sperm fighting to get out. It was an ecstatic impulse stream and he felt a sting in his cock as he came ; his little prisoners were burning down the family. He roared as he released. With retell sensual shake he uploaded his seeded player into her until finally he collapsed onto the bed beside her.

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

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

They held each former in quiet for many moment. They listened to their breath and felt the gentle heave of their chests. The storm outside had let up some and was now just a steady rainwater tickling the windowpane.

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

"Ah, we have power,"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 nude hippie ass as she walked out the bedchamber door.

Bobby was sitting up in bed when she returned a few minutes later with her hired man full. She carried two chicken feed and a small jar.

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

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

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

"cocoa palm 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 cunning,"and kissed him.

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

She went down on him and stroked his Ball with one handwriting and took his stopcock into her backtalk. Ella was a trashy cocksucker but it was turn-on for Bobby as inch-by-inch she took all of it in. Soon he felt her lips kissing her fingertips on his balls as he gently fucked her face.

For several min 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 strong walls of her cunt. She started fucking even before he did.

In a promptly minute they were in a nookie race chasing after their next orgasms. They pumped in hard, foresighted strokes, the caput of Bobby's hawkshaw aiming for the end of Ella's tunnel. They fucked in see silence, no moans or groans or contaminating public 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 coconut oil. She opened it in a rushing and the lid scooted onto the trading floor. She scooped some oil into her hired man and reached behind her and slipped her oily fingerbreadth into her butthole. Then she sloshed more oil over Bobby's extended pole.

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

"Are you sure ?"

"Positive."She lifted up and shoved a pillow under her butt. She spread her cheeks with her digit and her asshole was surface for him."piece of ass me in the ass."

Bobby put the capitulum of his dick right up to her outdoors muddle and pushed. Ella took a bass breathing time and let out a hoarse sigh when he entered her. He pushed his rooster into her.

"Ooh, that feels big,"she said.

"You okay ?"he asked.

"Yes, you ?"

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

"Good. Now fuck me."She put her fingers on her sloppy clit and felt herself.

Bobby pushed again, easing it in. It was a soused but smooth glide and he was surprised at how easily it slid in, how empyrean the pressure felt around his cock, and how quickly he was vigorously driving his shaft 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 passion, bequeath his semen up for another ride out into the wild blue yonder. He knew he wouldn't live on long at the rate he was going so after a couple minutes he slowed his pace.

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

So he did and within five or six to a greater extent virgule his river was rising. With a aloud groan and a volcanic quaver his cum surged through his ray of light and spurted multiple times into the bass reaches of Ella's rectum. Even after he'd pellet his conclusion drop-off he kept his putz embedded in her ass as she frantically worked her tool in an try to cajole her unleashing.

After a bit Bobby pulled his hammer out of her asshole with a wet, sucking thwap and scooted down the bed. He put his aspect in her genitals and his mouth on her inflated tool. Ella ceded it immediately and put her hands on the dorsum of his capitulum. She shoved her clitoris deep into his oral fissure with all her might like she was grinding teeth. Bobby sucked on her clit the Lapp way she had sucked his dick : forcefully. He felt the pressure of her acrobatic breakwater on his font and inhaled the foul taste and olfactory property of her sex. He could find his own cum on his Chin as it seeped out of her asshole.

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

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

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The day was getting late by the time they dragged their shtup out of bed. Bobby took a shower and his clothes were clean, dry and neatly folded on the stool butt 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 next week. Even before…"

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

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

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

"okey, I promise. I'll have to call up of something else,"he said with a grinning. He kissed her and took one final tasting of her and their tongues said a tedious goodbye.

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The next few sidereal day were just like any other week and Bobby was looking forward to going back to Ella's. The fence job would be slowly, maybe an hour and a half of work, and he'd get a luncheon and maybe get repose again.

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

He went in the binding door and Ella was standing in the entryway to the living room. She was barefoot and was wearing the same robe he had worn the Sat before. Her tomentum was up on top of her head.

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

"Oh, that's OK,"Bobby said, trying not to vocalise disappointed.

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

"No trouble, I understand."

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

"Happy natal day,"Bobby said."I wish I'd known. I would induce brought you a gift."

"You did,"she said.

She took a step finisher. 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 belt."I want to have you for breakfast. And we don't have a lot of time."

She pulled him a couple measure to the sofa. She sat and pulled down his pants. His cock was already at wide care. She kissed it and licked his nut. She took it into her mouth.

The whole shebang was over in less than 30 min. She sucked him to windup and a workweek's 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 brass into her twat for a few min until she came. Then he mounted her and started fucking her. He'd been going at it for a couple min before he noticed the jar of coco oil on the burnt umber mesa. He reached over and grabbed it and held it up.

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

He turned her over. Her rear end was slip, the residue of lubing herself. He oiled his shaft and fucked her ass until he came. He withdrew his pecker from her ass and inserted in into her sentimental pussycat and rammed her doggy-style for a couple more than minutes until she let out a whoop and had another orgasm.

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

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

-- --

Bobby had just finished up and was putting his tool 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 forepart of her mother's theatre, 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 foretell you Doc."

"Huh ? What do you mean ?"

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

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

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

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

"You mean flaming Madonna,"summer said with a winking. She turned and walked into the house.

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Things started to get Weird after that. The next Thursday would have been Bobby's night to see Summer but he couldn't get hold of her. When he finally did reach her a few years later she was noncommittal and sort of blew him off. That was a number 1.

He called Ella and told her the jack of all trades was calling to see if she had any task she needed him to get care of, in the G, on the roof, or in the bedroom. She laughed but said although it was tempting she didn't think it was a soundly thought. Too end for comfort with Summer and everything. Evidently Ella didn't know—or didn't want to have sex -- Bobby had been Summer's truelove bedmate and summer didn't want him screwing her mother.

Bobby thought about the last few months with amazement. He had had a wild weekend with a Edward Young hot dancer named Bree. Then he'd had a turn of incredible nighttime with her hot Mom, Doctor summer. And finally a couple wild romps of flower child sex with Ella. Sexually it had been the most fruitful catamenia of his spirit. And now suddenly, as if flipping a shift, the rainy season was over and he was back in the desert.

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

-- --

Bobby went to exploit every day with his olfactory organ to the grindstone, trying to forget about his sexcapades. Although he would play back the experiences in his mind, it wasn't that hard to put most of it behind him and just chalk it up to ships passing in the night. He knew there was no genuine future with summer ; there was the big age dispute, and she just needed to get laid and he was convenient. And what happened with Ella was an fortuity of fate ; it would never stimulate happened if he hadn't fallen in the mud and been stranded in her home by the tempest and ended up naked wearing her robe. And she needed to get laid and he was there. But it was dissimilar 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 cry from Summer. When he saw her name displayed on his earpiece he froze for a second. He debated whether to let it go to voicemail but he couldn't.

"hullo, Summer ?"he said tentatively.

"Yes, Bobby. How are you ?"

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

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

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

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

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

"No, she still does. She's been commuting back and forth and staying with me for a few weeks while she worked on the yield. She'll be going back soon. She has asked about you, and I think she wanted to send for you, but she has been so busy, she's been putting in 16 hour twenty-four hour period. And I think she may throw felt funny story calling since she had not done a adept job of keeping in speck. Anyway, I wanted to bid you in sheath you would want to know."

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

"The final performances are this weekend : Tomorrow night, Saturday night and a Lord's Day matinee."She went on to tell him the theater and show times.

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

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

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Bobby was walking on air for two 24-hour interval. On Saturday evening he got to the field of operations plenty early. He'd made sure he dressed and looked and smelled good. He picked up his ticket and there was a brief billet paper-clipped to it. It read : ‘ Hi Bobby, So glad you could come ! meet me at the foot of the stage right after the show. Bree ’.

It was a big fanny. sum surgical incision, third row, aisle tail. He looked around the small theater. It seated three or four hundred and had high ceilings, pendant and a small balcony. There was a lot tuning up on one side of the flooring. He read through the playbill and saw Bree's name in a few different topographic point : artist-in-residence, choreography, and in several dissimilar numbers. The show was an olio of song and dance numbers from Great White Way musicals.

The show was very professionally done even though most of the performer were amateurs. Bobby was exceptional impressed with the chick named Bree. Not only with her dancing, but her telling ! The girl had a beautiful set of pipes to go along with the rest of her which was pretty damn trade 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 prison term it was over.

After the display the visible radiation went up and the audience streamed toward the rise up going but Bobby had a dead base on balls to the stage. Bree was there in seconds, in costume and caked with make-up.

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

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

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

"It shows !"

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

"Absolutely !"

"Great. Meet me around back at the stage ingress. gift me about fifteen transactions, okay ? I need to change and get cleaned up. See ya."She kissed him on the nerve and disappeared backstage.

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Bobby had pulled his car around back and was leaning against the driver's door when Bree emerged from the back of the theater. She was a beautiful mickle for his sore heart. She wore the Saami pissed dungaree and red sweater she'd worn on the night they'd met. The flapcake had been washed from her face and she looked delectable. She strutted toward him with a gym bag in her hand. Bobby opened the rider threshold for her and she got in.

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

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

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

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

"My old dance instructor is on the faculty at the university, in the Theater Arts and Dance Department. She was always an inspiration and a wise man and she always encouraged me. We've kept in touch over the years. Anyway a few months ago she asked if I could help her put the display together, perform and coach and wise man the plaster cast. She had some duplicate money in the budget. I said yes and here I am."

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

"Thank you,"she said."We were pretty happy with the result."She reached over and touched Bobby's paw."It's so expert 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 probability,"Bobby said."Once she called I couldn't delay for tonight."He took her 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 ewer of beer.

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

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

"Yes, I took your advice. It seemed to happen form 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 nanna !"

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

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

"Oh yeah, what's that ?"

"Gigolo."

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

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

Bobby smiled sheepishly and stared at his beer.

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

"Who, me ? How so ?"

"Not long before the dark we all met my mom had just kind of dumped a nerdy guy she'd been seeing. We liked meeting you guy and she was attracted to you and she has her want so it made horse sense for you two to sneak up even it was only temporary. But you really made her feel good about herself. She told me about you going to the party with her and how you praised her for her knowledge and called her ‘ Dr.'and encouraged her to back to shoal. 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 severe about each other. He's an ophthalmologist who came to crop in her clinic for three weeks while her boss was on holiday. His name is Gerry. He was just as impressed with her expertise as you were. And now she's taking classes, and making design to join his practice as an optometrist.

"And my nanna was in sort of a rut when you went over to her household and fell in the mud. She had lost a affectionately friend, a man she'd been very close to, the year before. And she was stuck in a John R. Major Funk and couldn't get out. There was this man named Moe, another old hippie who owns five or six health food stock, and he had been asking her out for months but she'd been turning him down. But whatever clicked between you and her that day did the trick. You made her feel aphrodisiacal and desirable again and she got up the courage to call Moe and see if his invitation was still trade good. It was and now they're talking about moving in together."

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

summertime 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 history and I'm not sure what to do."

Bobby squeezed her mitt."What is it ?"

"Thank you for listening. It feels beneficial to talk about it. A few workweek ago I found out my roomie is giving up the apartment when the lease is up. I have to determine whether to try to hold open it, find a new roomy in a city wide-cut of lunatics, or try to find another space, which is no easy task. All while working and trying to bustle about for gigs.

"Or, I have another opportunity which has come up. My old teacher has offered me a staff position here at the university working in her department. I would assist on all the product, recital, auditory modality, as well as any other task they have for me. But I would work on choreography and be involved in the creative appendage, which I love, and mentor the students if they needed individual help. The job wouldn't pay a solid lot, but would be liveable, and one of the perks is I could postulate three course reference for innocent every semester and in the summer sessions to work toward a grade. But I'd have to regain a place to hold up, 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 give up on a dream ? Or do I travel back, require a job I know I'd enjoy and be commodity at, but play it safety ?"

"You could count at it as a great opportunity, a new chapter in your life. The free stratum are a slap-up bonus. And if you would involve to piss extra money, I know I could book of account us a few gigs a week as a duo ; with your looks and your voice we'd be favorable. But the chief distributor point is this : You've gained incredible experience the terminal few years. And that experience could actually have a priceless effect on the scholarly person you come in touch with. It could be very rewarding for you and for them."

"You really remember so ?"

"Of trend !"

"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 carrying into action you've done. That could be invaluable to younger students."

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

"Are you busy tomorrow night ?"Bree asked.

"I just cleared my slating,"Bobby said.

"Tomorrow's matinee is our last performance. Afterwards we have a cast party which I must hang for an minute or so. After that I'm going to dinner with Mom and Gerry and my grandmother and Moe. It's Gerry's treat. Would you arrive with me ?"

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

"No, not at all. Please come, I don't want to be a fifth wheel. The adult female all agree it is a full idea. And the men both said they'd erotic love to take on you. And don't trouble, neither one of them knows that you got there first."

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

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

"Flounder Fred's !"

"That's right. And after dinner party and the old common people leave, we can have a little clip to ourselves."

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

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dinner party was set for seven-thirty. After a brief stay at the Holiday Inn down the block, Bobby arrived early on and waited in the lobby. At about five hour till seven the honest-to-goodness folks arrived. Summer looked fine as ever in a red dress and with tenacious hair, now various inches down her back. Ella was slim and vibrant in a tight black top and baggy flowery pants. He was pleasantly surprised 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. summer and Ella gave him a sideway glimpse here and there but it was not uncomfortable at all. Conversation was free and easy, often focused on Bree's production, and Bobby really enjoyed it. Gerry was a handsome guy, maybe a few days older than Summer, and had a pretty undecomposed sense of body fluid. And Moe was a rattling piece of music of work, big and bold, funny as hell and had a ponytail almost as long as Ella's.

After dinner party they all said their goodbyes in the lobby. By this metre the place had thinned out so they took a individual kiosk in the bar and ordered cognacs. drinkable they could nurse and prolong the evening. At number 1 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 decisiveness would have to be made soon.

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

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

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

Bobby reached into his sack and took out a way 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 oculus became leaky saucers. She smiled but started crying softly. Then she reached into her handbag and pulled out a room key from the holiday Inn down the street and put it on the mesa next to the other one. Her smile widened but her rent increased.

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

"Well, well,"he said."It's true : Great creative thinker think alike !"

Fortunately they were able to budge one of the arriere pensee to the chase night. Bobby figured he had two days to convince her that moving back home was the right thing to do .