Market ForcesChapter 55 Sarah Cindy
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I was at my parents home one day talking with Dad about some company business. I had to run out to my car to grab some papers that I forgotten. I looked up the street and noticed a familiar face walking down the road in my direction. I got what I needed out of the car and slowly made my way to the road.
"Hello stranger?"
She looked at me for a moment before she stopped walking. It seemed to take her a moment to recognize me.
"Mike? Is that really you?"
"I was about to ask you the same thing Cindy. How have you been?"
"Busy working my tail off."
"Would you mind coming inside and talking. My business with Dad can wait for a while?"
"Are you sure that's ok? I mean with Trish and all."
"Trish might be a bit pissed. She's missed you more than I have. I bet she'll forgive you for never calling though."
"Ok"
As we walked in, I noticed the ring on her left hand. At first this had gotten me a bit down. That lasted for all of 3 seconds before I recognized the ring on her hand. She was still wearing the ring I bought her 13 years before. I knew that I was going to have to question her about this.
I led her out back to the pool. The kids were enjoying some time with Grandma while I had been working. Trish was lounging in a deck chair. She jumped up to give her long time friend a much overdue hug.
"Where have you been? We've missed you."
"I knew that I needed to get out of your way. So I did."
"You could have at least sent a Christmas card or something. Mike is not the only person here who missed you."
"I'm sorry. You'll see me much more often, I promise."
"We better see you more."
Trish and I introduced Cindy to our kids. She seemed to take to them quickly.
"They're so beautiful."
"Thanks. They're our reason for living."
We led her to the library and told her that I would be back in a moment. I took the papers from the car down to Dad's office and told him that I would be a while. I then went back and joined Cindy and Trish. I just sat back and listened for a few minutes.
"So, what has you back in town?" Trish asked.
"Well, after I transferred to the west coast, I finished my degree and was offered a position in San Diego. I worked my way up the corporate ladder until a few months ago. I was let go just after our company was taken over by a much bigger company. I decided that since I had not been home since I graduated, that I wanted to visit my parents before I take another job."
"Do you have a family of your own?"
"No"
"Why not?"
"I tried to date for a while after we split. All the guys that came on to me were jerks. I just never met anyone that I wanted to settle down with. Well, since Mike and I separated that is."
"So, is that the reason you are still wearing the engagement ring I gave you?" I asked.
She appeared to turn about fifty shades of red before she finally answered. Trish seemed to take sudden notice as well. "Yes. It was easier to turn them away."
"You have been holding every guy up to my standard?"
"Yeah. I just couldn't fall for anyone else. After you, nobody seems all that attractive."
"Well, if you are going to be around, would you like to come to our place for dinner tomorrow?"
"I guess I'll see you tomorrow."
"Great!"
I gave her our address before escorting her out. Dad asked me why I was suddenly so happy. I never really answered him.
The next night, Cindy came over for dinner. When she arrived, she was amazed at the size of our home.
"This place is huge Mike. I bet Trish did the decorating."
"You know me in that area. I am decorating impaired. I let her just take over."
"You've grown to love each other then."
"It took a few months after the wedding, but we did indeed get very close. At the time, we were pissed at you for abandoning us like you did. But looking back, it was for the best."
"I'm sorry. When I saw you and Trish together over that first Thanksgiving, it tore me up. I knew that I had to get away before I did something that I would regret."
"You could have at least told us. It hurt that you did that without letting us know."
"You weren't alone in that. I missed you two just as much. I never could move on though."
"So what are your plans now?"
"I don't know yet. I had planned on heading back to San Diego next week to start looking for a job."
"Would you mind if I offered you a job?" Trish asked.
"What kind of job?"
"I don't know if Mike told you about this yet, but I'm dying."
"No. You're kidding me right?"
"Sorry Cindy. I wish we were. She was diagnosed with a brain tumor a few months ago. It's inoperable." I replied.
"Oh shit. I'm sorry. How can I help?"
"I'm going to need someone to help me with the kids and take me to my doctors appointments. I'm not allowed to drive while taking my medications."
"Of course I can. Are you sure that I won't come between you two?"
"Cindy, my wife of nine years is dying. My last thoughts right now are of romance. Trish just needs someone to take care of her while I'm at work."
"Ok. If you guys are sure, I'll do it."
For the next few months, Cindy was at our house constantly. She was taking care of Trish and the kids as Trish started moving downhill. It had been nine months after the initial diagnosis and Trish was no longer able to walk much. The headaches were constant. Cindy was taking care of the kids in Trish's incapacitated state.
It was about that time that Trish asked Cindy if she could move into the house. Neither knew that I was home from work. I was standing outside the door when Trish asked Cindy for some favors.
"Cindy, I was wondering. Would it be possible for you to just move into our guest room?"
"Why Trish?"
"I'm getting much worse. Mike is trying to take care of the kids, trying to help me as much as he can and still deal with the rigors of his job. It's too much for him to do alone."
"Won't you be afraid that Mike and I would get together if I was living here?"
"No. Actually, I want to talk to you about that. Cindy, I don't have much time left. When I'm gone, Mike and the kids will need someone to take care of them. I know Mike will be in mourning for a while. I'm not going to expect it to be any different. He and the kids will need someone to care for them once I'm gone. Would you stay here and take care of them?"
"I don't know Trish. This is a bit sudden."
"Don't give me that crap Cindy. I know that you are still wearing his ring because you are still pining away for him. Now it's me asking the favor. Mike took care of me and my baby when I needed it after you asked him to change his whole life. Now I'm asking you to take care of Mike and my babies when I'm gone. I know you still love him. All I ask is that you love my babies too. Please do this for me?"
"Wild horses couldn't keep me away Trish. I will be there for your family when you're gone."
"Thanks Cindy. You have been a friend above and beyond the call. Thank you for always being there."
Trish broke down and cried at that point. I had to walk away as well.
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"God, I can't stop" the 14 year old Cindy exclaimed as her finger wandered once again down to her bare pussy. She had just finished masturbating herself to another orgasm. Her best friend, 13 year old Annie had talked about how she found some files in her dad's computer that showed young girls with shaved pussies and how good masturbation was after she had shaved her pussy, so Cindy decided to see how it would feel. "Your dad has pictures of naked girls?" Cindy exclaimed. "Yeah, and...
Chapter 1 Fucking with CindyCindy was on her knees in front of me, giving me a long, slow and very wet blowjob.? Her hands were rubbing the tops of my thighs. She knows she is only allowed to use her mouth on my cock.? I slid into her throat and she gagged slightly, producing even more drool.? There was already a puddle of saliva between my legs.? Later, I'd make her lick it up before cleaning my ass with her tongue.? I watched her working for a few more minutes, looking right into her...
If I were to believe the other fleet drivers, being a chauffeur in this company was an iron clad way to get laid on a regular basis. The stretch drivers all had stories of back seat orgies in which they were invited to participate, or the female passenger who got so pissed off with her drunken partner that she had him dropped off home and she continued on with the driver. Most of these stories I would slot into the urban myth category, because from my experience nothing like that actually...
I've been going to the gym regularly for years to help keep fit and get some cardio. It's sometimes boring and frankly at times I just don't feel like going there again. That feeling came over me one day last week and I almost didn't go. Boy and I glad I did!!There's a girl that works out there regularly that I've chatted up a couple times. I know her name is Cindy and I also know she is drop dead fucking gorgeous and literally oozes sexuality. Every swinging dick in the place can't take their...
Cindy Throne is on her way home from work. She is the manger of six very smart women in an accounting firm, it's Thursday and she needs to be in early tomorrow for a very important client. Pulling into her drive Frank her husband is home and this is not the normal for him. Going inside she sees Frank bond to a chair gag in his mouth and bleeding from his nose. A big black man 6' 6" or more standing over him. Cindy yells LEAVE HIM ALONE PLEASE!!! The black man turns to her WHO THE HELL ARE YOU...
By: AWC Some boys may forget the first pussy they fucked but not me. The story I am going to tell is really not about the first pussy fucking but it is definitely about the first pussy I fucked. Please bear with me, I know, it is very confusing so far. Let me start once again. My name is Rafael. It was the first pussy that I fucked with full intent and might. Before this, my cock was used and a pussy was fucked but to be true, it was my cock that got fucked by a lady about 5—6 streets away...