ReginaldChapter 19
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“Naturally not. He has five other children on the way.”
The doctor spluttered, but Frances patted him on the arm. “Are you all right? It is fine, doctor. We are all happy as a loving family, and that is what matters, is it not?”
He calmed down and finally admitted out loud, “If you are all happy, then I suppose there is no harm done, but are you certain about that?”
“I am certain, doctor; WE are certain, so no need to fret. Reg is under our control, not the other way around!”
The doctor allowed himself to be ushered out by the same teenager who had let him in; although he was wrong as to her identity. It was Carol. No-one had mentioned twins, so he did not twig to the personnel change.
In the hospital, Reg was roused from a painkiller-induced doze by the ringing of the mobile phone now parked by his bed. He answered it groggily, not sure who was ringing, and decided on non-committal.
“Yes?”
“Mr Robertson?”
“Yes.”
“Josephine Newsome, Mr Robertson; the Finds Liaison Officer.”
“Oh, yes. I remember. Sorry, I just woke up.”
“Good news, sir. The concretions have separated nicely. Mostly silver coins, as we thought, but the hints of gold in the base of each concretion turned out to be what I suspected, given that remainder were coins: gold aurei.”
“Aurei?”
“Sorry, it is the Latin plural of aureus; a Roman gold coin originally equal to 25 pure silver denarii, but that was in earlier Roman times. The silver coinage was later debased, but not the gold coinage. Strictly speaking, the Roman term for these gold coins was nummus aureus – gold money, but we only use ‘aureus’ today, for simplicity’s sake. That is all by the by, for we are viewing the coins as treasure rather than money, and of course any gold coin is much more valuable than the face denomination due to the appreciation in the value of gold as a precious metal. Beyond that value, there is the rarity value of a Roman gold coin, to numismatists; the aureus particularly so, much more than the later solidus introduced by Constantine.”
Reg murmured, “I am afraid you have lost me, Mrs Newsome. Can you simplify it for me, a simple university student?”
The irony was lost on her as she replied, “I am sorry, Mr Robertson. Are you sitting down?”
“No, I am actually lying flat in a hospital bed; but as you yourself said, that is by the by. What is your news, please?”
“Ah, yes. I am sorry to hear about that. I was not aware that you were unwell, Mr Robertson. Please accept my apologies for disturbing you in such adverse circumstances.”
“Mrs Newsome? Your news?”
“Oh. My news. Of course. The aureus is rare in any condition, therefore much more valuable than its bullion content of just a few grams of gold. The size of these coins is similar to the denarius, you see. There are hundreds of denarii in your finds, so the total value from these will be quite considerable on their own, depending on condition, rarity, and market demand at auction.”
“Mrs Newsome, you are wandering off the point: the value of the aureus.”
“I am, amn’t I? Sorry about that. The aureus’s value, yes. The answer is really that it depends on a number of factors: condition of the coin, name of the emperor (some emperors didn’t last long), rarity of that particular striking, the quality of the striking, such as centering, and so on, but the value can range from a few hundred pounds to hundreds of thousands. Much depends on the interest at a particular numismatic auction, but people view rare gold coins as an investment opportunity, and the prices accordingly keep increasing.”
“So the gist of it is that each aureus could be worth between a few hundred pounds and possibly half a million?”
“Yes, give or take. Our official assessor for the British Museum, though an acknowledged expert, may be unwilling to set a specific value because of the market variability, so you might be advised to wait for a noteworthy sale rather than accept an official estimate at the start.”
“Can I return to another basic, Mrs Newsome? How many of these gold coins are there? You haven’t mentioned the quantity involved.”
“Oh, yes: I didn’t say, did I? The one concretion contained seven aurei and the other contained eleven aurei. Heavens know why they varied so enormously between the concretions – or rather the bags they were originally held in. One would expect two hoards buried together to have similar totals in each bag of coins, but we are dealing with the vagaries of people, are we not? The one bag may have had eleven dumped in, being in a hurry, and the remainder went into the second.”
“Indeed so. I can believe such a scenario. Are all the aurei of the same vintage?”
“Curiously, they are; all of Domitian’s reign, first century A.D. Why that should be, I have no idea. Perhaps once we have all the silver coins examined, and we can date these, this may become evident. If the silver coins are of a similar date, the hoard may have been buried soon after that period, and reflect the coinage in circulation at the time. Aurei were never minted in any great quantity except by Julius Caesar. Denarii were always minted in quantity, but were susceptible to debasing. The silver content dropped drastically over time.”
“So, can I assume we have a hoard which is worth probably tens of thousands of pounds, right?”
“Umm ... yes, you can make that generalised assumption, though what the final total will be is anybody’s guess.”
“I can live with that, Mrs Newsome. The local F.L.O. for my last find was very helpful. I expect it will be some days before you can come up with any valuation from your coin expert. I had better ring off, for I need to catch up on some sleep. Goodbye and thanks again.”
Reg switched off his phone and swiftly switched off his mind, as sleep overtook him.
He was roused some hours later by a nurse who insisted that he required some sustenance. “You missed your evening meal, Mr Robertson, for you were too deeply asleep. The doctor said to give you this high-protein drink to make up for it.” She proferred a small carton, like a juice drink, complete with a plastic straw, then used the bed’s hand control unit to swing up the top section of his electric bed so that he could drink from the carton. He immediately felt the pressure on his wound as it was stretched by gravity, but instead concentrated on the drink.
The nurse was determined to make sure he drank it all, so waited to observe. He grimaced at the taste, but realised it was not a fun drink, but a medicinal one, and under the watchful eye of the nurse he sucked out and swallowed all the contents. He asked for a sip or two of water to wash the residue down his throat, and was granted that boon.
“Can I go back to sleep now? Can we have the ward overhead light off too?”
“I am afraid, sir, that the ward light does not get switched off until ten p.m. - hospital rules.”
“Damn all hospital rules!” Reg declared. “Oh, well, hopefully I will just drop off again.”
“It would be different if you were in a private room, sir. There, you would have some control over light and sound.” she suggested.
Reg perked up at the idea. “A private room? Great! How much for a private room?”
“Ninety pounds per night in this hospital, sir. The charge varies from hospital to hospital.”
“Cheap at the price, if I can get a decent sleep. Move me, please, and charge my card.”
“Sir, I should warn you that all medical treatment continues as before, even if you are in a private room. You will still be woken for medicine administration and any tests prescribed by the doctor on your case.”
“I accept that, but at least I can decide when I want the light out, and control noise disturbance and other nuisance factors.”
“Very well, sir. I will check to see if a room is vacant, before we attempt to move your bed.”
One was indeed vacant, so within the hour, Reg’s bed was trundled to this private room. Before he settled, they presented him with his breakfast options, and he tried to mark as much as he could, but the nurse pointed out what would require him to sit up straight to consume, and thus not advisable with his wound. Reg took their advice on the menu choices. He slept well after that.
Morning was pleasant, not having the lights on too early, and no nurses bustling around the ward attending to this patient and that patient. Eventually a polite knock at the door heralded the cheery orderly with his breakfast tray.
Within an hour he had his first visitor, surprising him for it was well outside visiting times. A female head surmounting a clerical collar poked itself around the door, and a surprised voice declared, “It IS the uncommon Reginald Robertson!”
In walked the Reverend Professor from the university, in her weekday clerical garb, and announced, “I arrived to do my visits for those who professed the Faith, and the admin staff told me one of our students was here. I got a shock when I was told it was a Mr Robertson. I was not expecting to find you here, young man. Have your women worn you out?”
“No, ma’am. I got stabbed in the back, at Scarborough, protecting some ladies who were NOT my wives.”
“What? YOU were the character who one-handedly killed an assailant after being stabbed? I didn’t expect that a Yorkshire story would impinge on our own hallowed halls, and I never thought it might be you.”
“Yes, ma’am, I cannot tell a lie; it was I.”
“Now, Reginald, that is a bad quote: you should know that there is no evidence that George Washington really said that, or even that he chopped down a tree like the story goes. It was all hearsay evidence, long, long afterwards.”
“Yes, ma’am; unlike the Bible, of course!” he quipped.
“You are quite sharp this morning, Reginald. Does that mean you are feeling much better? I am surprised. Killing another human being, no matter the circumstances, is never good for the soul, or the psyche, as the psychiatrists would have it.”
“That is a fact, Professor. I did feel terribly shocked at first about getting myself in that position, but I rationalised it as having been the only recourse I had at the time, if I was to protect the lives of myself and my companions. I had no intention of killing him. That mental argument has helped me cope somewhat with the fact of killing someone, no matter how bad he was. I regret having killed him, full stop.”
“A good start, Reginald. Would you like me to put up a prayer to the Lord, begging forgiveness for breaching one of his Ten Commandments – a major one at that?”
“I would be glad if you would do so, ma’am,” Reg said sincerely. “I could do with forgiveness.”
Immediately she performed that prayer of supplication, asking God to accept that this act of killing was not actively intentional, and that Reginald sought forgiveness for the unfortunate error.
He was unable to bow his head for that prayer, but he closed his eyes and trusted she would not think he was falling asleep!
Reg felt relieved that he had the Reverend Professor on his side, and his conscience relaxed as well. He ventured a question that had come to him a while back.
“Professor, what is the main difference between humanism and Christianity, apart from atheism?”
The woman looked at him quizzically, surprised at the question. “There are basic assumptions, based on a different view of faith, Reginald. The humanist looks to mankind to find solutions to all our problems. We Christians have the benefit of knowing that Christ died for our sins, so that our past transgressions are not a continuing worry; only our future decisions are in our hands. The humanists have to deal with their past sins in their own way. I think we have the better deal, with Jesus having given us a head start!”
“Thanks for that, Professor. It is a succinct and positive answer. It makes me feel much better, after having deprived a fellow human being of his life.”
The Reverend then asked, “You mentioned companions in Scarborough? That was an interesting choice of word. They were not your wives, Mr Robertson?”
“Not this time, Professor. Their studies took priority when I had to go to Scarborough, you will be pleased to hear, so they remained at home. I got my Pakistani friend to drive me in a borrowed car, and her daughter came too, as a short holiday break from home. There were two other ladies with us at the time. They were acting as local guides, at the request of their farmer father.”
“You have a disconcerting habit of baffling me with snippets of unrelated information, Reginald. I got the reference to the first two ladies, but farmer’s daughters has me nonplussed.”
“Sorry, ma’am. A local farmer near where we live allowed me to try out a metal detector in one of his fields, and by a fluke we found some buried treasure. He later remembered an uncle in Yorkshire who had found a silver coin in one field of his farm many years ago. So, he arranged for me to visit with my metal detector, to check out the field in question. I got on well with that family, and thus the daughters were volunteered to act as guides around Scarborough, after I had discovered another hoard and got the Finds Liaison Officer to collect the coins. The farming family as landowners get a share of the proceeds.”
“You do have unusual life experiences, Mr Robertson. Treasure hunter extraordinaire indeed. Anything else I should know about?”
“Only that the two daughters are coming to our house for relationship training. They were not behaving very kindly towards their parents, you see, so I offered my wives as relationship trainers, considering what a great job they did with a useless lump like me.”
“An admirable thought. They did indeed have some success with you, Reginald, to their own ultimate benefit. When these Yorkshire lasses are with your ladies, would you like me to call in and offer some additional thoughts on how best to react with relatives and others?”
Reg’s eyes opened at the idea, and he nodded enthusiastically. “Good idea, ma’am. I’ll pass it to Frances and she can organise such a visit at the appropriate time.”
After a few more minutes she apologised for having to rush off. “I have other patients to visit, Reginald. One or two of them have to make their peace with God, for they are not much longer for this life. Death is an unfortunate part of life, so I do what I can to make the transition as easy as possible for their immortal souls.”
Reg at once excused her, and she left him realising how lucky he was to be recovering, and not dying.
Another while later, as he was getting bored with simply lying on his front, a nurse looked in to tell him there was a reporter from the local newspaper outside, and did Mr Robertson feel up to seeing him?
Bored as he was, unable to see much with lying on his front, Reg agreed with some trepidation that the reporter could come in. The young man in his twenties entered hesitantly, came round to where Reg could see him, and said apologetically, “There was trouble before, some months back, when I tried to speak to you at the university, but this visit has nothing to do with that, sir.”
“I remember. It was a touch intrusive back then, so we took action to stop it. What is it this time? I am not in a position to throw you out, as you can see, apart from screaming for a nurse if you upset me too much!”
The man told Reg, “You will not have to do that, sir. We were given a tip-off by another newspaper. Actually they e-mailed us the story they printed about you in the Scarborough News, Mr Robertson. You are a local hero, did you know?”
“Oh. They pass on such stories, do they?”
“Yes, sir. We do this to help each other if there is a local connection. With you living locally and also a student at our university, a story like this is wonderful copy. It is not often that we hear of a local who can retaliate to an attacker at all, never mind kill him with one blow!”
“Do we really need that kind of flummery to keep local newspapers alive?”
“Sir, it is not flummery! This is genuine heroism, where a man being stabbed can manage to protect his friends so swiftly and so successfully. It is great news! We can’t ignore such stirring and valiant prowess.”
“But I killed a man! That is not something to be celebrated.”
The reporter looked at Reg in a new light. Regret for killing an attacker? Very unusual, not to say odd. “But sir, you were protecting other people, the article said.”
“Yes, but I didn’t want to kill the man, just disable him, to stop him continuing his attack.”
“You did that, all right, sir. The fact that your retaliation killed him is an accidental by-product of your defence tactics. Your intentions were honourable, Mr Robertson, and that is what matters for the story.”
“Perhaps so, but...”
“The people you were protecting, sir; were any of them locals, that is, people from here?”
“The people I was ... oh, yes. Sorry, no; none of them were local to this town. Friends and such, that is all.”
“They must have been very good friends, for you to protect them so strenuously.”
“I am afraid I didn’t think of it that way at the time. I was being given a guided tour of Scarborough, and when attacked, I simply reacted defensively without thinking. I was unaware that I had been stabbed; didn’t find it until the action was over. I had been through a self-defence course, and this was one of the ‘last-ditch’ tactics to employ in an emergency. When you get an unexpected attack on you, such as a blade stuck into your back, it is an emergency, so all I thought was which response to use to save myself and my friends. This was the only one that came to mind at the time. Emergencies are not the occasion for deep and meaningful thought.”
“I like that, sir: your last sentence. Can I quote you on it?”
“Certainly. It is true.”
“Your full name, sir, is Reginald Robertson, right?”
“Yes.”
“You are 19?”
“Coming up 20, so please call it twenty; sounds more mature, not being a teenager.”
“Your address?”
“No fixed abode.”
“Really?”
“No, but that will do for your story. I don’t want my home address mentioned. I have an enemy that I don’t want told where I live.”
“We can skip the address then. You are a student at our local university?”
“Yes.”
“Studying what?”
“Whatever interests me. I have not decided what my principal subject will be yet.”
“So we just say student. Married? I think that is a yes, from what I have heard.”
“Correctly speaking, the answer is yes and no.”
“Peculiar answer. How do you make that out, sir?”
“I have not gone through any legal marriage in England, so legally I am not married, but in practice I am married. Does that help you?”
“Confusing is the best word for that, sir.” After a moment’s thought, he suggested, “I can say ‘he is understood to be married’, if that satisfies you.”
“That sounds acceptable for public consumption.”
“Any children?”
“Not yet.”
“Siblings?”
“I was an only child.”
“Uncles and aunts?”
“No idea. My widowed mother never mentioned such people.”
“For the story about your adventure in Scarborough, may I simply copy what the Scarborough News published?”
“I thought it was the Scarborough Evening News that was the local paper?”
“It was, but it closed in 2006 then in 2012 reopened under the new title, and became a weekly paper. So you probably were moved here before the story appeared. You didn’t see it?”
“No chance to do so. The hospital kept me comatose for most of the time I was in Scarborough General. I don’t know where they got their story or what it said.”
“The sources, from the look of the story, would be a combination of the police, ambulance, and local witnesses, but it would be an accurate summation, I assure you. It has to be, to avoid legal problems later.”
“I’ll take your word for it then.”
“Fine. That should do me for now. Is there any indication I can quote of your current medical condition and when you might be released?”
“You can say I am on the mend, but the doctors have not told me when I can go home. I am hoping it will be soon, though what ‘soon’ will mean is anyone’s guess.”
“Fair enough. That will do. When I ask the doctors about a patient, all I usually get is either, ‘the patient is as well as can be expected’ or ‘no comment’, so your opinion is just as valid, Mr Robertson.”
“Thank you. Is that all?”
“It is, thank you. I’ll be off now. Thanks again, and get well soon.”
Reg relaxed once more, until his phone rang again. He regretted leaving it switched on, but answered it.
“Mr Robertson, it is Josephine Newsome again. I have spoken to various people about your finds, and a coin expert will be calling here tomorrow or the next day. He said to me, ‘Robertson, again? That guy is a walking treasure finder!’ I thought that would amuse you.”
“It does, a little, but two swallows don’t make a summer, Mrs Newsome. I have just been lucky; that’s all.”
“However. I found it interesting that you were a serial successful treasure finder. I did not suspect that from your demeanour at East Ayton. You gave no sign of already being well off from a previous discovery. At least you go about reporting your finds the right way.”
“Thank you for your encouraging words, Mrs Newsome. I am in hospital at the moment, as I mentioned before, but hope to get home soon.”
“Oh, I had forgotten that, sorry. My mind is on several finds that I am dealing with, and some facts can slip the busy mind. I tend to rabbit on without giving you a chance to speak. I shall ring off and leave you in peace then, and call you only when there is significant news to report. Farewell for now, Mr Robertson.”
Reg closed down his phone, hoping that now he would get some peace. His current life appeared to swing between boredom and hectic. He checked the room clock, and worked out how long until visiting time. Who might turn up next, he wondered? He dozed off while he was still wondering what his day would bring.
Unsurprisingly, it was Frances who marched in, asking, “How come you have switched to a private room, my love? Was the ward too public for you to display all your spouses?”
“No, Frances my sweet. It was the disturbance to my sleep; what with lights on when I wanted them off, other patients needing attention – some of them cry out in pain at times, you see, or mumble in their sleep – and orderlies wheeling beds in and out when the medics want them moved for operations or back from operations. It was annoying me. I had to pay for this room, but I get a blessed relief in return for the payment. I can afford it, can’t I, Frances?”
“You certainly can, you sweet boy. We are all missing you at home. Being pregnant seems to heighten the libido, so we are looking forward to fucking you again.”
“Ah, Frances, the doctors tell me I can’t do anything strenuous until my wound heals, so I think that means no sex for some time yet. I don’t like it, but I think they are correct in that diagnosis.”
“Not even cowgirl-style? I could cope with that, and you would not have to exert yourself much.”
“I am not sure. I’ll ask a male doctor that question later. Is everything okay at home?”
“I love the way you say that, ‘at home’. It sounds so right and comfortable! Yes, we are all fine at the moment, except we have these two strays you sent to us with Jessica. Oh, you did know that Jessica has been confirmed pregnant? We called out a doctor to do it, privately, to keep her name out of the records.”
“Thanks for the invite, but your mother expects me home tonight, so I must refuse. In fact, I’d better be off, so that I am not too late in getting home. My best wishes to all of you. Let me know if you need anything, Frances.” “I will, Dad. Give my love to Mum.” A few minutes later, Mr LeBrun was back in his car and driving away. They all returned to the living room, where they reviewed the visit. Prudence was delighted with Mr LeBrun. “Your Dad is a really likeable guy, Frances.” “I...
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It smells. It smells everywhere. But not as much so in this stairway. God, it’s a stench of dead insects and sour cheese mixed with sauerkraut under an Arabic towel. This isn’t my league, I should go. Then I remember what’s up four floors – Zelda. I met her at the arch welding class on Greystone Ave. in the Bronx. She couldn’t have looked more than eighteen or nineteen but she tried to put it off like she was twenty five. She’s been nice to me, actually, since the class started last month....
One afternoon me and Miss C were talking about getting together for the night and i was telling her about this song that i liked and it really moved me the song was Smooth by Santana and little did i know it would play a big part way in our lives.Well she stopped pass my job and we walked down to our bus stop looking at each other and feeling the heat on our way Miss C grabbed me and pushed me into this garage area and gave me one hell of a kiss that seems to last forever she did not tell me...
I was in the garden grafting the roses. I always do more than I need so I have plenty to give away. It’s thoughtful to give away a rose bush for Valentine’s Day and not just a miserable flower. It’s how I’ve always done it but I’m wondering. How many rose bushes, all the same, can one have? There was a little discomfort, nothing really, I’m always nursing a football injury and I thought it was something related to that. My hand stole down to make the adjustment. For some reason my fingers...
Hi everyone. It’s Ronak back once again with the third installment of my series ‘Massaging The Masseur Maid’. It was raining cats and dogs outside and the temperature had dropped significantly. However, there was no sign of dropping the temperature in my bedroom. In fact, the whole room was filled with sensual tension. It was just a matter of time before two hot bodies got entangled in each other exploring new heights of ecstasy. Tara brought her two legs together and I settler on her thighs in...
When I saw the message, I got instantly hard. I replied, "Hi".We chatted a little and we gave each other a more physical description of each other. He told me he was 48, 5' 11", dark black skin, 230#, and had an thick 8"uncut cock that he would love to use on me.I said, "when?"He replied, "Can you get away now?"I told him, "I'll see you in 20 minutes."While chatting on line, I told him how sensitive my ass is to physical attention, and how much I like being kissed.I got to his house, parked and...
DeAnn's Submissive WeekendPart 13======================================================================Suzy, as I was finding out, is not only very bi, but she's also veryaggressive and likes to play rough too. Quite a difference from the submissive,eager to please, persona she displays when she is with my husband Mark. I'msexually submissive with both sexes so I was really enjoying being with Suzyin a one on one situation where she could reveal more of her bi, dominatrixside. What a gorgeous...
Hilary Duff closed her hotel room's door, walked over to the bed, and flopped down onto the thick comfy duvet. It had been another whole day of exhausting promotional appearances and repetitive interviews. Despite her tiredness over the last few days and the unfamiliar chill of a European October, she was enjoying being in London and the signs were good for her new singing career.Her first single in the UK, "So Yesterday" had been received well and was set for a respectable chart position. So...
The end was in sight, now. There were fresh sled tracks in front of him, and coming up the coastline of the Bering Sea since dawn, he had occasionally been able to make out another dog team a mile or more ahead of him. Finally, the lines of sled runner tracks bent to the right, and followed an occasional bit of orange surveyor's tape up to a small cluster of tattered buildings. He thought about stopping briefly to put Geep, his best gee-haw command leader back in the lead, but Alco, his best...
Hi all ISS readers. Let me introduce myself. My name is buddy and I was born and brought up in Delhi. Let me come to the story directly. I am working in Gurgoan. I love sex a lot. I have a very specific taste of sex. There was a girl by nick name Sonu (name changed) in my earlier company who impressed me a lot. She must be around 5’3”, average body, fair complexioned, and on top of all “homely looking” I decided that she is the one for my bait. From that point, I made every bit of possible...
I hope everyone is enjoying the series. Let’s dive back into the lives of Shivani and Rahul. Preeti, Ravi’s wife, and Shivani were licking each other’s cunts in 69 position. On the other end of the bed, Aakash was at the bottom with his dick in his wife’s pussy. Ravi was drilling into Kavita’s ass from the top. A tablet of Viagra helped the two last longer. Once Kavita was done, she got replaced by Shivani while Kavita licked off Preeti. Preeti was a pretty looking woman, wheatish in color and...
Five months into my first pregnancy and we just stopped having sex.(As my husband has put me online for his friends to jack off to, I took this photo 4 hours after this story happened)It was maddening, I was getting hornier and feeling weirder, as my hormones were all over the place, and my nudity was magnified, I was imagining I was ugly, and just hated to look at myself in the mirror, as my breasts and hips ballooned, and my nipples became darker and as large was wine bottle stoppers. I found...
Series 2, Episode 9: Hope We’re at Birmingham airport, waiting with the crowds for an incoming flight. It’s 09:50 and the arrivals board notes that the 08.55 FLYBE flight from Belfast has already arrived. We watch as various businessmen walk through the arrivals gate. Then a mother and her young son – not her. A couple of flight attendants – they turn and walk away from us – not them. Then the cutest young thing - a pretty teenager with a bright smile and long auburn hair flowing over her...
one I woke to the gentle chime of a message arriving on my cell. I stirred slowly, not reaching for it just yet. My hand found my flaccid penis through the soft, satin material of my lace trimmed nightie and I gently massaged myself. I was getting hard, but knew I still had to adhere to the rules Kelli set when she first put me on a cycle. No masturbation unless it was part of my flow into my panty-liner. I'd been waiting weeks now. I thought about the random dice generator on my...
Hello friend’s mein raj agarwal phir ek baar aaya hun ek apni sachi ghatna lekar. Meri purani kahani hot madhushree ki chudai and chadti jawani ko like karne ka sukriya. Aap sabhi meri dono sex partner se wakif ho chuke hain ek madhu aur dusri uski behen risha. Dono ki chut mene maari hai pichle story mein maine risha ki chut lit hi ab dono behne virgin nahi rahi na hi mein. So sabhi ladkiyan apna chut mein ungli daal lein n ladke apne laude ko sehlana suru kar dein kyunki kya pata story padhte...
Welcome back my friends to the show that never ends. Okay, I've always wanted to say that. Before we get started let's get a few things out of the way. First off I really have to say thanks to all of you. Over the past two weeks I've gotten so many letters of encouragement and support that have helped me with my editing problems more than any of you could ever realize. I'm very grateful. Next, I'd also like to thank the many people who volunteered to edit for me and to my best friend...
I carried the little girl in and up to her bedroom. ‘Are you stopping for a while?’ Donna asked as she began to prepare her daughter for bed. ‘Do you want me to?’ She smiled and said, ‘Yes please.’ Although the old Donna regularly surfaced when we were out, I now, happily, rarely saw it when we alone together. ‘Then of course, but while you put Lisa Marie to bed, I’d better do the same for my girl.’ She giggled. ‘Bring a bottle of wine back.’ I raised my eyebrows. In the months of...
April finally rolled around. Gus loaded rounds for the Sharps and made sure that it was clean and well oiled. Finally, we set out for the ranch and the buffalo hunt. We drove slower and stopped more often, but finally got to the ranch. We needed to stop to feed the girls and stopped earlier in the evening at hotels. There were a good number of rest areas on the way and we fed the girls at those during the day, as well as eating for ourselves on occasion. They were necessary for diaper changes...
Just another quick swinger story I would like to share There was a couple on the swing site that I chatted to now and then he wanted to see his wife getting fucked and she always wanted to try some bi fun and lick a pussy but she was very nervous and had cancelled a few meets due to thisWell I organised a friend of mine from the site to meet up with me she was very bi and loved to lick pussy and I invited the couple to attend after much e-mails and text messages they turned up She was really...
M43, g16yo, size Characters: Lisa, Willie, Principal Skinner, Ned Flanders, Junkyard Owner. Synopsis: Lisa and Willie continue their sexual adventure. Lisa helps Willie rebuild his shack and Willie teaches Lisa a new Position. Willie lay down on the bed with his huge cock standing up; Lisa climbs up on the bed and slowly sits down on Willie’s 12 inch cock and slowly fucks him Lisa: Oh Willie I love how deep you always are in me Willie; I love being balls deep inside you Lisa...
Me and my neighbor’s wife played a little game of ‘show me yours, I’ll show you mine’ for about two months before she let me bang her sweet pussy. For me this was one hell of a lucky situation, taking all factors into consideration; the chief of which being I am a sixty three year old retired black man and she a pretty early thirties buxom Asian (Indian) woman. Some of you might be thinking that I’m just a dirty, creepy old man, but before you go getting all judgmental, look at it this...
Looking in From the Outside By Emma F ************************************ The world was watching events in Washington with a close eye. Congress was voting on the future of women's rights. Things had changed so much the past few years and this vote was the culmination of that change. Everyone knew that this vote was merely the beginning and that more would eventually follow. For now, though, everyone wanted to see if the vote would pass and the first of the proposed...
Cindy stayed the night with her friend, but in the morning Jennifer awoke, still in the depths of despair. "That bottle will kill you!" observed Cindy trying to take the liquor bottle which Jennifer had just gotten from the liquor cabinet. "Maybe that wouldn't be such a bad thing," cried Jennifer, clutching the bottle to her. "Look, things are going to get better, I promise." "Sure," said Jennifer sarcastically, indulging her guilt and self pity, " why things are just peachy...
7.00am Guantanamo Bay, Cuba One second can change anything, that’s all it took to turn the worlds most secure detention facility into living hell, and it all happened so fast, any living organism within the thick walls of the prison were dead and did not even know it. First thing they felt rush the biggest headache you could imagine, then every single nerve in your body felt like they were erupting, before you knew it all your internal organs had collapsed, trying to gasp their last breaths,...
The more Warren McPeak thought about the idea, the more he liked it. Randy was very animated as he explained his hopes for the aquatic park and even showed him some preliminary sketches of possible layouts. He knew his son had some artistic talent but, even so, the quality of the sketches was pretty impressive. He didn't allow himself to get too excited, though. He'd seen ideas like this die on the vine so many times through the years when people began to realize what the price tag was...
Hello friends.. how are you ? Baljit here from Moga district of Punjab India. If u like my stories send your feedbacks to my yahoo id:- m 25 years 5ft 2 inches male with fit body and a very strong sex drive. I have read many stories on this site and today I m going to write my own real sex experience with my neighboring bhabi. Her name is Sunita and she is a housewife. She was 26 years at that time with a figure 34-30-36. She was having a son of 2 years at that time. I was in a hope that one...
Hello I was in the military so when I was away at sea I used to think of my sexy little honey at home thinking of me and playing with her pussy and having one hell of a big cum for me! This was 30 years ago and I am she was a wonderful bleach blond honey with some awesome tits around a 36 C when we got married they were firm and hard as my cock was when she was around. This one particular trip I had returned and I had a ride from a shipmate and his wife I got home and there was our friends...
“In order to discover the Self, you must realize your place in the universe and solidify your self-value. You must realize that while we are all individuals in a sense, we are all exactly the same in the grander scheme. The only true differences are the ones we create ourselves, while in reality, we are all made of the same atoms, molecules, and energy. Our DNA may be different and we may have different thoughts, but that only shows that the pieces that built us all don’t always go...
Friday was home. I needed home - all of us girls needed home. Of course there were office responsibilities that needed to be taken care of, then there were the emails - hundreds - related to business. Hundreds were related to the Loco Waco mess, most of them were threatening. It made no difference and wasn’t going to change anything. We went to the gym, all of us did. It felt good to be able to work out. That had been hit or miss for the last couple weeks. I spent three hours in the gym...
Hi I m again. Vikas Solanki 27 years from Jaipur. Me direct story par aata hoon. Hamare pass me hi ek padosi hain Mr. Mehta Unki beti hai Ranjana koi 22 saal ki hogi. Bahut sexi bade bade boobs bhari bhari gaand. Wo mujhe line de rahi thi kafi dino se. Lekin mouka nahi mil raha tha kuch karne ka. Lekin ek din mil hi gaya. Uske ghar par koi nahi tha sabhi log kisi kaam se 8-9 ghante ke liye bahar gaye hue the. Ussne mujhe phone kiya ki ghar aa jao koi nahi he. Me pahuch gaya. Us wakt din ke 11...
A few years ago my and wife went through a bit of a rough patch. She felt it would do some good if she moved out. After 3 months apart she came back and things have mostly been peachy. When we were a part some of my mates spotted her around town in clubs and bars so I figured something would have happened for sure. When we started having sex again I poked and plodded her about her time in her apartment. She went on to tell me she had been at her place for about a week, when she had a problem...
Cheating WifesJohn was in an unusual position! Unusual for him, that is. At six-four, two hundred pounds, with an eleven-inch slab of meat that jutted out like a monster club from a jungle of crotch hair when he was hard—like he was now—he didn't often find himself on his knees at the edge of a king-sized bed, resting his weight on his forearms, so that his hard-muscled butt was sticking in the air. And he didn't often find himself waiting eagerly to play mare to another man's stallion—like he was...
I must have fallen asleep for a while once my crying had subsided. I came to and the bedside clock said it was a quarter to one. I just kicked off my shoes and slid under the duvet. I woke up next at quarter past seven as a crumpled heap. I sat up in bed and found I had a pounding headache. I went down to the kitchen, purposely ignoring the love note and rose on the table, knowing I was trying not to look at them. I put the kettle on for a cup of tea and looked for the paracetamol. I...
It was my senior summer of high school. I had finished top of my class. In celebration my family decided to take a summer vacation to Florida. I was thrilled. I couldn’t wait to hit the beach. I had heard Florida had some of the best beaches in the world. My family and I had flown to Florida from our small town in Oregon. I was thrilled to be in such a different scene. I was just a common small town girl, who was ready to have some fun. And boy would I have some fun maybe more than I ever...
Back at the factory uncle Frank brought me up to date with the current workload. During my absence we had taken on three new employees so the first job was to introduce myself to them and to catch up with the old employees. The first two men were new Australians, even with their broken English we seemed to connect; the third chap Brian Moore, seemed a bit distant. "Do we have a problem Brian?" "Yeah, just because you're the boss's nephew don't think you can push me around, you're...
OK, so I was at home alone minding my own business (masturbating) when one of my best friends blows through the door to my condo. I swear I never keep that door locked. It’s gonna bite me in the ass eventually. ‘Ally your such a little slut. Are you ever satisfied?’ Sarah says. ‘Well I don’t know you tell me ya apartment invader!’ I smiled at her as I put on some clothes. ‘Lock ya front door bitch.’ She shot back. I laughed. ‘So what’s up girl?’ ‘Ally let’s go to the beach. I’m aching to have...
I just want to say, before we get properly into this story, that I had an absolute blast writing this!I don't think I've ever had as much joy in writing a story, than I did with this one.That said, I do so hope you enjoy reading it as much as I did writing it :)Although if you hate it, or worse yet, hate me for having written it, well, you can just go on ahead and pucker those lips of yours up and kiss my arse!...
100% true stories from me as you can tell from my other stories. Well here is goes…. This is a story of sweet revenge. Back in high school there was this one girl i had a super crush on. I tried dating her for like a year and it never worked out. She kept on rejecting me time after time. I finally found out that she was gay and was dating this other lesbian girl at my school. I was pissed because she led me on like she wanted to actually date me sometimes. So I ended up asking around and...
Her name was Catherine. She was born and grew up in rural France, and though she'd lived and worked in the UK for the last fifteen years, since moving over here with her French husband, her English was still spoken with a sexy and unmistakeable French accent. She was a petite blonde woman, some eight years my junior in her early thirties, with a short, trendy 'Pixie' hair cut to go with her cute elfin-like features. She also happened to be my secretary.I 'inherited' Catherine when I joined the...
‘Suck my cock Jill!’ I said it with authority but also with a tinge of request too. After all, this was new to me, offering my cock to another man’s wife. There I stood in the church basement, jeans and shorts around my ankles, right hand holding my rigid cock, left one resting on her head. Jill was kneeling on the exercise mat, black sweat pants pulled down exposing her yellow panties with the widening wet spot, naked from the waist up, sweat shirt and sports bra in a heap on the floor and...