Laying the groundwork (and Penny) for a culture of sharing
I know Chapter 3 was a little slow-going. I wrote you that one, so I could bring you this one. Enjoy.
I had spent much longer with Aunt Marie than I’d planned. It was almost 6:00 pm. No surprise then, when I got home to find Mom and Penny sitting on the couch, drinking wine, and talking quietly.
“My two favorite women,” I announced. “What’s going on?”
“Girl talk,” Mom said, rather abruptly
Maria knocked loudly on her son’s bedroom door. “Matthew? Wake up! You have to get up and get ready for Mass.”
Matthew’s muffled voice came through the door. “I’m not going to Mass, Mom.”
Maria’s eyes shot up. We’ll just see about that, she thought. She wrapped her fingers around the knob, twisted, and swung open the door.
Matthew was lying in bed, covered with a blanket. His eyes were open, but he said nothing.
“And just why do you
Needless to say, I was enjoying my hot times with “Grandma” Anna and “Grandpa” Frank. I called my real grandmother to tell her that I was extending my stay by a couple of days, maybe even a week.
“Ok, baby,” grandma said on the phone. “I miss you, honey. But it’s ok. Patty DeLay’s husband just died, so I’m spending a lot of time with her. But come home soon. I need you.”
I agreed and hung up the phone.
Anna waltzed into the
I sat down and cooed to her, soothing, calming. Trying to get her to stop. I was really getting worried. What would happen tomorrow? This could be an incredible disaster! Finally, slowly, she calmed and then relaxed and slowly got to her feet, this gorgeous sexy woman, my own nude mother, came as sat again in her chair.
“Are you alright?” I asked worriedly. A huge smile came to her face.
“Fine sweetie. Not to worry. You are incredible! I haven’t cum like that in years,
Jessica Turner glared out of the window. She had been planning this day for months and then a sudden downpour had wreaked havoc on her plans. Her brother was back from college today after a solid 2 years of not seeing his family and Jess wanted to make this a day for him to remember.
She dejectedly ran a hand through her long, flaming red hair. Her father joked that her mother must have been having an affair, as neither her father Jesse, her mother Angela, her brother Michael or her twin sister
Her name was Yolanda.
Every night he sat in the little piano bar and listened to her play. Every night on his way out he dropped a twenty into the small basket on the piano.
Her shoulder length hair was as black as India ink. Her eyes were deep emerald green set in an oval face that looked like it had never seen the sun.
This night when he walked toward her she looked into his eyes and said without a smile, “would you join me for a drink?”
“Of course,” he replied
My name is Jacob. I am 21 and I work as a materials handling specialist for a Chicago construction company. It pays very well, and while not always the most exciting job in the world it does have it’s moments, like the time we ordered 500 toilet seals and received 500 toilet seats. But I digress. This story is about my Senior Prom. I had just turned 18 at the time and was dating this beautiful young woman named Stella. Blonde, blue eyed, 46 DD with a nice big ass. She was the object of my
He ran his finger over her tiny breast, along her stomach until he reached her pubic hair, His searching finger were moist from their lovemaking earlier as he inserted into her. She felt the thrill of his finger paddling into her moistness. “I bet being pregnant will make you develop a bigger bosom.” Jack said teasingly, as he started to unbutton her blouse. Marisa smiled in spite of herself after the tease she got from her husband. However, she was still depressed about her husband
I woke up Wednesday morning feeling pretty weird. I had a nightmare that Jenny and I were on the couch and she was giving me one of her World Class blowjobs when her mom walked in. What was weird about it was that when I looked down at Jenny to see what her reaction was, it wasn’t Jenny but instead it was her mom between my legs and it was Jenny who walked in on us. I felt ill because now they were both mad at me for using them. Each one was mad that I had been seeing the other one too. They
All characters depicted are 18 years of age or above. The author does not encourage or condone the activities described within.
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Landon didn’t exactly know what he expected prom night to be, but sitting in his gangly, pimple-faced friend Mark’s den watching a porn film about naughty cheerleaders definitely wasn’t what he had hoped for or envisioned.
Landon was down enough already due to his expected date dumping him four days ago and having relegated himself to attending