Visiting Ms Payne
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Sure, little lady, you can come aboard. Deelighted ya stopped by, whatever it’s for. Let me give ya a hand. Nice day, isn’t it? May get a bit rough tonight when the storm blows through. Can I offer ya something to drink? Now, now, I’ve got all kinds of stuff here: bourbon, Scotch, gin, vodka. Even got some craft beers from the monastery, Belgian stuff young folks like you seem to like. Oh, all right. I’ll get ya some water. Think I got a bottle below. C’mon down, your price is right!
Here ya go. No, don’t drink much anymore myself. Just a belt around happy hour, only somethin’ good. Don’t ever settle for riding second class, I always say. Well, haven’t been doin’ it alla 96 years, just about 7 decades, more or less. Yeah, I’m George Payne: welcome to my yacht. No, lotsa people tell me I don’t look my age.
So you’re a Harvard student? Deevinity school and everything? So what brings ya to Scarecrow Island, Connecticut? Doing a cultural study on old people and their memories, especially how faith has affected their lives. Well, you’ve come to the right place: I got an excellent memory and glad to tell you everything I can about this place, been here a long time. Got a little faith, just a little, no more. I know He’s up there, just hope He’s not lookin’ this way too often.
Where do I come from? What, don’t ya believe I’m a Yankee? Oh, hell no, not ashamed of where I come from: Wesley Island, Georgia. Off the coast a ways, just like this little spit of land. Bein’ up North has rubbed most of the accent out, but not all of it. My Dad was a soldier in World War I, the Great War, but didn’t make it back home, they said he died of Spanish Influenza in Iowa. Never knew him, even when I was in diapers. Mom and me were pretty much alone. Mom died when I turned 15, and I worked my way up the coast. Nope, never finished High School, but I’ve got a super memory, almost freaky.
By the way, you look like somebody I knew way back. She was a little on the tall side, like you, blonde hair, blue eyes, curvy. You musta played volleyball in high school. Thought so, aha! No, her name doesn’t come to me. What’s your name, darlin’? Lucy Winkler. Wow, that rings a bell, too. You didn’t just get out of a time machine, didya? Oh well, I’m a sucker for ponytails, especially one on each side.
So ya want me to tell you stories. There’ll be a price. Oh, Gloria told you. Ooo, she’s askin’ for it, that one, she might get a paddlin’. And that didn’t stop you from comin’ down? You got no problem…I imagine since your gonna be a minister, a man of the-whoops, woman of the cloth-all right, suits me fine. Make it worth my while and I’m happy to spend time with you, particularly since you’ve got such nice tits. Thanks for smilin’, you’re a pretty girl.
No, don’t know why I’m still here. Like I said: keep my distance from Him, maybe He’s forgot ’bout me. Now I’ve been to church a few times, I’m not an atheist. I can be pretty moral at times. Well, I always eat oatmeal in the mornin’, like my greens, catch my own fish, usually eat what’s fresh, unless the harbor’s frozen over and I have to take the boat out of the water. Then I stay up at the old lighthouse, keep a cot up there. Oh, Winter slows everythin’ down here, most people leave, the rich bastards. Used to sail down the coast myself, even far as Cuba, to get away from the cold, but can’t do that anymore. But I keep pretty active, always doin’ something or someone, Aha! Well, thank ya for saying I could be in my seventies, that’s right nice of ya. It’s not the years that matter, it’s the milage. Sure, I don’t go up ladders anymore, I’m not stupid, but I don’t sit around too much neither. Nope, not much in the way of aches and pains, I’m still pretty limber. You’ll see…
Summer of ’58? Hell yes, I remember it, remember it well. It was a good summer for me in more ways than one. Why d’ya pick that one? You had to pick one over 50 years past for your project. Oh, Gloria told you big changes started that year, things were never the same after that. OK, I get it. Oh, you’re gonna record me on your iPhone? Shit, what’s the world comin’ to? No, I don’t mind. Can’t embarrass me, always said what I wanted and didn’t give a shit what anybody thought ’bout it.
Oh, I been here since after the War, WW2. Did a spell in the Merchant Marines. Caught on here as a handyman, by ’58 I was called the Caretaker of Scarecrow Island. Well, it made sense, I like to get around, do a lot of different stuff, like to walk the beaches, see what’s comin’ over the horizon, and I only sleep ’bout 2 hours at a time. Oh, I sleep ’bout 3 or 4 times a day, that’s enough for me. Nope, always been that way. Well, mostly I just kept my eyes open, you know, in case a strange boat came over the horizon or a gnarly weather forecast came over the air and spread the word when I needed to. Had a radio for the Coast Guard if I needed it, and the State Patrol. Only ’bout 12 families ever lived here, even now.
Was a mechanic in the MM: a radio man. Could fix pretty much everythin’ that broke round here, still do. Still run over to the mainland in my launch one or twice a week, sail if it’s nice, or I used to. Girl in every port, in the old days. Oh, you don’t believe that? You’ll see, Lucy, you’ll see. Think you what want to, aha!
Oh, that summer was a beautiful one, ’58. I remember the day when the yacht came in with the Halstrom family, a little after Memorial Day, that’s what started everythin’. Lots of big hopes rode in that day. Mike Halstrom was in oil, big oil, high up in the company. No, which one doesn’t matter. Good guy, average build, blue eyes, dark hair, pushin’ 40. He’d been here as a kid, working the grounds at the Barclay Inn one summer. Almost local boy makes good, that story, rich man comin’ back to his roots. Nope, he didn’t come from here. His wife Betty was a bitch: tall, pretty thin, massive tits and hips, usually had a look on her face that could curdle milk. Matronly, wanted to rise high in society. Don’t think I ever saw her smile, well maybe a time or two but we’re not at that part of the story. Daughter Anna: 18 year old perfection. If she’d been one of the summer workers I woulda taken a crack at her.
No, Teddy Barclay spotted her on the way in, never got a chance. She was running around deck in a bathing suit when they came around the point, changed for when they docked: dressed in a silly sailor suit like a 12 year old. Yeah, you’re right but we’re way ahead of the story. Let’s take this in order. I saw Teddy up on the hill with his binoculars that morning, well he was there a lot anyway, looking at the ships or at the beaches. A good lookin’, red blooded boy, hard-workin’, just done with High School and saving money for college. Tall, dark and handsome lad, nothing like his father. His father Edward was a fat, dorky smartass who came from a good family and picked up the family taste for booze. Damn near drank his way out of that Inn, but that’s getting ahead of the story, too. Teddy’s mom Brenda was a looker: average size, weight and everything, but my, how hot! That face could not only launch a thousand ships, it could stop them dead in the water, too. Had her bedroom window in my telescope many a night.
Now, did I say I was a good person? I still get some action, once or twice a week. There’s a couple of ladies like Gloria who stop by, old widow ladies who don’t give a rat’s ass ’bout their reputations, I help make the world a better place for them, put some motion into their ocean. Like reputation matters these days! Hell, it sure did back then. Was I cruisin’ for chicks in those days? Back then I was after it every time possible, every day if I could, but discreet. No, always been pretty careful, at least, far as not getting too greedy. Never slept with one of the highbrow locals in those days, nor their daughters, never. Sleep with somebody important here and everybody knows in a week, sometimes a couple of days. Also meant I wouldn’t be trusted, and trust is important. Burglar shouldn’t steal f
rom his neighbors, if he’s smart, wild animals generally don’t shit where they eat. I was the kids’ bus driver, so to speak, ran them from the island into school and back every day. Never laid a hand on any of ’em, they though I was a dutch uncle. We got along all right, never had to feed any of ’em to the sharks. Aha! Used to threaten the little ones with that, just to rile them up or keep ’em in line. Residents here trust me and that makes a big difference, I keep that trust.
God, woulda loved to tap Brenda Barclay myself but her crazy husband probably woulda shot my ass. Since Anna’s mom was angling to join local society, the Halstrom girl was off limits, too. I stuck to visitors and working kids here for the summer for the most part. Oh, I can be a silver tongued devil when I want to be. Also good at getting hold of stuff, stuff folks don’t normally have access to round here, some of summer workers called me the general store of Scarecrow. No, don’t deal weed anymore, used to. Won’t matter soon, will it?
I also listen pretty good. Hell, by then I didn’t have to work as a handyman, heard enough investment advice here and there to build up a pretty good bankroll, even by then. No, you don’t need to know how much. Worked ’cause I like it and don’t like to sit still. These old pricks wouldn’t have accepted me into their club as a rich man as it was even though I had more money than most of ’em. Happy just to have the boat and freedom to go where I wanted.
Let me get back to the story of the Holstroms back in ’58. Old Edward Barclay was pretty put out about Mike coming back and throwing his money around: Mike had worked for him about 20 years earlier, and Ed didn’t think turnabouts was fair play. The old drunk had a lot of pride, which only helped him stay mean and drunk. I think Brenda talked Ed into letting them come ’cause they were pretty broke and needed the booking. Old man even swallowed his pride and gave them the best rooms he had. Beautiful view that overlooked the bay, his own quarters, too. I’m sure that made a difference how things developed.
Speaking of developing, you need to start investing in this conversation. Let me get him out, have to be careful. Ever seen one that big? I think not, can tell you’re impressed. Oh yeah, you know what to do.
Your hand is so soft. Spit on him, give him a little lubrication. That’s it. Nice. You look familiar, you come from around these parts? Providence-all right. Close enough to everything. You don’t have to ask about goin’ farther if the spirit moves you, just do it. Aha!
All right, back to ’58. I heard they all sat around the big table at dinner, formal wear and all, and everybody who was anybody on the island was there. Table conversation had to be a strange one, from what Flora Evans said afterward. Think Edward grossed out Betty Halstrom, asked her if she ever went skinny dipping, and rambled a long time how great it was. Bet she was never nekkid except in the bath. Course nobody wanted to think about old Ed being nekkid, ever. The kids didn’t pay much attention, just looked at each other dreamy-eyed across the table. Well, they were probably the only two their age around that summer. No, there were three other kids here, but they were working at different houses, they woulda been too busy to socialize. Class meant something then, too. The adults would have kept the working kids at a distance, but Tony knew ’em a little.
Oh, I met them, you bet. Nice kids. Coupla boys from UConn did some landscaping for the families on the other side of the island and next door to them there was a Radcliffe girl doin’ some housekeeping. What a body on that kid! Oh, they wanted cigarettes and booze and were too young to get ’em. I helped them out, for a price. No, she didn’t have to pay money. She was really pretty special.
The next day I was working the other side of the island, fixing a couple of lawn mowers in a little shop I rented. Mid-morning, Tony Barclay caught up with me: he used to bring everybody the mail, he’d catch the incoming bag from the mail boat and throw them the outgoing. Anyway, Tony was all worked up, ‘Hey Mr. Payne, got a bill or two for ya.’
‘Thanks, Tony. Everybody excited to see the new guests?’
‘Oh yeah. Mrs. Halstrom’s pretty stuck up, but Mr. Halstrom’s pretty great and Anna is wonderful.’
‘I bet. You walk around the garden last night? Get a good look at her yet?’
‘Shit, Mr. Payne, you’re psychic! Saw her on the deck when they were coming in: what a tomato! Blonde hair, blue eyes, what a figure. Said her Mom made her put on the dorky outfit when they came to the dock. Her Mom’s a witch with a capital B. Dad grossed her out at dinner, he was into his third martini, and the look on her face should have killed him. Mom was acting pretty weird too, as if Mr. Halstrom was somebody she didn’t want to see, didn’t say much. By the time I got done walking in the garden with Anna, only Dad was still at the table, working on another martini.’
‘Didya have a nice walk in the garden?’
‘Yeah, you bet.’
‘She a good kisser?’
He blushed a little, it was kinda cute. ‘Oh, yeah. Don’t think she ever done it before.’
‘Well, take your time, Tony. Go slow, it’s the best way. You’ll have lotsa time to get to know her, and you don’t wanta have just a cheap fling. You wanta settle down here someday, find somebody ta share it with, and goin’ for a quick lay will mess that up.’
‘Oh really? Never thought I’d hear you say that.’
‘I speak from experience: I got everythin’ I want and don’t wanna get tied down. I likes my freedom.You’re not like me, so don’t be me. Don’t be your old man, either. Take your time and let things happen naturally. Be who you are.’
‘Okay. Gotta run, see you later.’
When I got done in the shop was time to see Flora, who was living at the Barclay Inn. Good family, their fortune got gambled away, and Flora needed painkillers for her arthritis. She needed a delivery and I needed a release-hey, I’m not proud, I’ll take it wherever I can get it. Almost. When I came in her door, I’d never seen her so agitated. ‘You’ll never believe what I heard this morning!’
Flora was an eavesdropper from way back. I started unzipping her dress and asked her: ‘What, Flora?’
‘Well, I was down in the basement, getting out my summer dresses from the locker, and I overheard Brenda in the laundry room. She wasn’t alone! She was in there with Mike Halstrom, and what were they talking about? The old days. You remember when Mike was a groundskeeper out here?’
‘Yeah, a couple of summers before the war, if I remember right. Nice kid, hard worker.’
‘Well, he and Brenda had a romance that summer! They were screwing each other regularly, passionately. All the while she was dating Edward. She’d go swimming and drink lemonade all day with her future husband and screw the help every night. What a hussy! If I’d only known! She chose Edward because it seemed he had more money, a better future, and she didn’t see a good life for her anywhere off the island. Well, Mike went out and made a fortune while Edward’s been pissing his life away here, and she’s tired of it! Wants to divorce Edward and marry Mike if he can get free. Can you imagine that?’
‘Well, seems like a good idea. Not often ya get a second chance to do things right.’
‘Well, they’re going to meet at the boathouse tonight at 2AM! I heard some noises, I think they were kissing but I don’t think they had time for more than that. She was buttoning her blouse when she came out, and he followed a few minutes later. Shameful, sneaking around like that! Can you imagine what they’re going to do?’
‘Sorta like what we’re gonna do, right?’ Flora smiled and we didn’t talk much after that, since most of her clothes were on the floor.
Lucy, I can see you imagining what they did and I like it you’re stroking faster. You keep imaging those two lovers makin’ that rendezvous. The boathouse walkway is elevated, I was
underneath it when they met. Nice, keep doing that, feels good. They met at 2AM and didn’t say much. Imagine they used the sailcloth as a cushion, and she’s a noisy girl in the sack. Think about them fucking, Lucy. I’m a little dry, you need to give me some lubrication. Oh yes, baby, take it in, suck the head, I like that. Brenda Barclay was moaning like a whore as Mike Halstrom fucked her, I snuck a look. Her head went back and forth and her mouth was open, her skirt was up and her blouse was open, he played with her tits as he fucked her. Oh, I’m gonna be ready soon. Think about them, Lucy: he was banging her hard, she hit her head on the wall and didn’t notice, she was so into it. She hadn’t been well fucked all her married life and she was gettin’ it at last after ’bout twenty years. Oh, oh, oh, oh, stroke me faster, almost there, take me over the top, YES!
God, Lucy. I think I’m in love. Let me take your picture, you look so cute with sperm all over your face. Now don’t worry, not sharing it with anybody, I’m a greedy bastard. Got nothing to prove to the Internet. Love your dimples. There’s a roll of paper towels on the counter for ya to clean up with. Oh, Mike and Brenda screwed at least two hours that night, then snuck back to their frigid beds. No, I don’t think Tony and Anna got another crack at each other before they went to bed that night, but they were able to wave good night to each other. Oh, their windows were in easy view of each other’s.Think she was only wearing her slip, the little tease. That was a lot in those days. Sounded kinda cute to me.
I think I need a nap, dearie. Glad you liked the story. No, I’m pretty much always here these days. If somebody needs something fixed they generally bring it around here. I got a shed by the dock where I keep my workspace. Probably go for a little swim around sunset if it’s not storming. You want to come hear more of the story? Great. See ya, Sweetheart.
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((JANUARY 5, 1968)) "Raymond?" "Yeah, Katherine?" "Are Mom and Dad home yet?" "No, sis — not for a couple of hours. Why?" "Do you like me, Raymond?" "You're my sister, Katherine. Of course, I like you. What's brought this on?" "I see how you look at Sarah Walker. She's got those big knockers that you boys drool over. I don't have those big boobs to get guys attention. Do you think I'm pretty?" "You're my sister!" "That's not an answer!" "But I can't tell...
Chapter V Isolde woke up drenched in sweat. The sun was beating down on her and her hair was plastered to her forehead. Her hip ached and she had a crick in her neck from lying on it wrong. She looked at her watch. 9:00 it said. “Damn,” she thought. And then, “I really have to pee.” She sat up and looked around. She was in a field that had recently been mowed. The stubble was about four inches high. There was a woods line about 100 yards to her left. To her right, she could see houses in the...
Around 3:30 am that night. I woke up being rather dazed, I wasn’t sure where I was when I came to. I didn’t bother to sit up because my memories were flooding back. George, we kissed, he brought me home, and … right… lost my virginity. That’s when my vision started to clear up and I could clearly see him beside me, he was wide awake, but I don’t think he knew what I’d do if he continued from this point. “Can you turn on a light…?” I mumbled softly to him, he just nodded, complying with my...
Around 3:30 am that night. I woke up being rather dazed; I wasn’t sure where I was when I came to. I didn’t bother to sit up because my memories were flooding back. George; we kissed, he brought me home, and … right… lost my virginity. That’s when my vision started to clear up and I could clearly see him beside me, he was wide awake, but I don’t think he knew what I’d do if he continued from this point. “Can you turn on a light…?” I mumbled softly to him, he just nodded, complying with my...
Quickie SexChapter V Isolde woke up drenched in sweat. The sun was beating down on her and her hair was plastered to her forehead. Her hip ached and she had a crick in her neck from lying on it wrong. She looked at her watch. 9:00 it said. “Damn,” she thought. And then, “I really have to pee.” She sat up and looked around. She was in a field that had recently been mowed. The stubble was about four inches high. There was a woods line about 100 yards to her left. To her right, she could see houses in the...
NovelsGeorge 3 I was in the back garden when I heard the boys come back from shopping.. After about 10 minutes George came over to mine and told me his mother and brother had gone to grandmas He told me that they would not be back till 9ish, He had the key to the house but didnt like staying there alone. He said he had left a note to say he was at my house. I invited him to stay and lay in the sun. I offered to rub his body with the coconut oil on the pretence of stopping him burning. He asked if...
Chapter XIII It was just 5:00 when Isolde pulled into the driveway and parked behind George’s VW. George and Terry came out of the house to greet her and she said, “Here – each of you grab a bag of groceries. Watch that one, Terry – it’s heavy.” She had bought several cans of soup, and some tomatoes and the rest of the ingredients for marinara sauce, and the store bagger had put all of the cans in one bag. “I forgot you were gonna have to rent a car,” said George. “We have to do something...
NovelsChapter XVI While they were sitting out on the porch, George started having second thoughts again. He was sitting in one of the rockers, with his feet up on the crossbar, and suddenly sat forward, and planted both feet on the floor. He stood up and turning, said over his shoulder, “I gotta got to the bathroom. I’ll be right back.” He went through the front door and down the hallway. After he left, Isolde said to Terry, “I think he is having some approach-avoidance issues with this whole...
NovelsGeorge Lewis was an older gentleman. He was single and never married. People asked him from time-to-time why he never married. George traveled a lot and basically could not commit to one woman. When he traveled, he would get massages that would finish off with a “happy ending.” Asian massage parlors would offer premium services. George found younger women would giggle and hold the penis so tight that it hurt and was not pleasurable. George liked the older women who took their jobs seriously....
Winning just under a Million pounds on the Lottery enabled me to build an Olympic sized covered swimming pool and a large snooker cum play room beside it in the garden. It was nicely done with large Palm trees, loads of bushes with a sauna, a large sunken Jacuzzi and stupendous sound system throughout. I decided to have a party to celebrate the end of the building work. The party went well with many people from the area I live in. George and Georgina were there of course. Georges mother was...
“George!” He flinched, and turned around to face his mom. His mom was wearing a white skirt that fluttered when she walked, and it was right above her knees, Her shirt was a pink low-cut v-neck that plunges lower than it ought to. Her deep red hair flowed around her as she walked over to him and patted him from head to foot, to feel the level of wetness he had accumulated outside. She brushed past his zipper when she was checking. George felt a strange tingling in that area. He looked...
His older sister, Greta was eating a small spoonful of Happy Flakes Cereal. She smiled at him and ruffled her long hair that was a deep black, much like his own and his father’s. His father, Herb was engrossed in a newspaper. George’s father was an overweight, balding salesman. He was very successful and the family lived quite well, but it came at price. George rarely saw his father, as he was always on the road. George took a seat next to his mother, who patted his back and handed him a...
Chapter XVII As he began to remove the sheets, George suddenly realized that it would be silly to take his standard sheets into Isolde’s bed, when it was a king-sized mattress. So he stopped pulling at the sheets, and simply picked up his pillow, and went back across the hallway to Isolde’s bedroom. He didn’t know exactly what he expected when he walked into the doorway, but what he hadn’t counted on was the musky smell of recent sex that permeated the room. He had a momentary pang of...
NovelsIt wasn’t George’s intention to start a relationship with Elizabeth. He knew that his mate Richard had been in an association with her for some time; he also knew that they were no longer in that relationship and if it hadn’t been for Elizabeth herself taking an interest in him, especially when she told him that she had a meal voucher to a local Chinese restaurant and had invited him for a meal, that because of other commitments had to be declined for the voucher had only a short time to run....
George sighed. The guys at the office were right. This was the life!Out by yourself, roughing it. No deadlines, no traffic, no noise...Speaking of which, what was that?! Get a hold of yourself, man, it wasprobably a deer. He stirred the fire, uneasy. A nose sniffed the air.Man! The owner of that nose growled, and padded towards the smell.George squatted over a log. That was one of the few problems with paradise, no toilets. No ass-wipe either. Oh, well, a few leaves , and ... Damn, now he had...
One summer our Men's Sex Clinic took on a young Filipino intern named Sunny. He was 23 years old, his English was fairly good despite a thick accent, he lived up to his name with a very sunny, upbeat and often over-excited personality. He was also one of the sissiest little men we've ever had wearing ladies 'scrubs' and we'd learn panties and of course the high faggy voice, the feminine flouncing around. He was so feminine that staff and clients alike often mistook him to be a girl with the...
Chapter XVII As he began to remove the sheets, George suddenly realized that it would be silly to take his standard sheets into Isolde’s bed, when it was a king-sized mattress. So he stopped pulling at the sheets, and simply picked up his pillow, and went back across the hallway to Isolde’s bedroom. He didn’t know exactly what he expected when he walked into the doorway, but what he hadn’t counted on was the musky smell of recent sex that permeated the room. He had a momentary pang of...
Chapter XVIII Wednesday morning, they all three awoke at the crack of dawn. Isolde wondered if their new-found camaderie, or maybe love had recharged all of them, and made them want to wake up early, to be together.George spoke first, saying, “Good morning, you two. I love you guys.” Then, springing out of bed, and turning toward Isolde, he said, “If you don’t mind, I’m gonna hop in the shower first, so I can get my ass off to Glen Burnie.”“Are you sure you don’t want company?” Isolde asked,...
NovelsJane did not know where she was when she woke up. The room was not entirely dark because some light was coming in through the door. Then she remembered: After her dance with George she had sat drinking her coffee, feeling she was in a dream. Elsie's chatter and laughter seemed to flow over her and she was afraid to look at George so great was her desire to have him touch her. She remembered speaking but couldn't remember what about. When at last she had risen to go, Elsie wouldn't hear...
George and MartinBlack Bulls DP meIt’s time for some update. I wanted to have a tastefully kinky experience, which is a DP with a mild rough. I wore a lacy black silk shelf bra, step-ins and a see thru black camisole with three red ribbons that were tied in front. I did not want to be rushed but teasingly pealed into a sexual experience. I was happy with my two black studs that my hubby chose for me. After quick refreshing, I entered the bedroom and the boys were all ready for me. My hubby was...
Georgie and the Mirror. By Tanya H. There were two surprising things about the wedding. First, we were invited - my family does not bring much to any social occasion and second - Dad decided we'd go. I was amazed; Mum and Dad are not glittering socialites, to be honest they would generally be shunned as quiet and introspective by other wallflowers. I wasn't even sure if I'd met the daughter of Mum's cousin who was getting married, but, as usual, my opinions or concerns had little...
Chapter XII On the way back to Pasadena, George and Terry talked about the logistics of moving. “How much stuff do you have in that trailer?” terry asked. “Oh, not much, really. Some spare VW parts, a tired old broken down sofa, a TV, my instrument and stand and light and other music stuff, two straight chairs and a couple of folding chairs, some dishes and pots and pans, whatever food’s in the fridge, and Isolde’s and my clothes. That’s pretty much it. Most of the rest of the stuff in there...
Novels100% fiction! I ran into George at the grocery store. He said, "Would you give me a ride home?" "Sure. Where's your car?" "My wife has it. Come in for a drink." I went in with him and as soon as we got in the door he started to grab my dick. "Uh George. Are you sure that is what you want to do?" "I am so horny! I want to suck your dick and take it up my ass! Please!Please!Please!" He was starting to unbutton my pants and his mother, sister, and wife walked in. Mother said,"Oh wow! We want in on...
IncestNach einem aufregenden und verwirrenden Nachmittag mit seiner Freundin Lisa schnaubte George nach Hause. Wie üblich, hatte Georg ein paar Stunden bei Lisas Hause nach der Schule verbracht. Dies war in den letzten Monaten für sie zur Routine geworden. Sie würden von der Tageserlebnisse sprechen; Wer machte was in der Nachbarschaft oder in der Schule. Manchmal saßen sie auf dem Sofa und sahen sich einen Film oder eine Sendung im Fernsehen an. Heute war anders. Heute lag etwas anderes in der Luft....
RomanceShe woke to the sound of Elsie tapping on her door. She edged round the door with a breakfast tray. ' I thought you'd like breakfast in bed. It'll save you time. I know you've a lot of work today' As Jane pushed herself into a sitting position, Elsie propped the hospital-style tray over her. 'Did you sleep well? As Jane her mouth full of marmaladed toast nodded, Elsie went on. ' I'm glad. I thought we might have kept you awake.' She giggled, 'I think dancing with you made George...
My sweet girlfriend Laura looked upset during lunch time…I asked what problem she had and Laura leaned on the table, looked at me with her very nice green eyes and hissed:“George is cheating on me with that stupid bimbo secretary…”I insisted, asking her if she was sure or just she suspected the whole matter. But Laura then got even angrier and furious…“The bitch is the new girl in the office; I met her two weeks ago…”“A little slut bimbo in her early twenties; a sensual brunette, some killer...
Tom left at 7:00 a.m. on Monday to drive to Leeds and Jane went back to bed. She lay half-dozing listening to the radio till nine then got up to work on her book illustrations. She was at lunch in the kitchen when the door bell went. Elsie stayed and had a coffee, then left, Jane having explained to her that she had to have a real blitz on her work. She agreed to join her for a meal around seven. ' George's been away all week-end at a conference', Elsie said, 'I made him steak-pie but...
Martha was running late. It hadn't been a great day. At 36 years old, Martha was successful and attractive, but her life had taken some turns lately that had left her wondering what she had done to anger the cosmos in such a way as to constantly be throwing more problems onto her shoulders every single day. She had an extremely successful construction business that she had helped her father build, but now, with her father passing away and her husband filing for divorce last year, it...
Chapter IX Terry was in the bathroom when Isolde got to the top of the stairs. She rapped her knuckles on the door as she went by, and said, “I’m next.” She heard a muffled, “Okay.” A minute or two later, Terry came out of the bathroom, carrying and drying his hands on the towel. He handed the towel to Isolde, saying, “I guess you will want this.” He went into the bedroom, and lay down on his back on the bed. As he waited for Isolde to finish whatever she was doing in the bathroom (putting in...
Novels'That', Jane thought as she sat back down at her desk, 'that was when we really got close'. Elsie had taken her through into her big kitchen and had made a pot of tea, then sat with her as Jane spoke of her unhappiness and her fear that Tom was losing interest in her. 'No!' Elsie had remonstrated with her, 'he can't be. You're so lovely, sweetheart. So sexy. Men would be queuing up for you. My George would be first in line given half a chance!' And Jane had laughed through her...
What a nice sundress, Lucy. Didn’t think ya had to change but I’m glad ya did, yellow looks good on you. It was fun running before the wind again, just wish I coulda done the sails. But you were a good mate, did everything just as I told you. God what fun, haven’t felt that alive for a long time. You can sail with me anytime. Wish you could stick around so we could do it again. But you gotta go back to Cambridge tomorrow, right? Finish up your degree and start doin’ the Lord’s work, I guess. ...
Well, aren’t you a sight for sore eyes? Lucy, my dear, welcome back to Scarecrow Island. I missed ya, kiddo. How’s tricks? So ya got a job, well done! Your dad just retired, your sister had twins, well, glad the clan’s growin’. Oh, you wanta show me pictures on your phone? Sure, I’ll take a look. Ah, those are good lookin’ babies, no doubt. Obviously an excellent gene pool. Damn, you look great in a blue bikini and flower wrap. Can’t believe you came down lookin’ like that, some young stud...