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The time had come for my Annie to take a step into a different world. As I’ve mentioned before, when we started together Annie was eager but not very experienced. I think it was that she had always hoped her lovers would lead her and teach her. Neither of us could answer why she’d had so few. Maybe it was her shyness? Men can be so callous in the way they use women. But soon enough we established the kind of trust, and later love, that allowed my Annie to do and be everything she could imagine as far as sex is concerned – plus a few other things besides!!!

Early on I confided to her my interest and experience in BDSM. It wasn’t her thing at all and, of course, I was so excited about introducing Annie to all manner of new sex play that it didn’t seem important to press the point. Annie was learning to accept my extra-curricular activities. Soon enough she would do the same with my encouragement. But those outlets meant my other desires continued to be fed.

Still, we both knew Annie’s turn would come and she would experience more than taste of BDSM. In a way it was easy enough – Annie and I are deeply in love and her eagerness to please and reward me mixes well with her innate submissiveness. Don’t get me wrong – Annie is a smart woman who’s managed big offices and travelled the world. She is no pushover. But she loves to be led when it comes to bedroom fun, to have the doors opened for her.

We talked a lot about the different options, how we could do more than simply have me orchestrate our regular sucking and fucking. There were experiments with bondage. As you know, already we had other little routines like me pulling out my cock while we were watching TV. In fact that had been her suggestion, a signal to Annie that she was required to suck me. Other times I would order her to strip down and spread her legs so I could finger her delicious slit while she was trying to watch some cooking show or other. Or we’d go shopping with me insisting she wear a butt plug under a flimsy dress or ben-wah balls lodged in her steamy cunt.

Then came a night when I was having a piss and Annie came in to the bathroom to brush her teeth. Simple domestic stuff. But she wasn’t wearing any pants and as she bent over to rinse her mouth her T-short rode up to expose those tight, firm butt cheeks. Instant hard-on! No matter how many times I look at her I can never tire of her gorgeous Chinese skin, her golden tan, those slender athletic limbs, her tight little butt and her petite cunt. And those long, thick, chocolate brown nipples. Yeah – she has not tits at all to speak of…but my Annie is just perfect as far as I am concerned.

So I moved over to her and with gentle pressure in the middle of her back I made sure she stayed bent over. My cock easily nestled between her brown cheeks. Knowing Annie, her cunt would be watering almost instantly and she would be wondering which hole I wanted to take. But it wasn’t to be that easy for her.

Quietly I reminded her of how many times I’d wanted to smack her arse. Not those playful little pats that couples often exchange. No – I wanted to spank her arse good. There was no response from Annie, no movement. A good sign.

Slowly, gently I began to pat her bum. All the time I kept talking to her softly and in between pats I rubbed her beautiful arse. I was telling her how sexy she was, how much she turned me on. How I wanted to own her totally – to the point where she would give her arse to me for anything I wanted. That did seem to get a reaction and she deftly moved her hips to press her bum back against my cock.

Softly I asked her to part her legs and as she did so I stepped back – to allow myself a better swing! Still I kept the blows slow and soft. My Annie was yet again allowing me to take her into uncharted waters. She’d known this moment would arrive some day but I was desperate not to ruin my chances by being too eager.

Every now and again I stopped to caress and rub her cheeks…and to slip a hand down between her legs. I wanted her to learn that spanking and similar activities were to be associated with pleasure for us both – which is what it was when I rubbed my fingers through her damp slit.

Then I lifted her up to me and our eyes locked together in the mirror. I hugged her tight from behind and told her how incredibly sexy she is…and how I wanted her to give this to me only as long as she was ready.

Annie murmured a cautious approval for me to continue – again knowing the trust we have would allow her to stay safe no matter what I had in mind for that night.

So I led her to the bedroom and, again using gentle pressure, I positioned her bending over the end of the bed. I noticed how this time she assumed the position with her legs nicely parted. I had an urge to fuck her right there and then but there was so much more to be gained on this occasion.

I started my rhythm again, all the while telling Annie how her arse cheeks looked as I delivered one soft blow after another. This was an incredibly big step for my Annie. She knew full well Maltepe Escort where this was heading. Though she had been only too happy to submit to me as part of our sex play she’d never really pictured herself as a woman who could accept or enjoy being spanked or slapped. I know she was keen to please me but very nervous all the same.

The next step was to use some lengths of rope to tie Annie’s ankles to the legs of the bed. This time I decided to tie a little wider and a little tighter than normal. It was all in keeping with the night’s game. But it also had the effect of calming Annie since bondage was something she was well accustomed to. Again it was about helping her to feel comfortable and safe.

Still I alternated my spanking with gentle probing of her slit. That was starting to get a response! I let her know that her cunt would keeping getting that kind of attention as long as she wanted me to keep spanking her beautiful arse. Her deep sigh was all the encouragement I needed.

But it was time to speed things up a little. I didn’t want Annie to get bored or too comfortable with what I was doing. This was about teaching her the finer points of submission – and that meant pushing the edges of her comfort zone.

I shifted my position so I could get a better angle with my aim…and at the same time alternate between arse cheeks as I squeezed and pummelled.

Then it was time to add a little distraction – a small butt plug. Of course it needed lubrication and I easily plunged it deep into her cunt several times – never missing a beat with my right hand. It came out well slicked. My attention to her cunt was paying dividends.

Once that invader was placed in her little hole I again started talking to Annie, dirty talk, telling her everything I wanted to do to her. We both love the idea of public sex and I eagerly described to Annie how she’d look bent over and tied like that, in front of a room of men, having her little arse punished before several of us fucked her long and slow. Again, the only response I got was deep sighs and quiet moans – which, coming from Annie, was telling me volumes!

By this stage my hand was getting warm and so was her delightful little bottom. Time to bring this to a conclusion. So I softly commanded her to reach back and hold her butt cheeks wide apart. She knew what to do and made sure her flaps were spread wide also. Annie loves this position as it really allows her to feel slutty and wanton. I stepped behind and with one very slow movement I slid my entire length into her gaping cunt hole. After a few slow strokes I suggested she should brace herself with her hands against the bed.

I resumed my soft pounding on her arse, all in time with my rocking back and forth, and the sound of my skin slapping against hers went close to sending me over the edge. Of course, I know all Annie’s favourite spots and how she loves pressure on the front of her opening, behind her clit. I was careful to be slow and maximise my opportunity to keep spanking her arse as well as she built-up to a wonderful orgasm.

Finally I felt the beginnings of that familiar shuddering that goes all through her body. I stopped even my gentle blows and took a good grip on her waist. Her moans became more distinct now…but much deeper. Its like she just goes off into some other world at those moments. I always marvel at how someone so intellectual can seem to lose all control of their mind in the midst of her sexual release. But there’s never any complaints from me!

My problem was the need for my own relief. The whole play so far had been a huge success and I was so incredibly excited by everything my Annie was achieving. My cock was ready to erupt so as soon as she was on the downhill run I pulled out and with only a couple of quick strokes my cum was shooting up her back and big dollops were falling onto her hot, reddened arse cheeks. I so rarely shoot my juice over her back – usually if its not internal then its her chest or her face. Annie loves it that way as well so she can see my spurting cock and the look on my face. But this time it seemed more in keeping with the tone of things and Annie told me later of her thrill at feeling me shoot so long and hard…how it made her feel slutty and used. Perfect!

So that seemed like enough of an introduction for that night. I untied Annie and gently placed her on the bed where I got between her legs and slowly ate her cunt to another three orgasms.

As we cuddled in bed afterwards Annie told me how much she’d gotten off on the intensity of the sex – both the spanking and the fucking. And she also confided that she’d rather appreciated the feeling of warmth in her butt cheeks that lasted even after I’d finished snacking on her cunt.

I’d been gentle, slow…even cunning! But Annie had stepped through another door – in some ways the hardest one for her so far.

Annie is no pain slut but over time we’ve been able to experiment with a lot of different scenes and implements. Yeah, a hand is nice but sometimes Kartal Escort implements are better!

A few weeks later it was time for the soft leather flogger. OK – no big deal for the more hardcore. But for Annie, the idea of being strung up naked and then flogged (even the most gentle blows) had a delicious mix of excitement and fear.

Actually, I was relying on her being exposed, naked and open, to get her really aroused. Annie’s proud of her body overall and loves the idea of being able to show it off. I’d already worked out a hanging point under the stairs and had her strung up as if hanging from her wrists and with her legs again pulled wide apart – just to accentuate the feeling of being exposed and vulnerable.

Slowly, softly I worked the flogger over her body – first her butt, then her back. Slowly I increased the force and the speed of the blows. Again I made sure I paid attention to her clit and her moistened hole. Eventually I took one of her vibrating eggs and shoved it up inside her cunt – with some tape over her flaps to make sure it stayed in place. Then I was really able to get to work.

This night, too, I made sure to paint a mental picure for my sexy woman. A small group of men, maybe a woman too, all sitting in our loungeroom admiring her body as she hung there. Ogling her…commenting on her marvellous assets. Soon they all would press forward, hungry to caress and stroke her body…ready to pleasure her, perhaps even to cut her down so she could service them.

But she would have to earn all these delights of course! My Annie seemingly is capable of almost anything when she is turned on enough. And as an athletic person she well understands and appreciates the rush that comes from endorphins flowing through her body in response to physical challenges. It was time to test her limits.

I had the flogger working across her arse cheeks…then her tummy…her tits…and then, after adding some nipple clamps and weights to her teats, I turned my attention to her inner thighs. With her legs strung so wide I was able several times to flick the leather tails across the very top of her thighs, right next to her oozing cunt. She bucked at that sudden sting – but not once did she make any sound other than her excited sighs.

So I paused briefly to play with the speed of the buzzing egg and to gently stroke her clit. There was an instant response, of course, and a further push from me with some firm yanking on her nipple clamps. Annie’s teats aren’t too sensitive but I’ve never been able to resist playing with them. Now she was at my mercy there was no way I could pass it up. Still, the extra sensation actually seemed to do something positive. There was a deep moan and I swear Annie actually tried to thrust her chest out at me as if asking for more. So I returned to using the flogger across her body, gently testing out various areas like her sides as well as her bum and her inner thighs.

After several more rounds I finally demanded she suck on two of my fingers while I fingered her clit. I soon changed position and as I returned to playing with her clamped teats I slowly inserted one wet finger into her anus.

What I was after was a confusion of sensations and stimuli…to mask the direct impact of the beating I was about to deliver.

While my finger was probing her butt, and clearly pleasing my Annie, I carefully removed the clamps, making sure I sucked on them hard as the blood flow returned to normal.

Then I held her close to me as she stood there all splayed. I caressed her body and I kissed her deeply, assuring her I loved her and was so incredibly proud of her. Then I told her she was ready, that she was going to be fucked that night, that she could choose whatever pleasures she wanted once we got into bed – so long as she counted out the last string of blows on her arse.

There was no response and I knew she consented to the deal.

I chose eight blows…across her arse cheeks…eight firm strokes with the soft flogger. Why her arse…always her arse? I am sure Annie wonders the same thing. But with an arse as pert and tight and shapely as hers why not? I’d dearly love to cane her arse actually – and maybe one day I will, only with gentle force of course!

That’s the thing – always keeping it gentle. I’ve had other submissives and pain sluts who were happy to take heavier beatings. But with Annie its enough of a thrill and a turn-on even to have her willing to make herself available for corporal discipline. The love and the trust we share is never deeper than when she allows us the thrill of me giving her even a mild beating.

Of course Annie didn’t count a single one of those last eight blows. She was in her zone – a place where she hardly ever speaks. The eight were hard though and I don’t know whether she was ready at that point for any more.

So once more I hugged and caressed my wonderful Annie before untying her and leading her slowly upstairs. There I made sure I showed her every bit of love I could manage and carefully Kurtköy Escort inspected her body as I gently questioned her on her reaction to her first flogging. But she wanted to be fucked and I had promised! So for the next 40 minutes we slowly fucked one another, mostly with her simply lying back and luxuriating in my rock hard cock stroking back and forth in her tunnel.

When I finally felt like I couldn’t take anymore I sped up my thrusting and shoved my cock in deeper. Annie pulled me close and whispered to me ‘Please…cum in me’. You know I did!

Then we resorted to a small vibrator and her fingers and slowly brought her to three long and satisfying orgasms of her own. It was well after midnight when Annie finally decided she couldn’t hold off sleep any longer.

Ever since then I’ve slowly increased the intensity and the rewards from our corporal play. One night about a month ago we were driving home past some bushland near our home. It was time to act out a plan I’d been preparing for weeks!

I suddenly pulled off on to a small track that leads down to a clump of bushes where we can see the headlights on the main highway but are totally hidden in the darkness. Annie knew what was coming – or thought she did. Outdoor sex has always thrilled her and I reckon she was out of the car before we’d even stopped. Then I announced she was to take her jeans off (she hardly ever wears panties these days) and bend over the front of the car. ‘You haven’t been beaten for a while’ I told her. ‘And I can’t have you getting out of practice’.

In the dark I couldn’t see Annie’s reaction. But I quickly fumbled around in the bushes till I found a small, thin branch lying in the undergrowth. Two fingers went straight into her sopping cunt as she lay her upper body across the car and I instructed her to reach down and play with her clit for me. I slowly rubbed the switch across her bum, letting her feel the roughness of the bark and imagine how thin and whippy it would be as I struck her firm flesh with it.

I pulled my cock out next and began to work it into her cunt – a taste of what she would get if she could take the beating that was coming. Not too much though – I was too close to cumming myself!

So after only a couple of thrusts I pulled out and instructed Annie to keep right on playing with her clit for me. Then came the magic moment and I carefully (always carefully) delivered the first stroke of the switch. The soft sound of that stinging little rod connecting with her flesh was exquisite. I made sure to tell Annie just how I felt. ‘Here you are out here in the open, legs wide and arse sticking out…masturbating while having your bottom caned. Fuck you look amazing’.

Again and again I struck my gorgeous woman. Once or twice I tried a little more force…once I got a sound from her that told me ‘enough’. I backed off but tried again to distract her – ‘All those cars going by. How I wish they could see you right now’!

In the end I was able to give her a good twenty, spread between both arse cheeks and the backs of her thighs! Then it was high time she got her reward and I moved in to bury my cock to the hilt. Annie threw her head back and she tried to push against me as if there was even more of my shaft to be had. She kept right on playing with her clit as I pressed her against the warm metal of the car and a gentle breeze passed through the branches around us. Annie was horny as hell but I just couldn’t wait for her this time and it was only a minute or so before I shoved hard into her and my semen exploded into her heaving body.

The whole episode had been so quick but I was left almost speechless. I slid my cock out and pulled Annie off the car and into a close embrace. As she turned to face me we kissed long and hard. I ran my hands down to her bottom and we hugged again. For long minutes we just stood like that in the bushes, both naked from the waist down and my cum slowly leaking out of Annie’s cunt and seeping down her legs. Finally the insects got too much for us so we climbed back into the car – Annie ordered to travel home without pants. Yes, my cum ran out and made a bit wet patch in the car, but what did I care about that?

Back at our place Annie walked proudly through the car park to our door – though it was nearly midnight. With my cum drying nicely on her skin I suggested a nice long session of mouth music on her cunt. But Annie, too, was still feeling the huge rush from our outdoor escapades and she apparently had a strong need to suck my cock.

My Annie can be a slut and a sexual animal but I know that our love and trust is a big part of her being able to expose that part of her personality. Thanks to pride in herself and love for me Annie that night had a strong urge to give me a nice long session of oral.

Eventually we turned her cock sucking into a 69. I always love this position. And with her cunt smoothly shaven at that stage her entire genital area was coated with my cum and her own thick juices. I wanted to lick her as much as I could but I soon realised I was getting a better reaction by using my fingers. This time, however, it was Annie who couldn’t wait and the combination of me fingering her cunt and her mouth stuffed full of my cock quickly had a nice, gentle orgasm flowing through her body.

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I am a divorced man of 60+ years. After a few years on my own I decided it was time to live again. That year I decided to carve pumpkins, decorate my house, and have a costume party. I contacted the swingers club my wife and I had attended and asked that they announce my house party on their website. I only made a few rules: people who wanted to attend had to wear full-facial masks; they had to come as a couple or be a single approved by the swing club; everyone was to dress commando. I purchased some mood music, pulled out several of my “adult” videos, and had the food and drinks catered.

When my wife left me we lived in Tacoma WA in a large 5-bedroom home with three baths, an indoor jet-tub and a Jacuzzi on the deck. My home had an 8′ high privacy fence that encircled my back lawn. Before she died, my wife and I had hosted many house parties. I knew I could handle a crowd of 20 people easily. I was really excited about this party. A couple who were members of the club volunteered to help host and keep things civil. He was a policeman and I knew no one would get drunk and out of control.

I got 18 replies to my announcement of the party. Fourteen were from couples and four (three women and a man) were singles chosen by the club. I sent them invitation cards with directions, time, and a BYOB request. Donations were requested but not necessary (had to do that for legal purposes).

On Halloween night the caterers arrived on time, the house was decorated and I was ready to party. I had chosen three games to get things started so now all I needed was people. Living in the country has its advantages. There was plenty of parking, the assurance of privacy and no one would be disturbed by the noise from the party. Soon the guests began to arrive and I was encouraged to Maltepe Escort see so many of my old friends pre-divorce.

After about 30 minutes of mingling and greeting old friends I announced the first game; musical cocks. The men went behind a wall with 20 holes in it. Each man took out his cock and stuck it through one of the holes. Then the caterer played some music and when it stopped the women would suck the cock they were in front of. Since there were 17 women and only 16 men one lady was left out. After a couple of minutes the man on the right sat out and the ladies started again; but only after one man was removed. All of us men were treated to several blowjobs and the women got try many different men. I stopped the game after 10 rounds simply because of time issues. Everyone took a break for 15 minutes as I prepared the second game: Blind Man’s Muff.

The rules for this game are simple. All the men were blindfolded, tightly. I then chose a woman at random to blindfold me and volunteer to sit out the game. Then the women stood in a big circle and the music began to play. When the music stopped, the men were to kneel in front of the woman before them and lick their pussy. The first woman to reach orgasm was the winner, and got to sit out a round. Again, we played ten rounds and I remember hearing lots of moans and screams. I arranged a 46-minute food and selfie break to ease the tension in the house. I saw several couples, even four women, who decided they wanted something to eat other than the food. A blond woman with a Hillary mask and wearing a wedding dress with no buttons below her waist came over to me and asked if she could suck my cock. I am no dummy and immediately undid my pants. She knelt down immediately engulfed my cock with her mouth. Kartal Escort I sat down and plunged my hands into her bodice and played with her tits. She was good. Dyson doesn’t make a vacuum cleaner with better suction. The play of the last 90 minutes had me ready to cum; and boy did I. I didn’t know a man of my age could cum like that. And she took every drop, while wearing that silly Hillary mask!

Finally, after everyone filtered back to main area I announced the last game: By the numbers. I had made two sets of placards: 1 — 15, and a Y. I had the women reach into a bowl and pull out a placard. Two of the women would get the Y placards and the others the numbers through 15. Then I placed the second set of placards in a bowl and had the men picked a number. Everyone had 5 minutes to mingle and make a single trade if they wanted. After time was up I announced that each pair was to go home with the person having the same placard. People gathered their light jackets and began to leave. I left the caterers to clean up and took my partner up to the master suite. I was surprised to see that my partner was the blond in the wedding dress. I left her to shower, but when she finished she was naked except for her mask. So I too showered and left on my mask.

After I turned out the lights, she said, “Let’s remove the masks.” There to my surprise stood my daughter, grinning and laughing. I guess the bewildered look on my face showed just how surprised I was!

“Jill,” I said, “what are you doing here and how did you end up as my partner.”

“Dad,” she replied, “I’ve known for a long time that you and mom were swingers. I’ve been a single swinger for several years but always stayed away from your club. When mom left you I really wanted to ‘come out’ to Kurtköy Escort you but you quit going to the club. When I got this invitation and saw where it was I just knew I had to come. I used the name of my friend’s mother so you would not know. I want to fuck you, dad! Tonight is the night!”

“But honey. This is not right! We are father and daughter!”

“Dad, did you think it was wrong when I sucked your cock and you came in my mouth?”

“No, honey,” I replied, “you did a good job and the orgasm was great!”

So, we moved together and we kissed, open mouth, for the first time! I pulled her close, mashing her magnificent breasts into my chest. Our hands rushed over our bodies, I touched places on my daughter I had not seen in years. My cock was so hard; harder then I could remember. As I put my finger in Jill’s pussy she moaned and drew my hand closer. Together we fell on the bed where I immediately went to work with my mouth.

I tongued her wet slit and slurped up the many juices that were flowing from her being. She tightened her pussy muscles on my tongue; so tight I thought she would squeeze my tongue off. I slyly tapped her clit with my finger and she screamed in ecstasy. With my other hand I moved a finger and began to tease her rosebud. I got encouragement from her so I moved my finger from her pussy and shoved in her star opening. It did not take long for her orgasm to hit; she bucked, and moaned, and screamed, and generally went wild. As she came down from her sexual high I looked up at her, licking my lips.

She said, “Dad, I want you in my pussy! I want you to fuck me hard, to ram that cock of yours so far in me it comes out of my mouth!”

I wish I could brag and say that we fucked like rabbits and that I remained hard for hours. Not so. With all the play during our games, and heat of our mutual oral sex, I only lasted about 10 minutes before dumping an incestuous load of man honey into her honey pot. As we lay try to catch our breaths Jill turned to me and said, “Happy Halloween! Trick, or treat!”

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Hello all this is my Halloween story. I am 23 years old and I love my mom. She is a real babe at just 40 she has shoulder length blonde hair, brown eyes, beautiful 36C breasts, shaved pussy, and a great ass. My story all started when my mom was getting ready to go to a costume party at a friend’s house. She decided to go as a clown and was upstairs putting on her makeup and getting her little clown outfit all ready. I was downstairs watching TV since I had nothing else to do. Mom came downstairs all dressed up and came into the living room. She asked me how she looked? I told her she looked great and that she was the best looking clown I had ever seen. Now one of my biggest turn ons is clowns. I don’t know why but whenever I see one I become aroused and I had just grew a massive stiffy looking at her. She told me where the party was going to be and asked me if I wanted to come along. I made up some excuse about not having a costume. She was like ok but your going to miss a lot of fun and who knows maybe you will hook up with someone. I thanked her for the invite but still turned down the offer. Mom said ok well I am going to take off to the party now don’t wait up for me I might not be coming home.

As soon as mom left I started to think about the possibility of getting hooked up with some girl for some action tonight. I soon decided to go find me a costume and go to the party after all. I drove to a local costume shop and found a full facemask Frankenstein mask and black outfit. I went home and put on the black outfit and got in my car and headed to the party. I got close to the party and decided I was going to surprise my mom and not let her know I was there so I put the mask on before I pulled into the driveway. I went to the door and knocked and was let into the house by a sexy vampire.

After wandering around in the house for a while I finally found my mom talking to one of her girlfriends from work. I walked up and started talking to them the mask muffling my voice so it wouldn’t be recognized. I asked them if I could get them anything to drink then went and got what they asked for. I spent most of the night talking to them hoping to hook up with mom’s friend. She unfortunately had to work the next day so she left early. I was getting ready to Ümraniye Escort leave when my mom asked me if I could take her home she wasn’t drunk but didn’t want to drive home. I agreed to take her home not knowing that my mom was putting the ball in motion for one interesting night.

She wanted to take her car home which was fine with me I didn’t want her to recognize mine. She gave me directions on how to get to her/our house and we took off. We were no more out of the driveway when she started talking about her love life and how she hadn’t had a steady relationship since my father had dumped her when he found out she was pregnant with me. She then leaned over and kissed me on the cheek and let her hand drop to my balls and groped me a little bit. She said oh somebody is a little excited. I explained to her the whole deal about the clowns and she was like ok. She then asked me have you ever had sex with a clown? To which I replied no. She then said would you like to by this time I new I should have told her who I was but I was so aroused so I said yes I would like to. She then reached down and pulled her top up and flashed me her beautiful breasts I reached over and caressed one of them in my hand. After awhile she leaned down in the seat and undid my pants and released my 7 1/2in cock. She took my cock in her hand and started stroking it with her hand up and down giving me a great hand job. She looked at me then and said are you sure you can find my house? I said sure. She said good and then put the head of my dick between her beautiful lips and started to suck me into her mouth. Deepthroating me down to my balls. Then slowly pulling me out of her mouth and doing it again. While she was doing that her tongue was like a snake licking all over my cock after about 15 minutes I pulled into the driveway. She tucked my cock back into my pants and asked me to come inside to have some more fun.

She unlocked the door and called to me. When I didn’t answer she assumed I wasn’t home and grabbed my hand and lead me to her room. Once there she had me sit on the bed and she performed a little strip tease for me. She then said she was going to take her makeup off but I told her no leave it on. So instead of going to the bathroom to wash her face Anadolu Yakası Escort she came over to the bed and sat next to me and asked me to take the mask off? I told her I would rather not do that. She questioned why not? At this point it doesn’t really matter what you look like I’m going to sleep with you no matter what. She then grabbed the edge of the mask and slowly pulled it away from my face. Once the mask was off and she could see my face she turned white and screamed. Not knowing what to do I just sat there. She started yelling at me with things like how could you trick me like that? Why didn’t you stop me when we were in the car? To which I replied because you were enjoying yourself and so was I so I saw no reason to. She said but I’m your mother. I said yeah so what were both consenting adults. She said mothers aren’t supposed to do that kind of thing with their child. Why not I replied just because some law says not to? We break other laws all the time without meaning to so what’s the difference I love you and you love me. Why not make love to the person you love? She stopped and thought about it and agreed that I was right.

I leaned over to kiss her and she did not resist. My hands quickly went to her breasts as she undid my pants. She pushed me away and told me to lie down that she wanted to finish what she had started in the car. She then took my dick into her and swallowed me up hole. She took my cock out of her mouth and started to lick all over it and then she took it back into her mouth sucking on it with a powerful vacuum. I told her I was about to cum. She started sucking harder and faster reaching down and rubbing my balls. I shot off my first spurt of semen into her mouth she continued to suck me until every drop of cum was gone. She then let my cock slide out of her mouth with a loud popping noise.

She lay there beside me and said you were right that was nice. I told her its not over yet you said you were going to fuck me no matter what remember. She said yes I remember but you just came. I said yeah so what and pointed to my dick which was rock hard again. She looked into my eyes and said you do have a thing for clowns don’t you? To which I replied it’s not just because of the clown makeup it’s İstanbul Escort also was because I was with a gorgeous woman. She leaned over and kissed me then straddled me and slowly lowered her pussy until the lips touched the head of my dick and she stopped and said are you sure you want to do this? My reply was a thrust upward into her tight pussy she moaned as she sat down on my dick and bounced up and down riding me like a cowgirl. Sliding my dick out all the way until just the head was in then sliding down again. I looked at her and told her I wanted to do it doggy style she climbed off me and got on all fours.

I climbed up behind her and slowly slid my dick into her. I started thrusting into her as fast as I could she started to moan and she said I’m cumming I just kept thrusting into her and reached around to fondle her tits. I then stuck my finger in my mouth and got it all wet and slowly worked it into her ass and started to finger fuck her ass while fucking her she immediately went into another orgasm she started pushing back as hard as she could trying to help me go faster. I was getting close to cumming again so I asked if I could titty fuck her? She said sure and rolled over unto her back. I straddled her stomach and pushed her tits together and started thrusting into her tits while she leaned her head forward and licked the head of my dick after a couple minutes of this I started to cum and mom opened her mouth to catch it. After I was finished I climbed of her and thanked her for being the greatest lover ever she smiled and said you to lover. We went to sleep that night cuddled in each other’s arms.

The next morning I woke up and mom was gone. I had a morning wood and was about to beat off when mom came into the room. She looked at my dick, smiled, and said god does that thing ever stay down? I looked at her and said no not when you’re around. She smiled and said well I don’t even have any makeup on for you now I told her I don’t care your beautiful without it. She walked over to the bed and said here let me help you with that and wrapped her hand around my dick and started to jerk me off nice and fast. She then took the head of my dick into her mouth and started sucking I came in a matter of seconds. She swallowed every drop and said well I guess I better buy some more makeup so I can be a clown for my baby more often. We both laughed at this. Then went downstairs for breakfast I ate her out while she cooked we spent the rest of the day fucking and sucking except for a quick trip to the costume shop for some more makeup.

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Martin Davies was ready to end his life. It wasn’t so much a decision as it was a conclusion, and unlike many who decided to end their game early, he’d come to it logically and stoically.

At thirty seven, Martin had nothing to look forward to and no family that would mourn his passing. He’d been divorced for over a year and the business that he’d owned and operated for over a decade had gone under suddenly. He’d gone bankrupt almost overnight, and he didn’t even own his own home, which meant that he couldn’t take out a mortgage. He had virtually no assets, and even his car was undrivable. Regardless, it wasn’t about the money, or lack thereof.

It wasn’t a personal image or identity issue, either. Martin was fairly attractive and looked good for his age. He had all of his hair and he was physically capable, and whatever would turn a woman off about him wouldn’t have had anything to do with his looks or his body. Despite that, he had no interest in dating whatsoever, and his sex drive was completely nonexistent.

It was more than anything secular or tangible: Martin himself had been growing more and more disconnected over the course of the last few years, and he was finding it harder and harder to care about anything, especially his mental health. He’d thought about the possibility of it being a chemical imbalance; he’d even thought about going to see a psychologist, but then, he didn’t have health insurance, and even if he did, what would they do but give him some drugs and tell him to that it was all about his perspective and attitude?

As far as Martin saw it, he’d just be shifting from one altered state of consciousness to another, and he didn’t see any point in growing dependant on something that would only cost him money that he didn’t have. That of course, would worsen his financial situation, and he was already on the brink of being homeless.

More than even that, Martin Davies was tired. Just the thought of trying to feel anything was exhausting, and he couldn’t seem to find his own reasons for living. Every time he tried, he came up short, and eventually he ended up producing more reasons for dying than living.

Once he concluded for certain that suicide was the all in all enveloping answer for his (in his mind) perpetual crisis, there was only one thing holding him back.

Martin hated the idea of leaving his body behind.

If nothing else, he was a courteous fellow, and he couldn’t stand the notion of leaving his shell for someone else to deal with. Killing himself was easy; there were a myriad of ways to do it quietly and painlessly. The real challenge was to do the deed in such a way that no one would have to be bothered afterwards, a feat that he quickly realized was easier said than done.

After much consideration, he decided that his only course of action would be to hike deep into the wilderness and throw himself into a ravine. If he went out far enough, the chances of anyone finding his body before nature ran its course would be very slim. He was fine with the idea of just his bones being found, but the process prior to that stage was something he could scarcely stomach the thought of, and he had no intention to thrust his selfish act unfairly into someone else’s hands.

So Martin found himself trekking through the high forest alone. In the early AM hours, it was almost too dark to see, but he wanted to leave extra early to make sure that he wouldn’t run into an overly eager morning hiker or jogger.

It was early fall, and the high mountain near the Oregon coast was somewhat foggy. He moved carefully, taking his time for the first hour and paying as much attention to where his feet were falling as he could. The last thing he wanted was to misstep and fall in a place that would only leave him injured. On top of that, he would most certainly be found before he died, since he was so close to a known trail, and then the never ending stream of questions would come. People would try to help him, and he didn’t want help; he’d made up his mind and he was completely resolved.

So Martin hiked on. He traveled upward and inward, further and further away from civilization and deeper towards what he hoped would be the end of his suffering. Relatively small as it was, the state of Oregon still contained millions of acres of wild forest, and getting impossibly lost in certain areas was still more than feasible, especially for someone who fully intended to.

By noon, Martin had absolutely no idea where he was. He’d cut up from the trail hours before and climbed several steep inclines. The further up he went, the less peaty and more clay like the forest floor became, and soon he found exactly the sort of area he’d been looking for.

He stood atop a shale cliff that overlooked a drop that was several hundred feet below him. The trees were much sparser towards the top of the mountain, and the spot would lend itself to his purposes nicely. There was no chance that he would get snagged on anything on the way down, and he very much doubted that anyone Ümraniye Escort would find his body before it was largely decomposed.

As macabre as all of it seemed, Martin was feeling calm. There was no one around to distract him. No cars or city sounds. No homeless people littering the streets and muttering to themselves crazily. No hipsters listening to alternative music while riding ecologically friendly bicycles made out of recycled materials. There were absolutely no signs of civilization, or so he thought, until he took a deep breath and looked to his left.

There, on an excruciatingly tall pine tree, was a wooden cut out of a classic rubber duck.

He stopped suddenly and stared at it in disbelief, “What the hell?” He whispered under his breath as he cocked his head and took a step towards it.

As he approached, he could see that his eyes weren’t playing tricks on him. The wooden duck was painted a bright, glossy yellow, and it was so pristine that it looked like it had just been put out that morning. He noticed then that there was some writing on the duck, and he took another step forward.

Martin Davies winced at the duck as he stepped right up to it. The duck, which was apparently a sign, was nailed into the tree, and the nail showed no signs of rust. The sign read simply: This way to the Solitary Cafe.

The letters were handwritten and beautifully feminine, and Davies stared at the sign for a long moment.

“Am I crazy?” He asked himself as he reached out to the duck. It stood at about eye level, and when he placed his hands on its smooth surface it felt just as solid and real as it looked. Unable to fight his curiosity, he glanced in the direction the duck’s head was facing and saw another yellow sign in the distance.

At that point, the man was left with a choice. He could ignore the signs completely and carry out his death as planned, or he could investigate. As resolved as he was to end his life, his curiosity was mounting exponentially, and in the end, he was only human. Almost before he even knew that he was moving, he was walking towards the second yellow duck.

He found three signs before he saw the cabin. After the third one, he began to think that someone had left the signs there as a cruel joke, but as he made his way around an unusually thick copse of trees, he saw the building several hundred yards away.

He stared at it unblinkingly for several seconds, scarcely believing what he was seeing. As far as he knew, there were no resorts in the area, and he knew for fact that he was miles away from any well used trail. Unless someone had struck out and attempted to make an armageddon style homestead in the literal middle of nowhere, he couldn’t think of any reason why anyone would build a cabin, let alone a cafe, in the middle of the rural high forest. To further add to his dismay, the cabin looked like it was in perfect condition, and though he was still relatively far away he could see a billboard style sign sitting in front of the cabin that was shaped like a rubber duck.

His curiosity had grown well past the point of interested and into the realm of obsession. He had so many questions, not the least of which involved his own sanity, and since he planned to end his own life, he had very little fear of being shot by a crazy conspiracist seeking isolation.

Once Martin was close enough to read the sign, he stopped again. The sign itself looked just as new as the ones that had led him to that point, and it had the same beautiful writing on it that read: Welcome to the Solitary cafe.

A small gravel path led up to the cabin’s door, and along either side a tasteful assortment of potted zinnias and snapdragons.

Compelled to move forward, Martin made his way up the three steps that led to the door and slowly placed his hand on the handle.

“Hello, welcome to the Solitary cafe!”

Martin forgot almost everything in a single moment. The sights, sounds and smell of the inside of the cabin were unlike anything he was expecting. The inside of the building seemed far larger than the outside, and the warm, sensible decor was both inviting and homely.

Rich, soft jazz could be heard playing from speakers that were out of sight, and there were rubber ducks everywhere. Despite all of it however, the thing that caused him to forget even himself was the woman he saw behind the counter.

“Please, come inside; I’m so glad you could make it!”

He took a single step forward and forgot all of his questions as he tried to remember how to speak. The woman that had greeted him was like no woman he had ever seen. She was very tall and broad, and though she was thickly built she was is no way overweight or masculine. In fact, he’d never seen a woman that looked more feminine, and both her skin and features were positively radiant.

“Come, come, don’t be shy; I’ve got everything ready for the tasting,” The blonde woman beamed, “I could use your help big time.”

Martin found some Anadolu yakası Escort semblance of lucidity and stuttered, “I… I’m sorry, b,but… you must have been expecting someone else.”

The woman cocked her head and gave the man a wry grin. She was wearing a plain white button up blouse and a skirt that sat high on her hips, and though the outfit was plain he couldn’t imagine her being any more beautiful, “You are a coffee roaster, yes?”

His eyes widened and he nodded, “Well, yes, I am. I mean… I was, u,up until recently.”

“Nonsense,” she swished her hand through the air flippantly, “Once a roaster always a roaster. Now, you’ve been doing this for a good long while, right? Roasting coffee I mean.”

“Since I was sixteen with my father… yes,” he couldn’t disagree with her even if he wanted to.

“Good! The thing I like about you is that you do everything old school. I need someone with your talent who’s not into using all these hoity toity computers and jazz to roast their coffee. I am of the firm belief that some things should still be done with instinct and experience, and computers just can’t do that. But enough about that; get over here so we can get started!”

Martin shuffled forward with a somewhat dopey look on his face. He had no idea where he was and he could scarcely remember how he’d arrived there, but between the the music and the friendly faces of the ducks that surrounded him, he wasn’t feeling threatened in any way.

He stepped up to the counter and folded his hands as he mustered the courage to make eye contact with the woman, “Davies is my name… Martin Davies… miss.”

The tall woman laughed brightly, “It’s a pleasure to meet you Martin, truly, but you don’t have to flatter me and call me miss. I assure you that you’re not much older than I am, so please, feel free to relax.” She stuck out her hand, “Megara is my name: owner of the Solitary Cafe and more ducks than you can shake a stick at!”

He shook her hand and his heart almost stopped when he wrapped his fingers around hers. Her skin was soft and delicate, but she was strong, and he shook her hand firmly, “The pleasure is all mine.”

She was about to reply when he looked down at his hand and gasped, “Oh geez, I’m so sorry about that!” He drew his hand back and wiped it on his sleeve. He’d forgotten how filthy his hands were, and he couldn’t believe how careless he’d been.

“Oh, don’t worry about it,” Megara chuckled as she turned toward the sink behind the counter, “Feel free to go wash up while I get things ready. The restroom is straight back.”

The man nodded self consciously and made his way to the back of the building.

There were two restrooms, but neither of them were marked, so Martin just picked one. Once inside, he rushed to the sink and stopped abruptly when he saw the wall.

There was a lustrous, magnificent painting that spanned the entirety of one wall. It depicted a ship rolling across a storming sea, and the sky was full of dark clouds and lightning. On the ship, several men were pointing harpoon guns at a giant yellow rubber duck that was nearly the size of the ship itself, and in the corner beside the sink a sharp signature could be seen next to a caption.

“Moby duck…” Martin chuckled as he looked at the signature, “Carol Ewes.”

The name didn’t ring a bell, but whoever the woman was, she was an extraordinary artist. Martin turned away from the wall and paused when he saw that the soap dispenser was a duck, then he laughed lowly and pumped a bit of soap into his hand.

After washing his hands, Martin looked at his face in the mirror and frowned slightly. Less than an hour before, he’d not only not cared about how he looked, but he hadn’t even considered it remotely. He pumped a little more soap into his hands and went to work washing his face.

An unmistakable smell filled his nostrils as he stepped out: the aroma of freshly ground coffee. It was deep and pungent, and it stirred up so many memories of his childhood that Martin had to stop and enjoy it for just a moment.

As he approached the bar, he saw the mysterious woman working behind the espresso machine. He stared for a moment longer than would have been considered socially acceptable, but if Megara noticed then she didn’t give any indication that she was bothered.

“There’s the third,” the blonde smiled as she set the small glass down on the bar that stood to the side of the register.

Martin stepped up to the bar and sat at a stool that was there. In front of him, there were three shots of espresso lined up beside a glass of tonic water. “Is this… a tasting?” He asked with genuine surprise.

“Indeed it is,” Megara replied with quiet excitement. “Long story short, I’m looking for a new house espresso that will lend itself to a myriad of uses. I’ve managed to narrow it down to these three, but I’m at a total loss as to which would be the best option. I was hoping to get an expert opinion,” she smiled gently, İstanbul Escort “If the expert is willing.”

Martin stared at the three shots distantly, “You want my opinion?”

“Absolutely, yes. None but a classically trained roaster would be able to give me the perspective I’m looking for. We’ll be using the winner for all of our coffee drinks, so I need something that will stand up to sugar and milk.”

Martin nodded and reached for the first glass on the left, “I understand,” he said with a bit of disconnect as he raised the glass to his nose.

He thought that perhaps he was dreaming or hallucinating the entire thing. A cafe being run by a surreally gorgeous woman in the literal middle of nowhere seemed like the manic musings of a disturbed (one might even say suicidal) man, but as soon as the aroma of the espresso filled his nostrils he knew that he what he was experiencing was real.

He sipped the coffee carefully, allowing it to move over every part of his tongue. He held some of it in his mouth for a moment, then swallowed, “This is an excellent medium roast… Sumatran?”

“It is,” she grinned, “You’re good. So, thoughts?”

“As good of an espresso as it is, it would make better drip. It’s the kind of coffee I want to drink with pancakes and sausage, but it’s not going to hold up to being mixed with drinks. Don’t get me wrong, it’s flavorful enough, but the subtler notes are going to get completely lost, and in the end the roast itself is just too light for the application.”

“I was thinking the same thing; that solidifies it. How about the next?”

Martin took a sip of tonic water to cleanse his pallet then tasted the second shot, “Hm…Guatemalan?”

“Yes, but it’s not a single origin. From what I’ve been told, it’s a blend of beans from three different regions.”

The hiker took another sip and nodded, “It’s going to be hard to top this one. It’s chocolatey enough to hold up to just about anything, but I’m worried about the flavor getting lost in too much milk.”

“I hadn’t thought about that; that’s a good point,” Megara licked her lips. “The third one is kind of a shot in the dark, pun intended; I’m not sure if it’s going to work on any level, but I thought it was interesting enough to throw in.”

Martin took yet another sip of the tonic water and went at the third shot with enthusiasm. He wasn’t sure what to expect, but as soon as the flavor and texture hit his tongue, his eyes widened, “This is…what is this?”

Megara smiled softly, “It’s an Italian roast, as far as I can tell. The beans are comprised of about ninety percent arabica, but the remaining ten percent…”

“Robusta…” Martin finished her sentence breathlessly.

“Yes, that’s right… but you would know better than me, wouldn’t you?”

Martin’s hands began to tremble as he set the remainder of the liquid down. Its taste was all too familiar, and it had drowned him in both nostalgia and a bitter remembrance of a time long past, “Where did you get this coffee?”

“I picked it up in a small specialty shop in Salem,” The tall woman answered quietly. “The person working there said that it was the last of its kind.”

Martin swallowed hard and stared at the half full espresso glass, “I… I roasted this coffee, but how…” he looked up at the cafe owner suddenly, “I roasted the last batch months ago; how can it still taste this fresh?”

Megara’s smile was far from innocent, but there was nothing malicious about it as she answered, “That may be my little secret. In any case, I’m intrigued by this roast for several reasons. The fact that you chose to use a percentage of what is generally considered a lower quality bean speaks volumes about your confidence and skill as a roaster. The extra bitterness adds a sort of depth that holds up well to mixed drinks, and you can taste the smokiness through even the thickest wall of cream and sugar. The added caffeine of the robusta gives it the kick that my drinks need, and the almost tannic aftertaste lingers in a pleasant way, almost like a teaser leading up to the next sip.”

“It was my father’s recipe,” the forlorn man continued to stare at the glass. “People accused him of adding the robusta to this blend to bring the cost down, but that’s not why he did it. Papa loved cappuccinos and lattes, but he loved espresso as well…” Martin smiled distantly, “He was hell bent on making a roast that could hold up to milk and sugar without completely masking the taste or body of the espresso. It took him a few tries, but in the end I’d say he succeeded. This blend embodies his entire career,” The man snickered, “A bit too well. He never cared about making a bunch of money: he was in it for the coffee and the work itself. He was somewhat of a perfectionist, which ultimately led to him and my mother splitting up when I was in my early teens, but I kept working with him all throughout my adulthood. Anyway…” Martin sighed as he blinked away the mist that had formed in his eyes, “Sorry about that: you didn’t ask for my life story.”

“No, no, I think it’s wonderful that you can remember your father so fondly, even the bad with the good,” Megara began to clear out the glasses. “After all, we love people for their faults more than we love them for their accomplishments, don’t we?”

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It had been years since Mei last visited San Francisco. She’d spent a majority of her life there, but after college she married and moved to her husband’s home state. Luckily, Mei had always kept in touch with a few old classmates and they were urging her to please make an appearance at an upcoming college reunion. She hadn’t been able to make their first reunion years ago, but this one she made it a point not to miss.

Mei’s flight from Texas was long and the hotel room didn’t look as nice in person as it had online, but that didn’t take away from her excitement. One little black dress with a pair of high heels later and Mei was ready to make her way to a nearby dining hall that was reserved for the reunion. Her husband Mark stood in the cramped bathroom doorway as he watched his wife model her outfit in front of the mirror and play with her new bob-cut hairstyle. It was likely that no one would recognize him at the reunion even though he had been very popular in his college days. Mark’s once tight physique was gone and so were most of his boyish good looks. Nearly everything had changed about him except his controlling attitude.

“Are you really gonna where that tight dress?” Mei’s husband asked sarcastically.

“Sure, why not?”

“How old are you again?”

“I admit that it’s a little form fitting, but definitely age appropriate. And the women at the boutique didn’t see anything wrong with it.”

“Were they your age or younger?”

“Well…”

“Listen. Don’t embarrass yourself. There’s nothing more pathetic than a soccer mom trying to look like a schoolgirl,” the woman’s husband remarked before walking away.

Mei was finding it harder and harder to get a long with Mark. He had never been perfect and she accepted that, but as 40 approached, she began to realize that much of her marriage had been nothing but criticism. She felt alone in their relationship and Mark’s own insecurity was beginning to create her own. Mei took one last look in the mirror wondering if he was right about the dress. All of the mean things he’d said over the years about not loosing all of the baby-weight when their daughter was born or not being a “spring chicken” anymore, made her cheeks flush with embarrassment. She was just about to unzip herself and find something more homely to wear when Mark opened his big mouth again.

“Aren’t you ready yet? I’m hungry and I don’t want to miss a dinner that we’ve already paid for!”

“Okay, okay,” the dark haired woman rushed. Without time to change, she grabbed a black jacket that was hanging near her suitcase; but not the small one that she had first intended to wear. Instead, she accidentally grabbed the blazer that Mark had worn on the plane ride and didn’t notice until they were on the elevator. Any other time she would have been upset with herself for making the mistake, but right now Mei felt so self-conscious that she was more than happy to be swallowed up in its oversized material.

Mei wasn’t at all surprised to hear some familiar 80’s tunes when she walked into the dining hall lobby with her husband. She clutched his hand with excitement and began to smile. “Let’s dance after we check in,” she insisted. Mark just rolled his eyes with a look of irritation. She used to love his eyes, so blue; the color of calm and clarity. Now they just reminded her of how cold and unfeeling he could be, like a block of ice.

“Tickets please,” said a narrow man at the hall’s inside entrance. Mei handed over the two orange sheets of printed stock card. “Name?”

“Mei-Lin and Mark Hafford.”

“Table 36, please sit in the assigned seats,” the ticket taker breathed without enthusiasm. “Next!”

Mark was happy to find that their table was closest to the exit. “They spelled my name wrong,” the man began to complain as he took his seat and held up the name card in front of it. “It says Hanford instead of Hafford. We paid fifty bucks a piece for this dinner, the least they could do is check the spelling.”

Mei could already tell that this was going to be a long night unless she could find something to hold her husband’s interest. “Hey look,” the woman gestured toward the bar. “Someone with an old varsity jacket. Maybe you know him.”

Mark squinted his eyes before a grin slowly spread across his face. “Hey! Hey Bruce!” the man got up from his seat and began walking over to say hello.

Sure, she was alone and probably the only person sitting down, but Mei felt relieved once her husband left the table. It was still nice to watch all of the other couples dance and have a good time, even if she wasn’t included. Plus, she was still anticipating the award ceremony that was scheduled for the end of the night.

Once the current song ended, someone took hold of the microphone and directed everyone to take their seats. The alumni and their dates scattered from the dance floor quickly, knowing that it meant dinner was about to be served.

Mei smiled as her husband returned to their table. From what she could tell, the other couple assigned to sit with them had never shown Ataşehir Escort up. So she and Mark actually had a good shot at having a very private, romantic dinner together. A female server gracefully set their meals on the linen table cloth; chicken for her and steak for him.

“Looks good,” Mark said while inhaling the aroma of his food. It was the first nice thing that he’d said all day and although it wasn’t much, those words made his wife feel happy. Unfortunately, that feeling was short lived. He picked up his plate and moved to a nearby table where some of his old sports buddies were sitting with their wives. Mei hadn’t been invited over and even if she had been, there were no seats left for her to join in. She had been abandoned. Sitting by herself, it didn’t take long to realize that other people were trying to hide that fact that they were staring at her, whispering, joking, pitying…

Embarrassment got the best of her and Mei just wanted to get to the ladies room before she became too upset. She stood up from the table abruptly, accidentally knocking over her glass of water, which caused a domino effect against Mark’s glass, and the candelabra centerpiece that would have sent everything up in flames if not for the tablecloth being soaked. Embarrassment turned to utter humiliation as she heard people begin to laugh and saw that Mark was just looking at her, shaking his head as if he were ashamed. Mei grew more frustrated as she tried to undo her mess, but it was impossible. Once two servers came to her aid, she grabbed her purse and ran out of the dining hall.

Outside on the front curb, Mei waved her arms trying to hail a taxi. Her face began to tighten as the trail of tears dried on her skin from the evening air. It was only then that she realized how much she had been crying.

“Gimme a break!” the dark haired woman stamped her foot. Someone stole the second cab she’d tried to flag down within the last 5 minutes. Just then, a few people from the dining hall began to emerge from inside to have a smoke. Mei turned away, not wanting to be seen, but with no real place to run. From the corner of her eye she saw people seemingly rise up from the pavement and realized that they were climbing the stairs of the subway. Mei rushed down the steps in time to board a two-car train. Not that she was going anyplace in particular; she just needed to get away. Without much of a plan, Mei eventually went to the only place she knew better than she knew herself, Chinatown.

Four dollars later, Mei was in familiar territory. The sight of red lanterns and fresh laundry hanging out on balconies, the smell fried rice, and the chatter of disoriented tourists with bad maps, told her that she was home. The streets were mostly empty now that it was getting late and the popular shops had closed for the night, but it was something that she was grateful for. The midday crowd was irritating as is and she wouldn’t have been able to tolerate them right now without making a scene.

After two blocks, the dark haired woman finally came to her parent’s building and began to climb the stairs. For the last 25 years, they had lived in an upstairs apartment while leasing the shop below to a typical Chinese souvenir business. She knocked on the apartment door, but there was no answer. She knocked again.

“Mama!” she called and tried to peek in the curtained side windows. “Mama, it’s Mei-Lin!” she said loudly, wondering if her parents were already asleep. It wasn’t like her mother and especially not like her father to just leave her out on the porch like that.

“Can I help you?” someone asked from behind.

Mei spun around and saw a young man ascending the staircase with groceries in his arms.

“What? What do you want?” she asked suspiciously, wondering why a stranger was walking his way up to her parent’s home in the middle of the night. He was tall and the black knit hat on his head made him look like the thugs that usually hang out in the back alleys.

“Uh, well I live here.”

“No you don’t. My mom and dad live here. A lot of these old buildings look the same. You’re just turned around is all. So—,”

“No,” the young man interrupted with just a hint of amusement in his voice and the beginning of a grin. “I’m renting this apartment from an older couple, while they’re away.”

Suddenly, Mei was struck by the fact that he was indeed telling the truth. She’d totally forgotten that her parents would be visiting relatives in China until the Fall. She slapped a hand to her forehead and began to laugh. It was a bubbly, ridiculous sort of laugh at her own expense.

“Can, haha…can this night really get any worse?!” she kept giggling and just couldn’t stop. “This has probably been one of the worst nights of my life! Hahaha…!” she continued before taking a deep breath and ending it with a depressed sigh. “I’m so sorry to bother you,” she shook her head in defeat and began to descend the staircase.

“Well, wait. You look like you need a rest. Maybe just come in and sit for awhile.”

“Could I? I Bostancı Escort mean if it isn’t too much trouble. I don’t usually ask this sort of thing but—,”

“Hey, I’m the one that offered in the first place, aren’t I?” the man interrupted her again. “C’mon up.”

The apartment was just as Mei remembered it, aside from a few additions. She began to wonder what her parents were actually charging for the furnished apartment, knowing that they really took pride in their belongings. Chinatown wasn’t exactly an ideal place to live with so much daily congestion and all, so the furniture probably made good justification for higher rent.

“You got a name?” the dark haired woman asked, trying to sound cool. She didn’t usually talk like that, but this guy seemed pretty young and she didn’t want to feel like an old lady around him.

“Jonathon. I’m guessing that you’re Mei-Lin?”

She nodded to the question. “That’s me. But just Mei is fine.”

“So, Mei, you want a beer or something?”

“Please,” the older woman smiled after taking her shoes off at the door and sliding them next to Jonathon’s. She was surprised to see that an Asian male from his generation still honored that tradition. Maybe manners hadn’t yet been lost on all people his age.

The house was still momentarily dark, but as her host began to turn on more lights, she was able get a better look at him. He had a pleasant face, beautiful even. After a quick trip to the kitchen to put his groceries away, Jonathon came back out with two long necks of popular Chinese beer. Mei took a sip as she eased herself onto the couch and closed her eyes, savoring the flavor. She wasn’t much of a drinker, but if now wasn’t the appropriate time for a beer, then there never would be one. She watched as the younger man removed his hat, revealing a long braid that swung down from underneath. He undid the braid and gently massaged his scalp before bringing the long, wild locks over his shoulder. He had a seat in the adjacent arm chair, sinking into its comfort much the way his houseguest had done. Mei blushed, she’d always found long hair attractive on a man.

“So what’s with the big jacket?” Jonathon began. “Aren’t you hot in here with that thing on?”

“No,” the dark haired woman shook her head. It was a lie, especially after all of the walking she’d just done. But she just didn’t have the confidence to take it off.

“Another beer?” the young man asked, noticing that Mei had already drunk her first one rather quickly.

“Yes, please.” Jonathon returned with two more long necks from the fridge. “Thank you. I really do appreciate your hospitality and…” suddenly Mei paused before changing her words to something less formal again. “I mean, thanks man. This, this is so awesome of you. Totally,” she shrugged while trying to remember some trendy phrases from her youth.

“You okay?” Jonathon asked while tilting his head to one side. “Well, you look like you came from someplace special. I’m guessing you already had a drink or two, right?” the boy smiled.

“Uh…yeah,” the woman agreed, realizing now that her attempts to sound younger were only making her seem like a fool and being that she already felt like one, it was time to just drop the charade. She was ready for this night to be over, ready to board the plane back to Texas, and just forget that this trip had ever even occurred. “I have to make a phone call, is it okay if I go into another room for some privacy?”

“No problem,” the long haired man insisted.

Mei went to her old bedroom, which was now being used by Jonathon and sat on the bed while making a phone call to her husband. The voicemail picked up so she left a message:

Mark, it’s me. I’m at my parent’s house. Long story short, I need a ride back. Talk to you later.

It was still partially light outside when Mei had made her journey to Chinatown, but now it was dark and probably not safe to venture back to the hotel in a cocktail dress and spike heels by herself. Either someone would try to take advantage of her or the police might mistake her for a streetwalker.

Back in the living room, Jonathon eyed some of the old family photos that were still hanging on the wall with Mei-Lin in them. She was an only child, so most of the pictures were of her. She looked so happy, so satisfied with life in all of those pictures. But that must have been such a long time ago, because today all he saw was sorrow on her otherwise pretty face; fair with naturally rosy lips.

“I’m back,” the woman said upon reentering the room. “I kinda walked here, so I’m waiting on a ride,” she said after plopping back down onto the sofa and beginning to fan herself with one hand.

“Let me guess, you’re naked under there.”

“What?!” Mei’s eyes shot open and her hair bounced as she sat up at full attention. “What would make you say such a thing?!” she exclaimed in a tone that eerily reminded her of her mother.

“Well, for one you really took to that beer I gave you and now you’re fanning yourself, but you won’t take off Kadıköy Escort that jacket. Must be naked,” the boy shrugged.

“I’m not naked!” the woman said, suddenly standing up and removing the large jacket. For a moment the beer had actually made her feel relaxed enough to do so, but the sensation of cool air on her skin brought her back to the matter at hand and she began to feel shameful again, ready to cover herself back up until—

“Wow…” Jonathon said with his jaw still hanging open as he sized up every inch of her body; the swell of her bosom, the curve of her hips. She wasn’t very thin, but still delicate looking. To him, it looked as if the dress she was hiding had been specially made for her body.

Mei paused for a moment, trying to interpret his reaction. “Wow, as in ‘that dress looks good on you’ or Wow, ‘I can’t believe you were dumb enough to wear that’?” she asked.

“Wow, as in you look sexy.” Jonathon smiled at her in a way that he hadn’t before then. “Oh…sorry,” he suddenly apologized while shaking his head. “I’m assuming you kept the jacket on to stop guys from leering at you and here I am doing just that. I hope I haven’t offended you.”

“No, you haven’t. Actually, I kept the jacket because I wasn’t feeling very confident before now.”

“Why not?”

“Someone said something to me earlier…made me a little upset. But anyway,” Mei changed the subject. “I’m flattered, thank you, and definitely not offended. I really needed a compliment tonight,” the woman smiled. Suddenly feeling so vindicated for her fashion choice.

“Well, you smell nice too.”

“Thank you again,” Mei nodded with a genuine smile.

“And those heels looked pretty good on you when we first met. Gotta love a woman in high heels.”

“Uh…” Mei’s eyes widened once she realized the direction that this conversation was taking. “Don’t you think I’m a little old…” she gulped. “…for you to be hitting on me?” Mei was especially surprised because in their culture, it was still very taboo for a younger male and older female to even flirt with the idea of attraction, let alone actually flirt with each other. She still remembered the way her aunties used to gossip years ago about Thora Yang, the piano teacher who was 41 when everyone discovered that she was having an affair with Po, a 29 year old former student. “Slut,” was the nicest thing they had to say about her.

“You look young enough to me,” Jonathon shrugged, smiling and obviously very interested in his houseguest. I’m 26 and you don’t look that much older than I am.”

Mei blushed, not really knowing what more to say. She really hadn’t expected to get this much attention tonight. It almost made up for the fiasco of a dinner she’d attended earlier. Anxiously, she began looking at her watch and fiddling with it, thinking of something to say that might take her mind away from how much she was really enjoying Jonathon’s company.

“I’m married,” the woman said abruptly. She had to say it. It was the only way to keep herself focused on the fact that, no, nothing could ever happen between her and another man. And, no, she shouldn’t be enjoying herself right now. “My husband should be picking me up soon. Any minute now,” Mei smiled nervously. “Any minute…”

It was around 10:30 and Mark was still at the dinning hall, finishing his second serving of cake while he and Bruce Mackey discussed some of the changes that had occurred on campus since their graduation.

“So hey,” Bruce started. “You still married? Didn’t you bring your wife to this thing?”

“Oh yeah, she’s hangin’ around here somewhere.”

“Really? I haven’t seen her all night.”

“Well she was the one who left earlier,” Bruce’s wife chimed in. “Remember when she knocked all that stuff over? She left the dining hall and then I never saw her come back in again. I even went to look for her, to see if she was okay. But she was gone.”

“She probably just went back to the hotel,” Mark reasoned.

“Maybe you should give her a call. Just to see if she’s okay,” Bruce insisted.

“Yeah, maybe so,” Mark agreed. Taking out his cell phone, he noticed to that there was a voicemail waiting for him. He had a quick listen before putting the phone back in his pocket. “She left a voicemail. Something about being at her parent’s house.”

“Good. I’m glad she’s safe,” Bruce’s wife smiled.

The dessert tray circled back around and everyone went back to their prior conversation while Mei waited patiently in her parent’s apartment. She felt nervous to be alone with Jonathon but overall glad that her husband had not shown up yet.

“So you’re a bartender, huh?” the dark haired woman asked, trying not to monopolize the conversation. She’d already done so much talking about herself, but only because Jonathon had asked so many questions, as if he actually cared about the answers. And even if he didn’t, she was glad that he at least cared enough to pretend. Although their conversation had been casual, his eyes said other things; such soft brown eyes. She loved the way he looked at her, the way he smiled at the sound of her voice. But it was time to make him do the talking. Besides, listening to whatever he had to say might finally take her mind off that damn reunion party. No matter how hard she tried not to talk about it, it just kept coming up.

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The following story is true and continues the story of Chloe’s First Taste and Chloe’s Second Taste.

Since Laura’s birthday party, months have passed, and she had now married her boyfriend Shawn. While we were all good friends, it was obvious even before the marriage that it wasn’t working out. A few of us really tried to get them to call it off, but it was already in motion and I think they both felt that being married might fix some of the problems. The other factor was that since they were both military, they couldn’t get orders to the same place unless they were married.

Shawn was able to get orders to California, where they both wanted to live. The problem was that he had to leave months before Laura was set to get her orders. As rent was so expensive in California, they could only afford to have a place in Cali or in England where we were currently stationed. Of course, we offered to let Laura stay with us rent free after Shawn left for California. She happily agreed.

Given that Chloe, Laura and I had enjoyed some incredible sex together since we have known each other, the thought of her living here had my mind racing. Virtually limitless opportunities to explore every fantasy that I had come up with since the first time Chloe and Laura had kissed. Unfortunately, the fantasy of having to gorgeous women walking around in their underwear all day having limitless sex turned out to be just a fantasy. The first day I came home to find Laura in sweats sleeping on the couch and Chloe angrily cleaning the bathroom. I decided I needed to temper my fantasies a little.

Over the next few weeks, it was almost like the crazy nights of sex we had previously had never happened. There was no kissing, nothing. Just a married couple and their roommate. Obviously, this was not what I had been looking forward to, but having a pair of beautiful women living with you is still nothing to complain about.

About a month in, we were all sitting in our sunroom drinking some wine and Laura started talking about how sexually frustrated she was. She was used to having sex nearly every day and this was the longest she had gone without it in years. She was basically begging for one of us to make a move. I looked over to Chloe who was clearly not in the mood and she quickly changed the subject. I felt like I was getting closer to my fantasies, but not quite there yet.

The next morning Laura was getting ready for work and the only shower upstairs was in Chloe and my bedroom. Normally Laura waited until we were out of the room to shower, but as this was a Saturday, we were both still in bed. She walked in wearing only a towel that was struggling to compete with her double D breasts. The towel was sitting so high that it barely covered her stunning round ass, just seeing her walk in like that made me instantly hard. Chloe was still asleep right next to me when Laura looked over to me and innocently said “Good morning!”

I don’t know what came over me, but I relied “What are you doing in here with a towel on? There are no towels allowed in my room.” I took my shot and Laura’s eyes widened. Initial shock turned into a surge of sexual energy.

“Should I take it off?”

“Yes. I must not have told you the rules. If you are going to shower in here, you aren’t wearing a towel.” We locked eyes as she slowly unwrapped the towel and let it drop to the floor. I had seen every inch of her toned body, the way her blonde hair cascaded down her breasts, her shaved pussy, her muscular legs, flat stomach, all of it, but it still took my breath away.

“Are there any other rules you forgot to tell me?” She asked.

“There are. But first, don’t you think its rude to not offer Chloe a good morning kiss?”

“That was very rude of me. I’m sorry.” She said as she started strutting over to us like she was on a catwalk. Chloe was dead asleep next to me, wearing some panties and a loose-fitting tank top. Laura got on the bed and crawled her way up on top of Chloe who began to stir just a bit. Laura’s blonde hair mixed with Chloe’s light brown curls as she descended in for a kiss. She was slow and tender, little more than pecks. Chloe responded slightly but was still committed to sleeping.

“Should I give her another kiss?” Laura asked,

“I think you should, yes.” I responded enjoying the show. Laura moved down in between Chloe’s legs and gently spread them to give her access. She started kissing and licking Chloe’s thighs, gently probing her pussy with her fingers. Chloe let out a gentle moan but still appeared to be asleep. I thought she may be pretending, but at this point I didn’t care. I reached out and started to massage her prefect tits while I stroked my cock. Laura moved Chloe’s panties to the side and started licking her clit with slow, purposeful motions, knowing exactly what she liked. She was building Chloe’s excitement up so there was no way this was going to stop early.

Chloe’s hips started to respond, moving them slowly to match Laura’s Ataşehir Escort passionate licking. I slid my hand under her top, enjoying her silky-smooth skin and found her nipple. I teased it while still stroking my aching cock, enjoying the sight of Laura’s devious eyes right above my wife’s beautiful pussy. Chloe’s hand reached down and ran her fingers through Laura’s hair, which was her cue to step it up a little. She re-positioned and entered Chloe with two fingers and began working her over with expert care. Chloe was moaning hard and I began massaging her tits with more force while kissing her neck.

Her passion was building and now her eyes were open looking right into mine. Her mouth was open, moaning loudly with Laura’s attempts to bring her to orgasm. I could tell she was getting close; Laura could tell too. Laura’s intensity increased and I was getting close just watching the two of them. Chloe’s back arched violently followed by a full body shudder and a giggle. Laura backed off and let Chloe come down for her orgasm.

“Are you close?” Laura asked me.

“Yes, pretty close.” I responded. She crawled over to me until her tits were wrapped around my swollen cock. They were so big they engulfed my entire cock. She leaned down until the pressure made her breasts grab ahold of me. I held on to the sides of her breasts and started to thrust into them. I was watching the head of my cock move in and out of her ample cleavage.

“Do you like fucking my tits?” She asked, never taking her eyes off mine.

“Yes” I muttered, completely overtaken by her dirty talk. She was normally the sweet-sounding girl next door and she had transformed into a sexual goddess and knew it.

“Do you want to fill my throat with you cum? Would you like that?”

“Yes” I responded, and she moved down lower and took my cock in her mouth. There was nothing slow and gentle like she was with Chloe, she buried her head on me and deep throated me aggressively. Alternating taking my cock all the way down and twisting her hand around the shaft, virtually willing my cum out. Chloe regained life and started kissing my chest and that was enough for me to explode in Laura’s mouth. She swallowed every drop and licked her lips. She moved over to Chloe and deeply kissed her, sharing my cum with my wife. Then she got up without a word and jumped in the shower.

I looked at Chloe, trying to regain some composure. “That was an interesting way to wake up.” She said, then rolled over to go back to sleep.

We slept in for awhile as Laura worked a rare Saturday. When I finally started moving, still feeling the effects of Laura draining me, I checked my phone for any messages I missed. There was one from Laura to both me and Chloe. It said, “Don’t forget that I’m the only one that hasn’t gotten off today! Please help!!” I replied with a smiley face and wondered what Chloe was going to say.

Chloe got up a while later and seemed to be in a great mood. Apparently being woken up with Laura’s face in between her legs put her in a good mood. I asked her if she had seen Laura’s text. She said she did and that we should do something special for her.

“It’s a shame that she took care of us and is still frustrated. I have an idea for a nice surprise.”

“I like the sound of that, what did you have in mind?”

“That’s a surprise. You will like it though.” She replied and left it at that.

When Laura came home later that night it seemed like truly little was happening apart from Chloe’s devious smile that would show up from time to time. She had made a nice dinner and we all sat at the table not talking about the fact that only a few hours earlier Laura had made us both cum. We were making normal small talk when Chloe took over.

“So, Laura, have you gotten off yet today?” Chloe asked matter of factly causing Laura to nearly spit her wine back into her glass. This was the second time today I saw her expression make that change from surprise to raw sexual energy.

“No unfortunately. I was hoping for a few slow minutes at work so I could sneak off and get off but there was no time.”

“Good. I have a surprise for you when you are done eating.” Chloe said. I looked at her to find some sort of clue as to what was coming. I still had no clue,

“Well, in that case I think I’m done now.” She said laughing. We all laughed, and Chloe told her to finish her dinner as it will still be a little while for the surprise. Once we were all finished, Laura was clearly impatient, and Chloe was checking her watch for the time.

“Its just about time. We should get dressed. Come upstairs, I have a gift for you.” Chloe said. They both went upstairs and just like our first time together; this was taking an eternity. What seemed like hours later, they came back down both dressed in schoolgirl outfits. My jaw hit the floor. Both of their white button-down shirts fought to hold back their heaving breasts, their skirts far too small, Bostancı Escort letting the crest of their ass cheeks show. I started to get up and move to them.

“Sit down. You will have some fun, but tonight is about Laura. We need to be a good host.” Chloe said. This wasn’t my wife; this was some sort of devious porn star in my wife’s body. I was completely comfortable with it. The two of them sat on the couch and started kissing casually, Chloe controlling the fever that normally took over her. I sat across from them on the other couch and watched the show as my cock struggled being restrained by my jeans. Chloe knew that I loved schoolgirl outfits but had never worn one for me. Now she had bought two of them. She said tonight was about Laura, but if felt like I was going to enjoy it too.

After just a few minutes of kissing, the doorbell rang. Chloe stood up and said she would get it. I was snapped out of fantasyland to realize that my wife was about to answer the door in a sex costume. I wasn’t sure how the conservative English neighbors would feel about that.

“Come on in!” I heard Chloe say. Laura and I exchanged confused glances. Laura clearly had a moment of panic where she wasn’t sure if she should leave as she was embarrassed to be seen in the outfit. Chloe walked in leading another girl by the hand along with some exceptionally large man. Neither I had seen before. Both Laura and I were incredibly confused by what was going on and just a bit uncomfortable with these strangers in the house.

“I hope you don’t mind, but I hired a little entertainment for the evening.” Chloe said. “This is Penny, she’s a dancer I hired for the next few hours.” Penny waived. She was a stark contrast to the other two girls in every way except outfit. She matched them with the same schoolgirl outfit. Unlike Chloe and Laura who were curvy, Penny was small and athletic, where Chloe and Laura had dueling double D chests, Penny was a B at best. She was very pretty and had long red curls and a nice ass. She walked in and smiled at everyone.

“I hope you don’t mind, when there is a group, I always bring security just in case. You never can never be too safe.” Penny said. I welcomed in the large man and thought that whatever Chloe had planned, he had not been part of it.

“Do you mind if I dim the lights a little?” Penny asked. I went over and did it for her. “Now, Chloe has already taken care of payment so we can skip that part. She has paid for the full package, so you all are free to touch as much as you like.” I instantly wondered where the line on touching was because you can consider quite a lot to be “touching.”

“You must be Laura. I’ve heard you have been a little frustrated lately.” Penny said.

“Yes, I have. My husband is back in the states.” Laura replied.

“Have these two not been taking care of you? That’s a shame, they seem up for it. Well, let me see what I can do. Lean back.” Penny instructed. Laura leaned back on the couch as Penny slid Laura’s skirt up to her hips and started giving her a lap dance. Laura kept looking at the large security guard sitting in the corner who still hasn’t said a word since he got here. I could tell when Laura was warming up and she clearly wasn’t there. The addition of this strange guy had killed the mood.

Chloe however didn’t seem to care at all as she curled up next to me with her head in my lap watching Penny dance on Laura. She was rubbing my cock through my jeans and I wasn’t entirely sure how this was going to turn out. Penny was a phenomenal dancer and could tell that she wasn’t having an effect on Laura.

“Are you worried about Steve? Trust me honey, he has seen everything before. I don’t think there is anything we can do that will even get his dick to move.” It was almost like a challenge for Laura. As soon as Penny said that, the security guard Steve wasn’t a stranger in the house, he was a challenge for Laura to get turned on. Laura started moving her hands over Penny’s body as she danced. Chloe unzipped my pants and pulled my cock out and hungrily took it in her mouth, never taking her eyes off Laura getting her lap dance.

Penny had moved down and started teasing Laura with her hair gently draping over her bare legs, just a few inches away from having her head in between Laura’s legs. Laura unbuttoned her shirt to reveal that she had no bra on. She started teasing her own nipples while looking right at Steve. Penny saw this and lowered herself to start teasing Laura by licking her thighs. Laura was suddenly not in the mood to be teased and grabbed the back of Penny’s head and guided her right to her waiting pussy. Penny didn’t hesitate and started to eat her through her little white panties.

While Penny was going down on her, Laura locked eyes with Steve and continued to hold Penny’s head in place with one hand and rub her tits with the other. She was putting on a show and enjoyed every minute of it. Chloe was still sucking my cock and I lifted Kadıköy Escort her skirt up and started rubbing her ass, moving my way down to her drenched pussy. I whispered, “Go help Laura.”

Chloe went over to her, sat next to her and started to kiss her nipples. I watched as my wife had her lips locked on my friend’s perfect tits and another woman had her head buried in her pussy. It was shaping up to be a good Saturday night.

Laura reached over and unbuttoned Chloe’s top and told Penny to take hers off. As Penny was seductively unbuttoning her top as instructed, Chloe took the opportunity to return the favor from that morning. She switched positions with Penny and took Laura’s panties completely off. She went right to work sliding fingers inside and licking her pussy exactly the way she knew Laura liked it. All three ladies were topless now and Penny moved behind Chloe and slid her panties off. She positioned herself behind her doggy style and started to finger my wife while she ate Laura. Penny started to use enough force to rock Chloe back and forth, using her other hand to push her head further into Laura’s pussy.

I stood and took my clothes off and walked over to the trio of ladies working themselves up into ecstasy. I ran my hands over Penny, squeezing her ass and feeling her pert tits, but only for a moment as I was more interested in the ladies I lived with every day. I sat next to Laura and began kissing her and massaging her tits. Chloe left Laura’s pussy and moved over to suck my cock again. Laura placed her hand on top of Chloe’s head to guide her effort. Penny moved back in between Laura’s legs and picked up where Chloe had left off.

“Come here.” Laura said. And I looked up to see who she was talking to. It was Steve. This was unexpected but Steve eagerly agreed and walked over to Laura. She grabbed him by the belt and drew him closer. She unzipped his pants and eagerly took his cock into her mouth. Chloe looked up and was amazed to see her friend sucking this stranger’s cock. She sat there on her knees watching Laura bob up and down expertly on his cock and her fingers found her own pussy and started to pleasure herself while watching the show.

Penny moved over to me and started dancing on me, trying to avoid contact with my rock-hard cock, which was proving difficult for a lap dance. “You can touch him” Chloe said, as she glanced over to me. Penny smiled in relief, getting permission from my wife to not have any restrictions on what she was doing. She put her small hand on my cock and started giving me a hand job. Chloe and I both watched as Laura continued to work on Steve’s dick. Chloe looked at me and said “She still needs to cum.”

I took that as my cue and moved to Laura. I re-positioned her on the couch, so she was on all fours. I grabbed her head by the hair and forced it back on to Steve’s cock. She gave a muffled moan of approval. I positioned myself behind her and found her wet opening. I guided the tip of my cock in and she looked back at me as I entered in her as deep as I could go. Her hand was on Steve’s dick as it was pressed against her cheek and I began to thrust into her.

Chloe moved next to Laura and started to finger her clit as I fucked her. Laura is always so quick to cum and seems to live for multiple orgasms. Her body shuddered under the attention from the three of us. After a few moments Chloe moved again and started running her fingers through Laura’s hair, then moving her to kiss just inches away from Steve’s waiting cock.

Penny was now the only one not involved and took the opportunity to move Chloe closer to Steve and she had my wife straddle her face. I was slowly fucking Laura doggy style, letting her recover from her last orgasm as she still sucked Steve. My wife was inches away from Laura, on her knees with Penny eating her out from below. Unexpectedly my wife leaned in and licked Steve’s cock with Laura. Breathlessly Laura moaned and offered his cock to her. Chloe took him in her mouth, and I was completely speechless. My wife was sucking another mans dick right in front of me. I was surprised to find out that I wasn’t jealous, I like watching her perform.

Maybe it was slight jealousy or just the moment, but I left Laura and moved over to Chloe. My wife was being eaten out by a stripper while sucking a security guards’ cock. I bent her over slightly and put myself inside of her. I could feel Penny’s tongue moving from Chloe’s clit to my cock and back again. While I was enjoying this new sensation, it was nothing compared to the screams of pleasure coming from my wife, only muffled by this strange cock in her mouth.

Laura came over to us and licked her fingers. She slid one finger into Chloe’s tight ass making her release a deep guttural moan. I thrust into her as Penny licked her and Laura fucked her ass with her finger.

“I’m going to cum” were the first words Steve said since he had been there. Laura moved over and took his cock from Chloe. She jerked him off into her tits until he shot his cum all over her milky white breasts. He collapsed into a heap while Laura moved directly in front of Chloe, putting her cum covered tits right in front of her. As I thrust in her she licked Laura’s nipples cleaning off bits of cum each time.

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With full acknowledgements for the inspiration of this story, to Colleen Thomas, and her ‘Irish Eyes’. My apologies if she is offended.

Prologue.

It was just turned three-thirty on a hot August summer afternoon, in 1982, and the very air itself was sleeping, one eye drowsily open. The occasional drawn-out protest from a whirling flock of blackbirds, as they were threatened by an imaginary foe, was the only thing to disturb the dozy quiet of the riverbank.

The river itself was called the ‘Deben’, and it ran along the eastern edge of the little country town of Woodbridge, in County Suffolk, not far from Felixtowe, a sea-side town on the east coast of England. This river was not one of your sparkling waterways, that are sometimes part of various commercials promoting tourism. Nevertheless it was a part of history, and history has a habit of showing it’s age after a while.

Of course, human history depends on how it’s perceived… or even needed, but rivers are a different kind of cat. They have been there since they were formed a millennia ago, and this sometimes rather muddy one, was still grumbling at it’s luck in being tidal. Rather than being fed by fresh mountain streams, like some of it’s distant cousins that the sea had hinted at from time to time, as it surged in slowly.

Right now, the quiet river was the only thing moving, it was hours past that delicious sublime high point that it reached twice a day – changing tides, and eager to join it’s brethren in the nearby sea. The few tourists that were visiting the scenic area, fell easily into the spirit – or lack of it – of things. Sitting and lying in the shade of the trees, they languidly fanned themselves with various brochures that urged them to visit this, and do that.

One of the attractions was located at nearby Sutton Hoo.

It was a graveyard for the bones of a dinosaur, but a dinosaur without legs… this was an ancient wooden ship, and a burial site for an Anglo-Saxon king who had reigned here, fifteen hundred years ago. Somehow, the languid waters still conveyed the memories of when only yesterday, invaders had appeared from nowhere, carried in strange vessels that seemed to fly over the waters.

Then a movement disturbed the tranquil scene, and now another invader, a sleek car… a two-door ‘Jaguar’ saloon, eased its silent way into the parking lot overlooking the quiet river, and stopped. For a while, nothing happened, then the door opened on the driver’s side, and a woman got out and stood looking around.

Then she took off her lightweight cotton windbreaker that she wore over her dress – the ‘Jag.’ was air-conditioned of course – and put it on the seat, picked up her purse and closed the door. She slowly made her way to an empty bench under the trees that overlooked the river, and sat herself down.

Her graceful movements would have spoken volumes to a keen observer, expressing as they did, her presence to the world around her.

She was very beautiful still… she was fifty-two, and time and genes had been very kind to her. She looked no older than in her thirties, and she thanked the fates every morning, when she looked into the mirror.

Her thick and lustrous pale golden hair, which normally hung loosely down to the small of her elegant back, was today pulled back in a lusciously fat pony-tail, bound in a colourful scarf. Several loose strands of hair were casually arranged on each side of her lovely face, framing it artistically.

She was fairly tall, and her short summer dress, though loose, couldn’t hide the very shapely body, her thrusting breasts and her almost sinful bottom. Her legs were a sweet continuation of that sin; her calves and trim ankles were accentuated by the high-heeled wedged sandals, that she wore.

The keen observer might well have concluded, that here was a beautiful woman who knew her place, and how to keep it. In short, a woman who had it all, and sought nothing else out of life. And would have been right… and also wrong in just one respect.

Because Megan.. that was her name.. was on a pilgrimage. A trip to nostalgia, back through time to the golden years of her first lesbian love affair. An affair with her long time girl-friend… they had grown up together, gone to school together, worked together in the same office, then finally become lovers.

Her friend and lover had been named Chelsy, and the last time Megan had seen her was back in 1956, twenty-six years ago….

Chapter 1.

Megan had arrived yesterday in the late afternoon, and checked into the fondly remembered hotel at the main intersection. She had carefully parked the Jag. in the inner courtyard, easing it in between the lesser cars.

She had been pleasantly surprised, although she had mentioned it to her travel agent, when she found that she actually had the same room that she and Chelsy had occupied often, many years ago. She was to be pleasantly surprised even further, when she was Ataşehir Escort taken up to the room, and found that it had been completely renovated.

It had been enlarged, it was now a suite, and a large full bathroom had been installed, all very modern. Everything looked new… except for the queen-sized bed, with it’s old brass bedstead, and Megan had flopped out on it in pleasure. She chuckled to herself… Chelsy would have liked this!

Mind you, the old single room had seemed big enough to them thirty-odd years ago, big enough for their shenanigans…. even with the white porcelain pot under the bed, and the bathroom down the hall.

Then she smiled to herself, realizing that everything here seemed smaller to her assimilated North American standards, that she had lived with over the years. It had been the same in reverse, when she had first gone to Canada long ago.

The main street, now called the ‘Thoroughfare’ , had been changed to one-way traffic only. The sidewalks had been widened, but some quaint little stores still seemed to be tripping over each other. The town had obviously embraced the growing concept of tourism as a means to economic survival, and seemed to be doing a pretty good job of it, she thought.

She chuckled as she thought back to the old days, when traffic was both ways… you took your life in your hands on the narrow sidewalks at night, when cars piloted by inebriated drivers, roared recklessly past.

She had unpacked, hanging up her clothes in the large mirrored closet, and put her other stuff away in the lavender scented drawers. The windows of the second floor suite overlooked the main street, and she pulled up a chair to the window and people-watched for a while.

Finally she had run a bath, and piling her thick hair high on her head, and sticking a few clips in it, luxuriated in the faintly scented bubbles of the supplied sachet. Then she had drained the tub and quickly showered, being careful not to wet her hair. She dressed conservatively, ‘twin-set and pearls’, and went down to the dining room for dinner.

She was pleased to see that the big dark magnificent ‘side-board’ was still there. She ordered the “Lightly fried calves liver in herb sauce, with sautéed onions and tiny button mushrooms,” and was delighted, when it came with a small chafing dish of broiled tender kidneys on the side.

And another small dish of “… gently mashed potatoes, with small baby cauliflower florets, very carefully blended in whole,” and little golden nuggets of frozen butter here and there. She found she was hungry, and wolfed the lot down – to hell with watching the calories, she was on holiday… at least for the moment.

Afterwards, she wandered into the small lounge-bar, and perched on a stool at one end of the curved bar. The bartender was quite fascinated by her beauty, and when he found out from their sporadic conversation, that she was an ‘old-timer’ here, he introduced her to the regulars that gathered around the bar.

One of them, a man about her own age, stood quietly listening to their desultory conversation as the night wore on, and his handsome face triggered something in her memories. But she couldn’t put a finger on it. Megan thought he had shown a sudden interest, when he had heard her tell the bartender her maiden name.

And that she had worked as a civilian secretary-typist, at a nearby one-time R.A.F. base, in the fifties. However he had said nothing, and she had forgotten about it, and she went on to become the hit of the evening, with the local crowd.

She had begged off fairly early, gone to bed, and slept like a log for fourteen hours straight, her ‘jet-lag’ finally catching up with her. She had woken up with a slight hangover, late this morning, and had finally rolled out of bed, and into the bathroom, where she did her thing.

Then she slipped a shower cap over her tousled golden mane, and stepped gratefully under the shower. Later, refreshed, she had called room service, and then relaxed in hedonistic pleasure, as she drank her tea, and ate her toasted buttered crumpets. She had lazed around in her room for a while, people-watching out of the windows again, then she went down for a late lunch.

She found when she got to the dining room, that she wasn’t very hungry after all… must be the crumpets she thought, and chuckled to herself. So she ordered a small fruit salad, and ‘toyed’ with that as she thought out her next move. By now, she was the only customer left in the room, and she looked around her as she ate leisurely.

She looked at the side-board that had to be at least two hundred years old, and at the finely cracked glazing of the dish that held the salad, and she was suddenly caught up in the very ‘Englishness’ of everything.

Suddenly she laughed out aloud, and the waitress had looked at her, startled. Megan had just remembered some lines from Jerome K. Jerome’s novel, ‘Three Men in a Boat’, Kadıköy Escort where the heroes in the book had done exactly the same thing, before a sculling trip on the river Thames, that flowed through London.

Except that they had ‘toyed’ with steak and onions, followed by rhubarb tart. And also that the river Thames was a lot more pristine, at least up-river, than the Deben, she seemed to recall. All of a sudden, she was glad she had come back – no matter how the chips fell, this was nice!

Her mind went back to her earlier schooldays here, and her delight then at all things new. To when she had discovered the magic of books, and voraciously read everything that had been placed before her. She remembered that she had marvelled at the new worlds that were described, and brought to life in her thirsty mind. And the best part of it all, was that it was timeless.

She finished her lunch, and strolled into the lounge-bar for a glass of wine, she was still not sure what next. There were only a few customers left after the lunch hour, most had to go back to work, and she sat at the same stool she had held court in, last night.

Her friendly bartender had been replaced by a young woman, the day shift, Megan idly supposed. Her back was turned to Megan, and she was talking quietly to the man who had shown interest in her last night, and he stopped as he saw Megan come in and sit down. He quietly said something to the young woman, then she turned around, and Megan almost fell off her stool.

As she looked at the lovely young face, she could have sworn that it was Chelsy that stood there, smiling at her. She came over to take her order, and Megan looked helplessly into the young woman’s eyes…. dear God, those eyes! They were river green with gold flecks around the iris, and they seemed to swim into Megan’s own, just as Chelsy’s had so long ago.

Megan had been unable to resist their opiate then… and now here they were back again. As Megan stared in disbelief at the smiling face before her, the man who had been talking to her came over, and asked if he could join her.

She nodded, in complete confusion, quite unable to take her eyes off the young woman. He sat down, then very casually, he asked her if she didn’t remember him… his name was Paul Marais.

Megan reluctantly dragged her eyes away from this new Chelsy, and looked at him in even more confusion. ‘Marais’ had been Chelsy’s married name, so this must be her husband, the one who had owned the pub… whose name had been on the telegram… she gulped.

He didn’t give her time to answer, but with a big smile on his face, said: “Well I remember you! I especially remember that you and Chelsy always had so much fun, at the old ‘Red Lion’, when I was a waiter there!”

Megan felt as if she had been pole-axed. Now she could place him… he had been the waiter in the public bar of the ‘Red Lion’, where the R.A.F. servicemen from ‘The Heath’ congregated at nights.

They usually started off quietly enough, but as the night wore on, they would gather around the battered piano with their beer-mugs, singing away, their faces getting more flushed as the beer took it’s toll.

And being servicemen, it wouldn’t be long before some of the songs got a little bawdy, before Ted the landlord, told them to knock it off… “Please Gentlemen… Ladies present!” Megan even remembered the words of one of the songs, it had been called, of all things, ‘They’re Digging up Father’s Grave’!

She and Chelsy had usually ended up in the adjacent ‘Fireside Lounge’ as the evening wore on and the noise grew. But now Megan could remember seeing Paul doing his thing, through the open door of the bar area that served both rooms. She stared at him as her mind flashed back over the years, then at the young woman, who was smiling broadly at her now … of course, this had to be Kate!

Paul laughed at her, then said: “That’s right, I’m Chelsy’s husband, and this lovely young lady here, is Kate… she is our daughter!”

Now Megan had heard everything… and her brain started to whirl in mad confusion, as Kate smiled at her, and extended her hand. Megan took it, unconsciously marvelling at its soft elegance in her own, as she looked incredulously at the two smiling faces.

Chapter 2.

Flash-back thirty years.

The ‘Red Lion’ had been a well known hostelry, at the bottom of a steep hill on the road from Ipswich to points north-east, and was the local pub for ‘R.A.F. Station, Martlesham Heath, Blind Landing Experimental Unit.’ in 1952.

She and Chelsy had worked at the base as typists, in the administration offices, then she had been promoted, and finally ended up working as the secretary\typist to the Officer in charge of air operations, a rather dashing young Squadron Leader.

She remembered herself and Chelsy coming to the ‘Lion’ from Woodbridge, in the early days, usually on Friday nights. They would get a ride home Bostancı Escort in the R.A.F bus that stopped at the pub, then went on to Woodbridge late at night, to pick up the airmen, after they had spilled out of the various pubs.

She and Chelsy had been popular with the servicemen, going to the camp dances, and the dances here at the hotel, in the adjacent annex. But they had always left together by themselves, never with the horny airmen. The two girls had a secret… they were lovers.

In those days, one kept quiet about one’s little foibles, and they observed the proprieties. People might suspect… but there was no ‘coming out’ and proclaiming it to the world… they didn’t love each other any less, in fact there was a certain piquancy to it. After Megan’s promotion, they had been part of the Officer’s Mess scene, but nothing really changed for them.

Then completely out of the blue, Megan had fallen in love with her young Squadron Leader, and the two women had stopped their lesbian relationship. Chelsy had been happy for Megan, and been bridesmaid at her wedding in 1955. Megan’s husband had completed his R.A.F. career in 1956, deciding not to sign up again, and the couple had gone to Canada, where he flew for the national airline, which ultimately became ‘Air Canada’.

Shortly afterwards, Chelsy herself had got married to someone named Paul, who had a pub in Woodbridge, called the ‘Old Sailor’, or something similar. Megan didn’t remember anyone named Paul, but did remember vividly, having some wild nights there in the quaint old pub with Chelsy.

Nights that usually ended up ‘after hours’ in the back room. This Paul must have bought the pub, after Megan had left England, she thought to herself.

Anyhow the two women had stayed in touch, writing often, telephone calls on their birthdays and at Christmas, that kind of stuff. Chelsy soon had a daughter, who she called Kate, and Megan had two of her own, twins yet!

Megan had sent for her parents, things were rather bleak in England then, and they had quickly settled in to the Canadian lifestyle, much to Megan’s surprise. Her Mother couldn’t get over the modern kitchen appliances, the indoor bathrooms, and the central heating in the houses.

They were a big help in helping Megan raise the twins, who had grown up and were now in their own wedded bliss, in sunny California and Florida respectively.

About ten years ago, she had been surprised and upset, when Chelsy’s letters stopped coming. But she was absolutely devastated when a telegram had arrived, saying that Chelsy had passed away in hospital, after a short illness. Megan hadn’t suspected a thing… Chelsy had never hinted at anything being wrong with her.

Then five years ago, Megan’s husband had been killed… not in one of the airplanes he flew, but in a stupid accident in which he had been a passenger.

And she had pulled down the blinds of her life for a little while, mourning her losses. Finally, she had re-surfaced, and picked up the pieces of her life again with the help of her parents and friends. Her husband’s life insurance had left her ‘comfortable’ as they say, and she had drifted rather aimlessly for a while.

She had never worked while she was married… bringing up two girls was handful enough. Then completely by accident, she had found that she had a talent for the real-estate business, and she had built up a small but very profitable company in Toronto.

Now she was here in England on business, her first meeting slated in London in four days time. Of course she had an ulterior motive when she had agreed to the trip, she could revisit some old stamping grounds of hers and Chelsy’s!

All this had flashed through Megan’s mind, as she looked at the faces of Chelsy’s husband and daughter, both of whom were laughing in obvious pleasure, at her sweet confusion.

It was all too much for Megan, and she burst into tears…

Chapter 3.

Megan sat on the bench by the river, in the sun, thinking over the recent events, Paul and Kate had finally calmed her down, and brought her up to date on the last twenty-six years. Then Paul had left the two women alone, he had his own pub to run. Kate and Megan had instantly clicked… it was as if Chelsy had somehow left her presence on her daughter, and the two chatted it up as if they had known each other all their lives.

Then it had come time for the bar to close for the afternoon.. they did that in England then, re-opening again at five. Kate had hesitated, then asked Megan if she could meet her down by the river, in half an hour… she had something to give her, but it was at home. She could easily walk the short distances involved, she said, and refused Megan’s offer to drive her.

Megan’s thoughts were finally interrupted by Kate, when forty minutes later, she sat down next to her on the bench. She had changed her clothes, and was now wearing a loose t-shirt over a pair of rather tight jeans, and Megan thought she looked awfully cute, as she ran her eyes over her shapely body.

She smiled at Megan, then said seriously: “Mother never forgot you… and she asked me to give you this.” and much to Megan’s surprise, handed her a rumpled and faded envelope.

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The Break-Up Ch. 03 – The Journey

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Thank you for reading. This installment presumes you have read parts 1 and 2, though it can be read on its own. I apologize in advance for three things – 1. For those who think it is unseemly for a professional woman (my main character Abi) to be struggling and making questionable decisions in the midst of her crisis I would say that crisis pushes people to do inappropriate things and if this really bothers you then this story is not for you. 2. There is not a lot of sex in this episode. If that is what you are looking for you will be disappointed. 3. I tried very hard to correct typos and spelling and grammatical errors. But I am sure that there will be a few that may have escaped my notice. I apologize in advance.

There are two musical pieces referenced in the narrative – Bach’s 1st Cello Suite, Prelude performed on Viola and Mozart’s “Incarnatus est” for Solo Soprano, Flute, Oboe and Bassoon with strings from the incomplete Mass in C Minor. I encourage you to find and listen to these works as part of the reading.

Writing this was cathartic for me. I hope you enjoy reading it.

The Journey

Abi sat on the small bed in her little room in the apartment she was now sharing with Emily and her roommate/lover Rachel. The two younger women had welcomed Abi graciously and generously and Abi was very grateful to them. But, at the same time she was conflicted. On the one hand these two young women had opened their home and invited Abi to not only live in their extra little “servant’s” room, but had invited her into their life-style, a life-style that was very open, loving and physical; where affection was shared openly and no one held secrets but shared everything – everything: their activities, the time they spent with others, their fantasies and they even felt no qualms about expressing this intimacy out in the open, including self-intimacy. These young women were about 20 years younger than Abi and she felt self-conscious and guilty around them. She had grown up learning to keep secrets – and sex, and her sexual needs, were all part of the secret. She had had so many sexual adventures over the years so it wasn’t that Abi was a prude. In fact, part of her found their attitude quite liberating, but at the same time something strong inside of her made her want to hide alone in her room.

Ultimately, Abi realized, it was fear that lay at the root of her discontent: Fear of rejection and fear of being considered “dirty” and therefore unworthy! It was fear of being considered less than a “proper professional” woman. After all women are not supposed to be openly sexual. They are not supposed to have sexual needs and fantasies or to be open about what they want. At every turn throughout her life, despite the seeming openness of many around her (including her family) the message was pounded into her: this was not the way “real respectable” women are supposed to behave. The truth was that Abi wanted to open herself; she wanted to join them. She knew they wanted her to as well. But she couldn’t. She was emotionally blocked. She was used to hiding, to keeping secrets, to being alone with her thoughts and her needs.

As she sat there musing she was struck by the absurdity of it all. Professor, Dr. Abigail Saunders who had once allowed herself to be stripped naked while singing at a private party and who had subsequently orally serviced every man and woman at that small gathering; who had appeared naked on stage during a performance of the opera “Rigoletto”; who had participated in sex parties in grad school with her boyfriend and later husband; who had always been exceptionally sexual – this Abi now found that despite her vast experience, years of rejection and shaming had buried this part of her, and that the shell she had constructed around her emotional self had grown hard and impenetrable.

And so, on this Friday evening, Abi sat in her room in the apartment completely alone for the first time since she moved in. Emily and Rachel had gone off for the weekend. And for the first time since she had left her home and her husband, Abi felt deeply and profoundly alone! Her children were gone into their own lives; her husband had rejected and abandoned her for not quite measuring up; her students, she was certain, all hated her, after all she went out of her way to be rigid and demanding. Just a day earlier in fact one male student had gotten so upset with her that he called her a “bitch” to her face in front of a couple other students. Abi had retained her composure until she returned to her office and then fell sobbing into her desk chair. She didn’t even report the incident as something deep inside of her seemed to agree with the student. The exchange had pushed her deeper into her dark place. A place she had been hovering around the edges of ever since she had left her husband. She was truly alone. She had no one! She was nothing!

As she sat Ümraniye Escort feeling empty, a wave of sadness washed over her and she felt tears begin to well up in her eyes. Suddenly, her phone buzzed. A student! She was tired of students. She would respond later. But the phone had startled her out of her reverie and so after shutting off her phone completely, she stood, placed the phone on her dresser and walked into the living space. She wanted to hide tonight and did not need or want her phone distracting her. She picked up a flyer from the local Domino’s pizza that lay on top of a pile of mail, dialed the number and ordered a pizza to be delivered. The girl on the phone told her 35 minutes for delivery so she figured she had just enough time to take a quick shower before the pizza arrived.

She went back to her room and undressed as she was still dressed in her suit from work. She lazily removed her dark blue blazer and matching skirt, panties, bra and stockings, taking time to hang up her suit and discard the dirty clothes in her laundry basket. Then, naked, she walked to the bathroom grabbing a towel from the linen closet as she went past it in the hall. She turned on the shower, got in and simply stood there letting the warm water drench her from head to toe. She washed and rinsed her hair and then picking up her bar of scented soap she proceeded to use it to wash her body. Abi loved to collect different soaps from art fairs with a variety of scents. She had never gotten into the whole liquid body-wash craze. She liked bars of soap! The soap she bought contained little hard pieces that looked like rice. These made the soap a little scratchy. She allowed herself to rub this scratchy soap between legs against her most sensitive parts and it wasn’t long before she felt herself begin to moisten and tingle. She leaned against the shower wall and rubbed herself for what seemed to Abi as a way too brief an amount of time. Finally she forced herself to stop, turned off the water and just as she stepped out of the shower she heard the door buzzer. Quickly pulling on a robe, she grabbed some money and opened the door looking like a drowned rat. She collected her food and gave the boy a nice tip. And after locking the door she sat on the floor in her robe in the middle of the living room to eat the pizza.

As she finished eating she looked up and saw a little container sitting on a shelf. She knew this container. It was Emma and Rachel’s pot. Marijuana was legal now in this state. She had tried it when she was much, much younger – back when it was illegal and she and her family and friends had to enjoy a joint secretly. But it didn’t have to be a secret now. She got up and walked to the container and found a slightly burned joint. Should she? Could she? Would it be wrong? Rachel had invited her to join her and Emily in the past, but she had declined and taken refuge in her room. She was alone now. No one had to know. She picked it up, smelled it and then set it down. She felt nervous, but a little excited about the prospect of experimenting a bit. Perhaps she could include it in her religious ritual. She had gotten so depressed she had not even bothered to perform what before had been a weekly (at least) ritual of singing and dancing in honor of her Pagan Goddess, Hekate. This was for her a personal and private ritual that she had found both comforting and exhilarating. It gave her strength and confidence. But she had been so depressed she had neglected this spiritual dimension of her life completely. She looked at the pot and mulled it over in her head.

In the Ancient world, hallucinogenic drugs were an important part of religious ritual. These drugs would induce trances and would enable the priest or priestess to experience visions, communicate with the gods and learn important things about themselves and their communities that they could then share for the health of the community. In her own Pagan rituals she had never used drugs, except perhaps a little alcohol. She actually never drank, except in the context of her ritual life. But maybe this was something to try. Marijuana was not a strong drug and not really hallucinogenic, or so she thought. But it might be just the thing to relax her and help her experience the presence of the Goddess who she had been neglecting. She needed this. “Well, so be it!” she resolved.

In preparation for her ritual she cleaned up what was left of the pizza and she brought out her statue of the Goddess Hekate and placed it on a small table that she moved to the center of the room. It was a small bronze statue and the Goddess was represented by three connecting figures – one carrying a torch, another a set of key and the last a sword. These represented the various dimensions of the Goddess: Hekate is a Psychopomp – a guide to lead the spirits of the dead to the place of rest. For Abi this also meant that Hekate was there Anadolu yakası Escort in the midst of darkness and of living death experiences; she was present with those who were on the edges of society, those who are abandoned and alone. Consequently Hekate was a Goddess of the night and used her torch to lead, reveal and comfort. At the same time, Hekate held the keys of potential, the keys of locked memory, the keys of freedom, the keys to unlock the possibility of healing and growth. Hekate was Goddess of the crossroads and she held the sword to defend those who were vulnerable, uncertain, aimless and alienated. The torch, the keys and the sword – all symbols of the Goddess!

Next to the statue Abi next placed a variety of candles, her libation bowel, a large chalice and some incense. But she was not content with those simple little sticks of incense. Abi had taken herself one day to a store that provides supplies for Catholic liturgies and there she had bought herself a couple boxes of Frankincense and some easy lighting charcoals. She struck a match and lit the candles and the charcoal placing the latter on a heat-resistant plate. Finally she sprinkled a little of the incense granules on it. The smoke billowed up immediately. A little goes a long way! “Shit, what about the fire alarms?” She looked around. The fire alarm in the living room was disabled. “I should fix that afterwards,” she thought to herself. As the smoke began to fill the room she opened a window just to vent the room with a little fresh air.

Finally, she returned to her little room and brought out her robe and a bottle of mead. She set the mead on the table that was now serving as a makeshift altar. Finally she turned all of the lights off, removed her bathrobe and put on her ritual robe, which she had made and decorated. It was colorful, made from piecing fabric of a variety of colors together. It fit loose on her shoulders and remained open in front. She was thus exposed and vulnerable, which was the point.

She raised her arms, closed her eyes began to hum and then sing an incantation from the Magical Papyri…

“AKROKODÊRE MOUISRÔ CHARCHAR ADÔNAI ZEUS DÊ DAMNAMENEUS KYNOBIOU EZAGRA

IÔ, all-powerful goddess

and IÔ all-guarding one;

IÔ all-sustaining One,

ZÊLACHNA: and SAAD SABIÔTHE NOUMILLION NATHOMEINA”

“Lovely Hekate of the roads and of the crossroads I invoke thee…”

She improvised a tune in a chant-like manner singing words from an adapted translation of the Orphic Hymn to Hekate.

“Beautiful Maiden, I beseech thee to come to this holy rite; ever with joyful heart, ever favoring the suppliant…”

She stepped up to the Altar, lit the Marijuana cigarette inhaling multiple times, like she thought she remembered she had done so many years before in her youth, not realizing that with the legalization of pot its potency had increased somewhat.

She set the pot down next to the incense and then lifted the mead and poured it into the large chalice. Then holding it over the libation bowel she poured out about a quarter of what was contained in the chalice into the bowel as an offering.

“Lovely and beautiful Hekate, to you I offer this libation. With it I offer myself. Come to this holy rite; guide me with your torch; unlock my heart with your keys; defend me with your sword.”

She drank all the remaining mead from the chalice, took a few more drags from the joint and continued her chanting…

“Lovely Hekate…”

She continued to sing and she started to gently dance around the altar.

It was not long though before she felt things started to change. She began to feel sweaty and the room slowly seemed to become unstable as if it were rocking back and forth. It then began to move faster and faster until it started to spin. Abi dropped to her knees and stopped singing as she could no longer continue her chant. She held herself up with her hands and knees, her breasts hanging down and swaying below the open robe which itself hung on her body. A feeling of nausea came over her as she fell to the floor and passed out.

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Abi slowly opened her eyes but could see nothing. She was enveloped in an intense darkness. She lay quietly without moving for a moment, listening to her rapid heart rate and ragged breathing. Where was she? What had she done? Was she dead? She felt a shiver of fear pass through her body when suddenly a torch appeared before her. The torch lit up the darkness, but there was nothing to see except her own naked body as her robe had disappeared. She looked to see the bearer of the torch.

“Who are you?” She whispered.

She could barely make out the features of a face – a woman’s face – a beautiful… stunningly beautiful face… more beautiful than any face she had ever seen before. The face was wrapped in a cloak and if there was a İstanbul Escort body it too was wrapped in a translucent robe. A hand reached out and took Abi by the hand and lifted her up. The hand was gentle but firm and shortly Abi could sense that she was being led forward through what appeared to be a dark tunnel. The torch held by the Guide lighted their way. Abi’s initial fear was now gone, replaced by a feeling of warmth and comfort. She would follow no matter where she was being led, even if she was being led to the underworld.

The Guide suddenly swiped her torch from left to right through the darkness and as she did the darkness literally melted away in front of them and revealed a kitchen in a small apartment which was filled with angry screaming, crying and the sound of breaking glass. Abi took in a sharp breath and cried out softly as she recognized the scene. There in that apartment kitchen stood her young mother and natural father. He was drunk and angry, exactly how Abi remembered him – always in a drunken rage. As Abi watched the scene unfold, she saw that her parents were in the middle of an intense fight. She could hear the yelling and screaming but could not make out any of the words, only the tone of intense anger with her father occasionally pushing and striking her mother and throwing dishes. As Abi watched horrified, her attention was suddenly drawn to a door in the corner of the kitchen. Behind the door there was a small bedroom, and in that bedroom, painted a sickly pink, a little girl, 5 years old, had climbed into the closet, closed the door and curled up into a ball with her arms around her knees. She was hugging her knees tight and crying hard, but softly, as she was terrified.

“That’s… that’s me!” Abi could hardly speak.

She felt the feelings of terror and alienation she had felt living in that apartment so many years before. She wanted to rush over and hug her little self, dry her tears and comfort her. But then she heard a loud crash, her mother screamed and fell to the floor, blood pouring from her mother’s face as she grabbed a kitchen towel and held it against the laceration. Suddenly her father was gone. Abi watched as her mother sat on the floor, crying, rocking herself and holding the towel against her face. After a little while the little girl seemed to notice that the shouting had stopped and so slowly crept out of the closet and carefully looked into the kitchen. He was gone.

“He never came back. I never saw him again.” Abi commented softly.

With a broken voice the little girl, Abigail, spoke, “Mommy?”

The mother’s head snapped towards the voice, and she spoke harshly “What are you sneaking around for? Go back to your room until I tell you to come out!”

Abi wanted to scream at her mother but the image began to melt away.

“She was abused and very damaged. But I have never been able to forgive how she cruel she always was to me.”

As she said this another image began to take shape: Her stepfather with his handsome face and friendly smile spanking her naked mother who was bent over the kitchen table with her hands tied to the table legs,

“This is how you know I love you!”

Abi had been hiding and had watched this and had heard the voice loud and clear. Those words echoed in Abi’s ears and made her shiver. Spanking had always been a part of Abi’s life – she was spanked often and found it became a kind of sexual obsession for her as she grew into adulthood. She could never quite understand why this was.

This image too was shortly gone, melted away like the previous one. She was flying now, holding the hand of her Guide as images from her life flew past her as the torch led Abi forward. Then a new face emerged, it was Gary, her stepbrother smiling at her as he sat on the edge of her bed. The girl in the bed, Abigail, was celebrating her 18th birthday.

“I promised you a special treat on your birthday.”

As he spoke to her, he slipped his hand under the covers and began to caress her thighs underneath her nightgown. Slowly he worked his hand up higher and higher exploring all of her body, her breasts and then down over her tummy and over her pubic mound he played with her hair until he finally slipped his finger between her labia and began rubbing with her clit. Abigail whimpered.

“That’s me too,” Abi whispered.

“So…” Greg spoke, “Do you want your present?”

The girl nodded enthusiastically and slipped out of the bed and bent over the edge of the bed. Gary pulled up her nightgown and bared her ass and then gave her 18 little spanks.

“This is how you know I love you.”

Abi shivered again and shook her head. “That isn’t love,” she whispered.

By the end of the spanking Abigail was very wet and whimpering as she lay back on the bed and Gary dropped his pajama bottoms revealing his hard cock. Abigail sat up and took his cock in her mouth and then he pushed her back and climbed on top of her.

“My first time.”

The scene melted away, and now they were in the woods. Abigail, about to graduate high school, had slipped away from the rest of the senior class with her sometimes boyfriend Phil.

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Mrb sinirsizhikayeler.
com’un sevgili seks okurları.
been 1.
81 boyunda 18 yaşıındayım.
Size hikayemi anlatayım.
Been ve ailem teyzemlere gittiğimizde teyzem sürekli banaa hani bakıyım küçük kuş büyümüş mü ? filan derdi.
Annem de beenii küçük horozum diye severdi beende takmazdım küçükken fakat şimdi büyüdüm ve onlar beenii hala böyle seviyorlar.
Biirgün yine teyzemlere gittik ve beenim teyzeme karşı ilgim iyice artmıştı.
Annem de sürekli beenii öpüp okşuyordu.
Oturup televizyon izliyordum teyzemlerde erotik biir film çıktı ve beenimde sikim biir anda kalktı.
Teyzem ve annem içerde oturuyordu.
Beende kapıya yanaştım ve annem teyzem iyice sex hayatının köyüleştiğini ve eniştemin onu tatmin etmediğinden Ümraniye Escort yakınıyordu.
Beenden konuşmanın hemen ardından hemen odaya girdim ve teyzem banaa duydun mu konuştuklarımızı dedi beende hemen fırsattan istifade edip evet duydum istersen bu konuda sana yardımcı olabilirim dedim hem artıkk büyüdüm hemde küçük kuş artıkk kartal oldu dedim annem ve teyzem iyice şoke olmuşlardı ve teyzeme yaklaştım ve onu sevişmek isteyip istemediğini sordum oda annem den çekindi ve istemedi beende şöyle oturun ve beenii izleyin dedim ve her şeyimi çıkardım sikim 16 cm di ve teyzem ve annem hayretler içiinde bakıyorlardı ve beende teyzeme sikimi yalamasını istedim oda artıkk dayanamayıp azgın biir şekilde yalamaya başladı beenim ilk Anadolu Yakası Escort tecrübemdi ve teyzem çook süperdi( onun göğüslerini ve amını okşamaya başladım ve annemde dayamayıp sikimi ağzına aldı ve grup sex yapmaya başladık.
Dayanayıp annemin ağzına boş aldıım.
Teyzem kuduruyordu amının terlediğini hissetim ve teyzemi kanepeye yatırıp sikimi amına dayadım teyzemde hadi artıkk ne olur sok amıma() diye inliyordu beende sürttürüyordum amına teyzemin annem orgazm olmuştu diğer kanepede beende tezyzemin amına girdim ve amı ateş gibiydi 15 dk girip çıktım amında.
Teyzem süper yeğnim büyümüşte teyzesini sikiyor aslanım dedi annem dayamayıp sus ve yat dedi kanepeye been şoke olup yattım anlaşılan annemde İstanbul Escort azmıştı.
Üzerime çıktı ve sikimin üzerine oturdu oohhhh dedim annem mühteşemdi.
Üzerimde zıplıyor beenii delicesine azdıyordu annemle 1O dk seviştik teyzem durda seni rahatlatıyım dedi sikimi ağzına aldı ve beenii boşaltı.
Teyzemi yere domaltım porno filmlerde nasıl yapıyorlarsa öyle yaptım teyzem hadi yeğnim gir götümü diye inliyordu beende aniden köküne kaddar soktum sikimi götüne ve teyzemi delice domaltıp siktim annem sıra beende dedi ve bacaklarını araladı ve gel yavrum gelde göster nasıl sikirmiş beende hemen bacaklarını omzuma alıp anneme girip çıkmaya başladım ve sonunda annem zevkten dört köşe olmuştu annem boşaldı ve hemen ardından annem banaa 31 çektirdi ve teyzem de hiçbiirini ziyan etmeden döllerimin hepsini yuttu.
Annem ve teyzem çook mutluydular artıkk beenim büyüyüp her şeyi yapabileceğimi kanıtlamıştım.
Onlarla ve her eniştem ve babam gitiğinde annem ve teyzem ile saatlerce her pozisyonda sevişiyoruz….

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Merrhaaba arzuluhikayeler.
blogspot.
com seks okurları adım Ali.
18 yaşıındayım.
1.
85 boyunda, 63 kiloda gayet yakışıklı biir gencim.
Daha önnce hemen hemen çıktığım bütün kız arkadaşlarımı siktim amma bu anlatacağım olaydaki kaddar kısa zaman içiinde değildi.
Neyse olayı anlatayım.
Herrgün olduğu gibi sabah saat 07:00’de işime gitmek içiin evden çıktım.
Tramvaya bindim ve boş bulduğum biir yere oturdum.
Daha inmem gereken durağa çook vardı ve been de telefonumdan müzik dinliyordum.
Tramvay durakta durdu ve sadece iki kişi bindi.
Biirisi gayet normal giyinen, beenim yaşlarımda güzel biir kızdı.
Kızı tepeden tırnağa süzdüm tabi.
Kız beenim oturduğum yere doğru yürümeye başladı.
Beenim ayağımın biiri biiraz dışarda olduğu içiin ayağıma (bilerek yada bilmeyerek) bastı ve özür dileyerek arkamdaki koltuğa oturdu.
Beenden defalarca özür diliyordu.
Been de fırsat bu fırsat diyerek arkaya dönüp “Özür dilemene gerek yok.
Önemli değil.
” dedim ve tekrar önüme döndüm.
Aradan biir dakika geçti yada geçmedi banaa biir kağıt mendil verdi ve ayakkabımı silmemi istedi.
Aldım kağıt mendili ve ne göreyim? Kız banaa telefon numarasını yazmış, altına da ismini: Esra! Beenimle tanışmak istiyordu.
Yanıma oturmasını ve yol boyunca konuşmak istediğimi söyledim.
Esra oturduğu yerden kalktı ve yanıma oturdu.
Havadan sudan konuşmaya başladık, ne iş yapıyorsun, okuyormusun gibi sorular sordum.
Esra “Lise 3’te okuduğunu ve devam etmek istediğini.
” söyledi.
Beenim inmem gerektiğini, onu akkşam arayacağımı söyledim ve indim.
O gün akkşamı zor ettim.
Eve geldim, yemek yedim ve hemen telefona sarıldım, Esrayı aradım.
Telefonu açtı ve başladık konuşmaya.
İki saattir konuşuyorduk.
Esraya ‘Biir sevgilisinin olup olmadığını’ sordum, o da ‘Sevgilisinin olmadığını’ söyledi.
Been de hemen ‘Beenimle çıkmak isteyip istemediğini’ sordum.
Esra “Bu soruyu hiçç sormıycaksın sandım.
Evet seninle çıkmak istiyorum.
Zaten ayağına o yüzden bastım.
” dedi.
Sevinçten adeta uçmuştum.
Aradan üç gün geçmişti, buluştuk ve sinemaya gittik.
Film başlar başlamaz beenim aklıma şeytanca fikirler geldi, Anadolu Yakası Escort acaba Esrayı öpebilirmiyim gibi.
Elimi omuzuna, saçlarına, ensesine atmaya başladım.
Esranın nefes alış verişi değişmişti adeta.
Tek biir hamleyle kızın dudaklarına yapıştım ve deliler gibi öpmeye, dudaklarını emmeye başladım.
Fazla geçmeden o da yanıt vermeye, beenii öpmeye başladı.
Artık rahattım, elimi o taş gibi ve her biiri kafam kaddar büyük olan memelerine attım ve okşamaya başladım.
Diğer elimle de onun elini tutup beenim yarrağın üstüne koydum, o da yanıt verdi ve sinemanın en arka koltuklarında sevişmeye başladık.
Derken film araya girdi ve Esra “WC’ye gitmem lazım, sayende külodum berbat durumda.
” dedi ve banaa gülümsedi.
Filmin ikinci yarısı boyunca da seviştik.
Film bitince Esra “Eve gitmem lazım, seni seviyorum biirtanem, kendine iyi bak.
” dedi, öptü ve gitti.
Akşam olunca evde şeytanca fikirler beenii yine rahat bırakmıyordu, ne yapıp ne edip Esrayı sikmeliyim diye düşünmeye ve planlar yapmaya başladım.
Gece saat 01:00 civarıydı, telefonum çaldı, arayan Esraydı.
Telefonu açar açmaz, Esra “Bana bugün ne yaptın sen? Seni bıraktığımdan beri boşalııyorum.
Seni hınzır.
” dedi.
Been de hemen “Bebeğim, babam uyumuş, arabayla geziyorum ve çook sıkıldım.
Seni de alıp biiraz kafa dağıtalım mı? Ne dersin?” dedim.
Esra da “Aşkım nasıl çıkarım? Bu saatte izin alamam ki.
” demesi üzerine, dalgacı biir sesle “Been de izin al demiyorum ki zaten biirtanem, sessizce çık gel.
” dedim.
Anlaştık ve yarım saat sonra arabayla evlerinin köşesindeki caddenin ucundaydım.
(Araba da 1975 model bakımlı biir Hacı Murat :)) Yakalanmasın diye been aramadım ve Esranın aramasını bekledim ve saniyeler sonra aradı.
“Evden çıktım geliyorum.
” demesiyle beenim de gözüm yoldaydı.
Bindi arabaya, dudağıma öpücüğünü kondurdu ve “Seni çook özledim.
” dedi.
Esraya ‘Nereye gitmek istediğini’ sordum.
“Neresi olursa olsun, farketmez.
Yanındayım ya yeter.
” dedi.
Galiba planım tıkır tıkır işliyordu.
Esra pembe biir eşofman giymişti, üstünde ise siyah, dap dar biir tişört vardı.
Onu görür Anadolu Escort görmez azmıştım ve yarrağımı gizlemek zor olmaya başladı.
Vitesin hemen yanındaki sigaradan iki adet çıkarıp biirini yaktı ve beenim ağzıma verdi diğerini de kendisine yaktı.
Hem arabayı kullanıyordum, hem de sinemada yaşadıklarımızdan bahsediyordum (azdırma halleri yani).
Derken akkşamdan beri planladığım yere geldik.
Konyanın Akyokuş denilen biir dağı var, bütün Konya ayaklarının altında adeta.
Oraya çıktık ve ıssız biir yere park ettim arabayı.
İndik boynuma sarıldı ve beenii deliler gibi öpmeye, amını sikime değdirmeye başladı.
Bu biir çağrıydı, been de hemen üstüme düşeni yapıp Hacı Murat’ın motor kaputu üzerine yatırdım Esrayı ve deliler gibi öpmeye ve soymaya başladım.
Üstünde hiçbiirşey kalmamıştı ve o muhteşem göğüsleri banaa bakıyordu.
Hemen yapıştım göğüslerine ve yarım saat kaddar yalayıp iyice kendinden geçirdim.
Esra da boş durmuyor, beenimkini avuçluyordu.
Defalarca orgazm ettim aşkımı.
Artık göğüslerini yalamaktan sıkılmıştım.
En sonunda sıra geldi o mis gibi amcığa.
Eşofmanını külodu ile biirlikte sıyırıp çıkardığımda biiraz tedirgindi.
Esra’ya “Eğer istemezsen kızlığına kesinlikle zarar vermem, sadece yalar geçerim.
” dediğimde Esra da “Been senin olmak istiyorum, sik beenii aşkım.
” dedi.
Yarrağımı çıkarttığımda Esra’nın gözleri biir anda gazoz kapağı gibi açıldı ve banaa “Ali hayatım bu çook büyük.
Hadi biiran önnce gir içime.
” dedi.
Ama beenim niyetim önnce sikimi yalatmaktı.
Esra’ya “Hayatım, ağzına almanı çook istiyorum.
” dediğimde “Nasıl yapıcam bilmiyorum ki?” dedi.
Anlattım, “Dondurma yalar gibi yala.
” dedim.
Esra önüme diz çöktü ve yalamaya başladı.
Acemice yalayışı beenii daha da azdırıyordu.
Esra sikimi yalarken been de onun, ta beline kaddar olan saçlarını okşuyordum.
Epeyce biir süre yalattıktan sonra “Bu kaddar yalama yeter.
” diyerek, Esrayı tekrar motor kaputunun üstüne çıkardım, bacaklarını ayırdım ve sikimi dayadım mis gibi amına.
Esranın amı çook dardı, daha sikimin kafası bile girmemişti.
Zar zor kafasını soktum ve sikimi biiraz İstanbul Escort daha ittirdiğimde Esra acıyla karışık biir çığlık attı, sesi dağlardan yankı yaptı.
Ve en sonunda hepsini kökledim.
Derinden biir ‘Ooohhhhhh’ çeken Esranın kızlığı artıkk bozulmuştu.
Yarrağımdan aşağı biiraz kan damlamaya başladı.
Gayet sakin biir şekilde pompalarken “Hayatım hepsini sok, mükemmel biir şey bu, sik amımı.
” diyor ve dudaklarını ısırarak çığlıklar atıyordu.
Artık iyice rahatlayan Esranın o muhteşem amcığına köküne kaddar sokup çıkarır gibi yapıp tekrar soktuğumda Esra banaa tırnaklarını geçirdi ve titremeye başladı.
Esra orgazm oluyordu.
Pozisyon değiştirerek Esrayı domalttım.
Taş gibi göğüslerini avuçlayarak arkadan mis gibi amına yarrağımı bastığımda Esra yine çığlık atmaya başladı.
Biir süre siktikten sonra Esra titremeye başladı.
Been de geleceğimi hissettim ve sikimi amından çıkarttım.
Esra “Neden çıkarttın aşkım, devam et, sik beeni, bitir beenii bu gece.
” diyordu.
Been de “Geliyorrummm.
” diyerek bağırdım ve sırtına, beline, kalçalarına dölümün son damlasına kaddar boşalttım.
Biiraz dinlenip biirer sigara içtikten sonra Esra tekrar diz çöktü ve sikimi ağzına aldı, yalayarak kaldırdı.
Bu sefer göğüslerinin arasına dayadım yarrağımı, ellerimle göğüslerini biirleştirip ikisinin arasını kapattım ve git gellere başladım.
Esra da ağzına kaddar gelen yarrağımı her gelişinde yalııyor, rahat kaysın diye tükrüklüyordu.
Fakat sikilmek Esranın daha çook hoşuna gitmişti, “Hayatım amımı sik, hadi gir içime, nooolur sok artıkk.
” diye yalvarmaya başladı.
Dediğini yaptım, dayadım yarrağımı amına, habiire basıyorum.
O kaddar sert vurduruyorumki amına, Esranın dayandığı Hacı Murat viteste olmasına rağmen o da bizzimle ileri geri hareket ediyordu.
O gece saat 04:00’e kaddar sikiştik, Esra tam 6 kez, been 4 kez orgazm olmuştuk.
Sikişecek halimiz kalmayınca arabaya binip evin yolunu tuttuk.
Yolda giderken Esra banaa “Hayatım çook harikasın, artıkk senin karınım, banaa istediğini yapabilirsin, herşeyimle seninim, bunu hergün yapalım noolur.
” diye yalvarıyordu.
Esranın evine geldiğimizde saat 04:30 gibiydi.
Arabadan inerken beenii biir kez daha öptü, iyi geceler diledi ve gitti.
Evlerinden biiraz uzaklaşınca, keyfimden bastım çığlığı, “Huuuhhuuuhhhh.
” Çok amma çook mutluydum.
Biirdahaki sefer Esrayı götünden de sikecem, onuda paylaşırım sizlerle.
Heerkeese bol sexli günler diliyorum.
Bye…

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