GND 30Chapter 2
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Thursday morning, Helga was already talking on her phone as I walked past her desk in the outer office. Her eyebrows raised in question as she saw me, and I gave her a ‘thumbs up’, which she returned. Of course she came in with my coffee a few minutes later, demanding more detail; I told her that it was going well and we had a movie date the next evening. “Don’t forget to call her tonight just to keep in touch!”
“Don’t worry, Mom, I’ll do that just as soon as Max has had his supper.”
Helga grinned as I called her ‘Mom’. “Make sure you do!”
She was about to turn around when I stopped her; “Mom, can I ask you a serious question?”
“Sure, Mike.”
“Mel said last night that I can be ... a little too serious. She took it as far as ‘not quite preachy’. Is that really how I come over?”
My loyal and ever-tactful secretary sighed, “At work, Mike, you DO need to be serious, to project that image of the hard-working, reliable, methodical professional. Your job is all about upholding high standards, never accepting less than the best. You’ve got to be Mister Remorselessly Efficient. Outside the job? I’d agree with Mel, it’s getting harder to unbend you when you aren’t in the office. The job is carrying over into your private life. Even New Year you were stiff and formal until we got some drink into you. You do need to relax a little more, do some whacky things. Be less judgmental. Let your hair down. When did you last catch yourself singing in the shower?”
I thought about that for a minute. “You know, I can’t remember. I don’t even know how Max would react to me singing, so it must have been before he moved in. Mel’s taking me to see ‘Fort Apache’ on the big screen tomorrow night, does that count as whacky?”
Helga chuckled, “It’s way out of character for you, so yes, I approve. Just remember, boss, it’s your turn to suggest the next date. Go and have a day on the beach. Dress down. Eat junk food. Spill ketchup down your shirt. Drink beer at lunchtime. Have some fun.”
That was a great idea. Well, apart from spilling ketchup deliberately; that was just creating work later, though I could see where she was coming from. I grinned my appreciation, “Thanks, Mom, I might just do that.”
I didn’t tell her that I wasn’t actually sure when I’d last been down to the beach; it had to be at least a couple of years, maybe four. That was way too long. I DEFINITELY needed to do something about not getting old and boring before my time.
And it was no surprise that she’d immediately given me her honest opinion to a personal question. She was way more than just my secretary or P.A.; she was also a true friend who’d give me a kick in the pants when I needed one. I’d really lucked out when HR had come up with their off-the-wall scheme to remove the painful historical anomaly where she’d reported to, and been appraised by, her own husband. She also made a damn good cup of coffee!
The first thing I did when I got home – after greeting Max and filling his food and water bowls, of course – was to try his reaction to me singing in the shower. He didn’t look too pained, just put his head on its side questioningly, then went and laid himself down in the bedroom. Okay, that wasn’t too adverse a reaction. I wasn’t sure my bathroom acoustics were quite up to concert hall standards; too much tiling. I hadn’t scared myself; maybe with a few repeat performances I might not feel so self-conscious that I hoped my neighbors hadn’t heard anything through the ventilator grille.
I called my parents at seven that evening, ten in Atlanta. I asked Mom the same question that I’d posed to Helga. Being Mom she too gave me her honest opinion straightaway – that I’d come home for Thanksgiving in ‘business mode’ and it had taken a whole day with the kids before I was back to my normal self, by which time I was about to hop back on a plane. Okay. That confirmed the story.
“Why didn’t you say anything?”
“I did. I told you it was long past time for you to find someone nice and settle down. How are you getting on with that, by the way?”
I hesitated, not wanting to share too much too soon. “There’s a possibility. Early days.”
She chuckled knowingly, “Okay, honey, I’m getting the vibe that you’re not ready to talk about her yet. When you are, I’m on the other end of the phone. Don’t forget?”
Damn, my mother could still read me like a book. “Thanks, Mom, I shan’t.” She updated me on a few other family and hometown things and we finished the conversation.
I sat and thought for a few minutes. It sure sounded like I needed to make a conscious effort not to actually become my work persona 24/7. Learn to shed it like I dropped my suit jacket as soon as I got home from the hospital. Maybe throwing myself 110% into my job as a way of getting over Marsha hadn’t been the best option – though it had been a far better idea than hiding inside a bottle or a constant procession of one-night-stands.
It was now just gone eight; I called Mel on the burner cell, asked her if it was convenient to talk, and we spent the next ninety minutes learning even more about each other and our views on the world. Plenty of humor on both ends of the line. Yup, she was absolutely my sort of person. I began to feel a whole lot better about forking out all that cash to join the dating site; with Mel I was getting awesome value. Even if it didn’t work out romantically, I’d still like to have her as a friend, if at all possible. Like Helga had said, all that laughter was good for me.
Okay, so Max was looking at me like I was completely out of my head, talking and gesturing into the burner cell phone like someone was in the same room. Every time I laughed at one of her comments or sallies, his ears pricked up as if he too wanted to know what the joke was. When I took him out in the yard to do his night-time business, he didn’t stray very far from me in the dark. Maybe he was having second thoughts about rooming with a guy who’d suddenly taken up singing and gesticulating?
Friday morning, I went into work early so as to be sure to get away on time for my date with Mel. The flower concession in the hospital main foyer was just opening, and I decided that now was as good a time as any to start improving my spontaneity. I bought one of those ‘stay-fresh’ bouquets in a bag of water, and asked the lady to fill in the attached card ‘From Your Secret Admirer’. I placed the flowers on Helga’s desk and went to get started on my day.
A half-hour later, Helga appeared in my doorway with a quizzical expression on her face, “Flowers? What did I do right?”
I grinned as I shook my head in unspoken denial, “I saw them arrive. What’s Clifford done wrong? That looked quite the apology?”
She looked startled at my response. “I don’t think he sent them. There’s a note attached, from my secret admirer. I thought they must be from you? Who brought them?”
I pretended to think, “I don’t know the name. About 350 pounds, five foot even, yellow slacks, short pink halter top with belly piercing, brush-cut blue hair, biker tattoos. Haven’t seen her around before; where did you meet her?”
My normally unflappable secretary blinked, then laughed as she finally saw I was teasing her. “Nope, boss, don’t believe you. Even you would have taken note of someone like that, maybe called security? No, it must have been you. You gonna ‘fess up so I can get on with the coffee rather than waste my time arguing with you?”
That was effectively blackmail. She knows that without coffee I’d wind down and collapse like one of those clockwork toys. “Okay, it was me. I just thought it would be a nice surprise for you. I don’t show you often enough how much I appreciate you.”
She walked over, invaded my personal space, and sexually harassed me in my own office by planting a kiss on my forehead. “You’re quite correct, you most certainly don’t, but what boss does? Thank you for my lovely flowers. This Mel lady seems to be doing you some good. I’ll put the coffee on.”
I needed that coffee, getting through several cups before lunch. My ten o’clock was a nightmare. The annual round of reviewing all our policies, session number 98437C. (Well, that’s how it felt, unending.) This one was all about data retention, record processing, off-site archiving and access procedures. The whole subject is a legal minefield; it’s impossible to get it 100% correct. Just as soon as you get yourself up to date, some idiot changes the rules again, and as you’re chasing that, some other lunatic sues to get it altered again ... Privacy fanatics against full disclosure nuts – no end in sight. By one o’clock, when we agreed that we could do no more today, I was almost wishing our hospital was part of some great healthcare corporation, where the home office dealt with all this crap and we just had to adhere to it. Almost. Most of the time it’s too satisfying being able to make decisions and implement them without referring to anybody higher up the food chain. I’m not ready to be a corporate droid just yet. Not sure I ever will be.
A grinning Helga chased me out of the building at four, telling me to change out of my business suit into something casual, threatening to escort me on a shopping trip if I didn’t have anything suitable. Fortunately, I did. Mom had sent me a new Lacoste polo shirt in Chartreuse for Christmas; not a color shade that I’d have picked out for myself, but my mother and sister had both commented that it looked good on me in the selfie I shared. I reckoned it was due its first outing. I’d already washed and ironed it, but I quickly ran the iron once more over it and my chinos, just to be smart casual. Didn’t want to appear to be giving less than 100% effort. Gave Max his supper and headed out to meet up with Mel.
We had a great time watching ‘Fort Apache’ together; on the big screen the cinematography made a whole lot more sense than when I’d seen it on TV. I kept my hands to myself in the darkened cinema, though I longed to put my arm around her shoulders. Maybe I should have done? I just didn’t want to scare her away, not after her ‘octopus’ comments of Wednesday.
We ate together afterwards, standard Italian at an ‘Olive Garden’ franchise, sharing a bottle of wine while discussing the film, laughingly trying to work out exact scene locations in Corriganville; and it was nearly midnight before she kissed me on the cheek and drove herself home, another date agreed.
Max examined me suspiciously on my return and sniffed my chinos to excess; I rather thought from the tone of his snuffles that he approved of the person I’d been with. I knew I did.
Saturday Mel was helping a director friend with a location scout, and I had the usual weekend grocery shopping and household chores to do. She called me at nine that evening to confirm that, come the morning, we’d leave our dogs at home and meet up at Muscle Beach at Venice, Santa Monica.
I hadn’t been that way in quite a while, so I cheated with the satnav to ensure I didn’t accidentally end up in the lane headed for the airport.
We found each other just after ten. Early enough that on-street parking wasn’t yet a problem.
Mel was wearing a light summer dress, showing her long bare legs to great advantage. I wasn’t showing as much skin below my shorts, but then my legs aren’t nearly as good as hers. I can’t have looked too scary, because I got a nice kiss of greeting on the cheek.
Mel’s got a great eye for the ridiculous, and a scathing wit, and we got a few sour looks from people for not being sufficiently impressed by their presence. She joshed me a little as we strolled north along the ocean front walk people watching – the body builders, the posers and the fashion victims. Yeah, I’ll never have a body like some of the guys there, but I can live with being in their shadows. It was a whole lot of fun.
We stopped at a hot dog stand, laughing at each other as the juice, mustard and ketchup leaked onto our chins and needed dabbing with napkins before it dripped onto our clothing. It was still fun.
Then we sauntered further on to Santa Monica Pier and looked out over the Pacific. A few small boats, some pelicans, and blue water and sky as far as the eye could see, only marred by cruise liners and jets out of LAX, some heading high over the ocean in the distance. The March sunshine was pleasant, the temperature comfortable. “You can understand why the early seafarers thought that the horizon was the edge of the world, and didn’t like getting out of sight of land.”
“Can’t you just! You ever been down here at night, Mike?”
“No, have you?”
Her eyes went hazy for a moment, obviously reliving a memory, “Yeah, I did some shooting here one evening a few years back. We’d gotten most of the movie into the can in the afternoon; it had been a very tense day, prima-donna male lead, lots of re-shoots, and we just had to do the intro scene to finish off. I spent an hour exploring this part before meeting up with the rest of the crew; they’d gone for a drink but I’d had more than enough of them by that stage, and wanted to find the right background for the scene. It was definitely the best part of that day. The Ferris wheel lights up, all the colors in the rainbow and then some; the rollercoaster is lit, the entire place looks just amazing, almost magical. Helped me chill out after the stress of the day. It wasn’t that busy; it was a whole lot of fun just walking around seeing people out enjoying themselves. Even made me smile at the crew when they rolled up late. You should see it.”
Just before I got into bed, I logged in to the app again and messaged her ‘sleep well’, she quickly replied ‘and you’. Actually, I didn’t get to sleep for a while; I was trying to pin down the word that best described how I felt. I’d almost given up going through my vocabulary when it came to me. I’d felt completely at ease with Mel, immediately comfortable with someone I’d only just met. It wasn’t a sudden infatuation or mere lust, it was something deeper than that. A natural closeness. That...
Thursday was a late day; I took a stroll around the hospital to see how the evening clinics were running. They’re surprisingly popular with people needing routine monitoring or annual healthchecks, but either not wanting their boss or work colleagues to know about it, or too busy making money to take an hour or two off work. All was well, so I headed for home. Even better, Max wasn’t too upset with me that I was home late. He’s a lot more forgiving than Marsha ever was. Okay, so I fed him...
Wednesday was another very pleasant evening. The weather was typical California spring sunshine, and with Helga aware I had a date and screening my calls, I’d gotten out of the office early enough to beat the rush. There weren’t a whole load of people around at Corriganville, and the three dogs enjoyed being let off their leashes. I was amazed at how quickly Max had taken to Kara and Tara; although I’d carefully socialized him and we’d faithfully attended the training classes, he exceeded my...
I told Mel the – slightly edited – story of Helga’s flowers when I called her at nine o’clock that evening; she giggled and responded that she too very much liked receiving bouquets. I chuckled and explained that I needed to see her in person to make that happen, and ... when would suit her? As she was leaving for her Vegas convention early Thursday, Tuesday – or tomorrow – was the only way to go. She complained that she was scheduled to be filming out in Ventura all day, and probably...
Saturday, Max and I were planning to be up and about early, ready to start cleaning the place up for our guests. Just not quite as early as actually happened... When I woke at about five, I just knew I wouldn’t get back to sleep again. My stomach was doing those little nervous twitches, like I was sixteen again and going on my very first date. Okay, actually it DID feel like finally scoring a first date with a girl I’d crushed on without success; except that I already had feelings for Mel,...
A very, very long pause. Seemed like Mel had said all she wanted to say, and I wasn’t yet up to responding. Heck, I wasn’t up to understanding the words that were still ringing in my ears. While my brain slowly processed what I’d just heard, the universe seemed to stop revolving. It was a whole lot more than a mental ‘Wait! What did she say?’ It was more: Jesus H Christ! Had she really just said those things? Fuck! Had she actually DONE all those things? TEN YEARS? I eventually exhaled....
I began cyber-stalking Mel the moment I got back into my home office. Google is indeed your friend if you want to stalk. Actually, it was genuinely frightening how easy it was, and I was pretty much a first-timer at this game. Jeez, these algorithms REALLY give me the creeps sometimes. I’m not at all a fan of big government, and I’m even less thrilled at private corporations knowing and anticipating my every move, which is why you won’t find me on social media. Heck, some of this targeted...
(This chapter has been shortened and reposted – I added way too much to it AFTER my editor had read it. Hope it reads a little easier now.) Before I started on counting up the points in Mel’s favor, I called her, just to check up how she was doing. She picked up quickly, but sounding wary, as if she was expecting that this would be the call to dump her, anticipating hurtful words. I promised her that I would make no rush decisions, and that I’d meet her face to face real soon to tell her...
Wednesday morning, after I’d returned a couple of ‘urgent’ calls to get them out of the way, I checked my office door was fully closed so Helga couldn’t hear me, and speed-dialed Mel. She’d told me when I checked in with her the night before that she was doing some post-production work that day, so I knew she’d have her phone switched on and be able to answer. It was time to simplify things. I’d pondered and I’d considered and I’d reflected and I’d evaluated – you get the picture – and I’d...
I’d intended and planned to get away from the office right on time if not earlier; as you’d expect when it was so important to me, I received a phone call that I HAD to take, just as I was closing down my computer for the night. One of the Board members with a ‘suggestion’. You know the military saying, that there’s nothing more dangerous than a new butter bar second lieutenant with a map? Board members with spontaneous ‘ideas’ are damn nearly as great a hazard. And, what’s worse, I can’t...
Well, the palpable joy of Mel resting in my arms sure answered the question “Do I feel better with this lady in my life?“ with a resounding ‘yes!’. Now it was a matter of seeing how we could make this thing work. It wasn’t a foregone conclusion, by any means, but I knew I felt attraction, not repulsion. Bad things had been done TO her, not BY her. She stirred after a short while and smiled up at me as she realized she was still being held close. I kissed her forehead gently. “You okay,...
Mel’s little SUV was not on my driveway when I got home, which was disappointing, to say the least. I’d been anticipating its presence all day. She finally arrived an hour after I did, looking stressed and drawn. That was worrying, but she quickly reassured me that it had nothing to do with me; she’d just had a really bad day at work. I was very glad to see her. Not only because she was back with us, but also because I needed the distraction. After being welcomed home by three dogs, which...
My drive down to Malibu was fine, just beating the Friday exodus rush. Fine, not pleasant; the sheer volume of traffic in Los Angeles County has pretty much killed any joy of being behind the wheel on most highways – it’s only when you get onto the less-traveled roads that you can get to appreciate them. Some of the canyon runs can be awesome at the right time of day. In the urban areas, though, there never is a right time of day. And don’t forget the tourists, in rental cars, who don’t have...
One thing I was absolutely NOT intending to do was fall asleep on Mel. The night was still young, and I’d promised to do her doggie. And hopefully more than once. We’d gotten to know one another pretty well before becoming intimate; I very much liked what I’d seen of her character, and it seemed she hadn’t been too badly repulsed by mine. Our first bout seemed to have made her happy, and I was intending to repeat that lesson. Mel got a truly wicked grin on her face when she put her hand...
It was only a small cove on the shoreline, with big rocks at both ends. Which is probably what had saved it so far from over-development or amalgamation into one of the other beaches. There were maybe a dozen other people around, from the other two beach houses, no casual visitors. We strolled slowly hand-in-hand along the shore, pausing often so the dogs could investigate something, just enjoying being together. Mel looked really good in a bikini; this one was a very modest style. I’d seen...
We were both a sticky mess below the waist, and sweaty all over, so a shower was an essential next step. Being California, and economy with water being a habit, we took it together. I asked Mel if I could wash her hair; she seemed a little startled that I’d actually want to do that, but happily agreed when I reassured her that it would absolutely be a pleasure. There’s a real intimacy to washing someone else’s hair. No, I’m not talking about at the salon, where it’s part of the assembly...
We went for the option of sleeping at Mel’s place that night; she’d quickly made clear that she was desperate to finally welcome me to her own space. I drove home to grab a few things, and then retraced my steps as far as Woodland Hills, stopping at a convenience store to fill the short list she’d texted me once she’d had a chance to look in her own fridge. I immediately saw a bit of the darker side of fame; my arrival in her driveway was greeted by a harsh glare of security floodlights,...
Thursday after work I met Mel in town for a big-screen showing of ‘The Blue Dahlia‘, the 1946 George Marshall / Raymond Chandler thriller, with Alan Ladd and Veronica Lake. We both enjoyed the movie, but I had to agree with Mel’s opinion that they’d been much better together in “The Glass Key”. Their on-screen chemistry wasn’t quite as fresh and intense this time – probably not helped by the uncertainty caused by Chandler still not having completed the script when shooting was well under...
As I was accompanying Mel to the movie shoot in the morning, she’d insisted Max and I spend Friday night at her place. I have to admit that I was not entirely confident about the coming day; over the years, I’d been taught, or had learned, how to behave ‘properly’ in a wide variety of social situations, but assisting my girlfriend at a porno shoot had NOT been one of them. Not even at college when, under the guidance of our professors, we’d role-played potential stressful situations we might...
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The next couple of weeks turned out to be rather more eventful than I was expecting. Oh, they started off with our relationship continuing to build steadily, but then we took quite the sudden jump forward. I’ll get on to that in a moment. Saturday, Mel was working camera with Judy on a ‘normal’ commercial TV advertising shoot – Judy is fully aware that her income from making porn is at the whim of the studios and their fickle money men, so she takes most any kind of film-making commission,...
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It took us quite a while, sitting holding hands in the noodle kitchen parking lot as customers came and went, to thrash out the exact story we were going to tell Mom, weaving it around the theme of a fundamental disagreement over a girl wanting a college education and a career, rather than a husband and three babies before her twenty-first birthday. Mom would immediately get that. We decided to also highlight the fact Mel hadn’t actually ever met her last three ‘stepmothers’, and express...
Mom offered us a refill of iced tea, then ushered us across the hallway into the family room. James briefly looked into the den to check on the kids; he’d parked them in front of a cartoon which seemed to be entertaining them just fine. Abby was old enough to begin to enjoy the story, Ben more just liking the visual stimulation and the pretty colors. From the grin on his face, I guessed they hadn’t even noticed his intrusion. I chose a big easy chair for us both to sit in; I’d hardly gotten...
The mouthwatering aroma of delicious food hit us as soon as we got in the door from the piggyback ride. Katelyn grabbed her kids to get them to their places at the family table. Mel and I quickly washed our hands in the foyer bathroom and joined them. Cassie hadn’t been exaggerating quite how ready the meal was. If, as a kid, I would have been out of the house this close to serving up time, Mom would have made her serious displeasure known. But, as we’d been keeping her grandchildren...
Mel and I did our bedtime routine together in the family bathroom; on the way back to my room, we popped our heads into Katelyn’s old bedroom, where Abby and Ben were fast asleep in their mom’s childhood bed, one at each end. The tender expression on my fiancée’s face as she watched the sleeping babies convinced me I needed to give her one of our own just as soon as we could do it. I was feeling the same. I guess that’s why, like puppies and kittens, young kids are so cute – to bring out the...
This chapter is respectfully dedicated to readers thegoat, silin14, addicted1, persecutor and quietwatchman for their wise counsel and encouragement in helping me get through some MAJOR storyline blunders that seriously messed up my posting. Thanks, guys. The bedroom door handle rattled just after six; I’d been half-awake in the pre-dawn twilight for a while and expecting company. Oh, I’d also been replaying in my mind the ‘Lanta session of a few hours before; the role-playing had been a...
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The camera lingered on Atlanta’s upper body; her beautiful face framed by its mane of blonde hair, the graceful lines of her pale-skinned neck and shoulders, then ever so slowly, almost lovingly, it moved down to her small but perfectly formed breasts with their puffy nipples... It was almost as if it somehow knew, in its little electronic brain, that “Agent in Place” would be Atlanta Starr’s final movie, and that this was the very last time it would have the opportunity to display her trim...
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MarriedMany thanks, once again, to neuroparenthetical, my most amazing editor who relentlessly teases out what I hope is a decent story from the half-baked drivel I send to him. As always, I’ve fiddled with it, so any errors left are mine; let’s say that they’re deliberate attempts to get you to leave comments, if only to complain. P.S. He even edited this part!!! Having said that – on with the show. Caleb 21 - Sue I sat in my truck, in the driveway, having neither the motivation nor the...
When I broke the kiss to breathe, Bob kissed a line down my shoulder and my arm. He skipped from there to my stomach. I couldn't blame him for ignoring the breasts that he used to adore. They leaked now, and were sticky from the newest Brennan's spit. He certainly paid enough attention to my thighs, however. I was panting and writhing in desire by the time he reached their juncture. "Are you glad to have all of me back?" I asked. First, my uterus had been displaced enough by the pregnancy...
Angie kept my arm locked in hers, preventing any attempt at escape. We caught a cab back to my place. She was even more appreciative of it than Dianna had been. "Girlfriend, you live like a queen!" she exuded. Realizing what she had just said, she giggled. "Oops! Well, you know what I mean." She made a beeline for the master bedroom. Her practiced eye did not miss the jewelry armoire or vanity. She nodded her approval, checking my dresser drawers, one by one, noting the lingerie and...
Disclaimer: Alle Person dieser alternativen Erzählung sind mindestens 18 Jahre alt. Hermine saß in einer Besenkammer im dritten Stock. Ihre Hände fuhren über ihren Rock, über die Socken und wieder nach oben, diesmal unter den Rock. Das Griffendormädchen schloss die Augen und berührte ihr weißes Höschen. Es war das erste mal in ihrem Leben, dass die Streberin sich so berührte. Cho erzählte ihr vor einigen Wochen davon und empfahl ihr es malunbedingt mal ausprobieren. Hermine hatte bis dahin...
Mira woke easily when her alarm went off at six a.m. Even the late night and the amount of alcohol she drank last night couldn't dispel the good mood she woke up in. Hunter thought he'd beaten her. He'd thought she would trot her little ass over to his house and scrub his floors and clean out his refrigerator while his briefs were drying in the dryer. He had a lot of thinks coming if he thought she'd be the dutiful little maid service and fluff and fold. A giggle escaped her as she...
After Donald recovered from the extraordinary experience for the first time he just had, he knew somehow, he must repay Emma for what she did for him. Especially as he knows he will want her to do this again, and again, from time to time for him.He decides to start with taking her out for a wonderful dinner to celebrate this latest accomplishment of hers. She continues to blow his mind about how after so many years of being repressed, when she finally opens to the sexual world, she is like a...
Love Stories"So," Hannah said, crossing her legs, "you signed your first contract, and shot your first films.""I did," Jonas said with a wry smile. "They weren't, I'm the first to admit, my finest work, but they earned me a certain notoriety in the business.""They did," Hannah agreed with a nod. "Tabitha Shrew still tells the story of the first time she worked with you - the way she tells it, she couldn't sit down for a week after you were done!""Tabitha's a lying slut," Jonas said with an affectionate...
Straight SexJulia was new to the school and the neighbourhood. She had moved to a street down by the other side of town which was a ten minutes drive from the school building. Her father was being posted in this town as he had been offered a position in a leading law firm. She did not have a choice. But there was not much that she could do. Julia missed her friends, especially the boy down the street who she occasionally hooked up with. Little did she know that this new town was going change her life. She...
D returned again today and what a lovely day it is and how lovely it turned out . We welcomed D and had him get comfortable. He got nude and immediately shot up his cock. He had already pumped his cock up with his cock pump so it was already larger than normal so once the prostaglandin took effect, it was huge! Not much longer but very big in diameter, at least 2”, and with uncircumcised foreskin it appeared even larger . Using the pump pulls more blood than usual into his cock...
I have been trying to write the second part of this for months now. The Married Guy and I have become pretty regular fuck buddies and I have some more experience I want to share with you guys but I need to finish this first experience off. When I left you (which was in June), the Married Guy had come over to my place, we had stripped down to our speedos, he had sucked me off and I’d cum all over his chest and I had sucked him off and swallowed every last drop of his married man juice. He was...
Hi to all ISS readers… I am George from Chennai, Age 26… A normal Chennai guy… working in IT, A admire of mature women. This is my email ID only aunties can contact me, and give feedback, girls please stay away. I always fond of mature aunties, because they are the one who look beautiful as well as sexy and also more hornier…Well this is my real life story which happened last year. It will be little longer so please kindly excuse. We are the family of four newly shifted to this house. The day...
IncestAN: All characters are 18 years or older. Damn, this took a bit of thinking on what exactly I wanted this story to be for while. Originally it was titled "Your Princesses" and was going to be a 2nd Person POV story. Also the character you become would be named Morgan Godfrey who other possible writers for the story could set up as a male/female human or some other race like elf or something. But, some new ideas I thought of weren't fitting that original story. So, here we are, a 3rd Person...
FantasyWe went and stopped at the in-laws for the New Year and they took us out to a New Year’s Eve party at the local hotel. It was a wild affair with daft party games and silly dancing for a good part of the night with plenty of alcohol flowing. It was during one of the games I realised how flirtatious, Jane the mother in law had became. She and the wife had to thread a string down my arm, up my trouser leg, back down the other leg and back up my other arm against other groups of three, in a race....
Sept. 29th, 2018 Things have been interesting around here the last little while. I have a brand new grandson! Yay! His middle name is his other grandfather’s and mine first names. That’s awesome. I’ve never had someone named after me before. My dog gave me poison ivy so I haven’t held him yet. That will be remedied in a few days. Through the good graces of one of our friends here a backup system has been put in place so if/when my mind slips off the rails my family will receive a copy of...
hello i am Daniel and this is my story of how i fucked my cousin Dianna last year my cousin come to see us from WEST VIRGINIA her and my mom went out to a bar for a few drinks they both came back drunk as can be now my mom is 54 Diana is like 52 well after mom went to bed i got a blanket for Diana she was laying on are couch it was a round 2:30 in the morning i was getting my self all set to go to bed i got a can of 7 up and stopped to talk to her now at 52 she looks okay 34 c breast like...
I was sure that if she were a willing participant initially that I could insure that she would cooperate afterward. "I will clue Kyle," Ray said. We went back out and dropped into our lounges, John took the short one, he looked funny in it and I hoped that it wouldn't collapse under his weight. Kyle and Carol came out of the pool together, his arm was around her waist and he kissed her again before they sat down. Carol resumed her original position; only now you could see nearly...
Courtney was not scheduled on weekends other than being on call, as all supervisors are. We went to one of those 'breakfast all day' places before going to the hospital. When we arrived at the hospital the Breeze family was already there, along with several of Caroline's friends sitting in a waiting room they were having a general discussion. The doctors had not been out to talk to anyone. Dean Skaggs had not arrived yet. The group of friends that came were the same ones who had been out...
It had been a long flight. Two hours trapped on a cramped plane, cramped between two rows of screaming schoolkids, and sat next to your 16 year old brother, whining about how his iPod's just died, and your dad'svsnoring were especially draining. That isn't including the innuerable delays, lost luggage and an early wake-up this morning. The resulting arrival time was far later than the airline predicted. You arrived at Malaga airport just as the sun was going down, when you just wanted toliedown...
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