The two caretakers stood, resting under the shade of a beautiful oak tree. The cemetery was completely empty, save for them, and one lone visitor who came most every day.
“There he is again,” the younger of the two said.
“Yeah. That was his best friend you know. They played the game back in thirty-eight,” the older one replied.
“The game?”
“Baseball. That standing there is the one and only Elijah Harwood. He was a heavy pitcher for the NLB, and then
His tongue burrowed into my ass hole, I trembled, moaned in pleasure. This made him stretch inside my asshole more, he buried his face into my ass as far as he could. Pulling my right cheek aside, he licked my ass slit , spitting on my crack to gain more slipperiness. He rimmed and licked my asshole longer and deeper than anyone had before. My body rocked over his mouth, moans became huffs and gasps I knew he was going to give me my fantasy, make my ass come alive and feel the pleasure of
“Jessica… so good to see you again.” Harry took her hand and helped her out of the car, leaning down to press a warm kiss to her cheek. He inhaled her sweet fragrance, lilies of the valley. His wife had planted them all around the foundation of their house when they married. Elise was gone but the flowers continued to bloom every year, just when it was time to start opening the windows.
Jessica smiled delightedly up at Harry. “Harry! I was afraid I was going to be
NOTE: All characters in this story are over 18 years old. The term teenage still refers to people who are eighteen or nineteen years old. This story is pure fantasy! Have fun!!
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