The Man with Magic Hands Ch. 04

June opened the window wide and breathed in the fresh spring air, along with all the other urban smells outside her apartment. This working from home, avoiding human contact, pandemic shit was getting old. She looked out across the street to the park where she had made so many memories with her kids, and decided that she was going to serve dinner tonight in the form of a picnic for her and hubby under the huge maple that little Jimmy had fallen out of all those years ago. She hated cooking for just the two of them since the kids were both now gone. She reflected on the grandson on the way, and wondered what sort of worries Jimmy would have to deal with in the years ahead. Would he have the broken bones, illnesses, fights at school that she'd had to deal with? She thought then of her eldest, Jane, and her sweet daughter, Janet. She couldn't help but wonder if Jane would someday bust her daughter going down on her boyfriend, like June had caught Jane with that Jacobs boy, right

"This is unfair," I screamed at my mom, "I have plans. The guys and I were going to spend all summer -- " "Doing what? Staying up to 3 AM getting drunk? There will be plenty of time to do that once you are in college," she quipped back. My mom was cool. She did not deserve my rage, and luckily for me, she secretly agreed with me. My dad, unfortunately, had gotten it into his head that we needed to spend one last summer together. At our small and beat-up cabin, nonetheless. I did not understand what he saw in the place. It only had two bedrooms, forcing me to bunk with my sister. At 18 and 20 years old, respectively, this was a nightmare. We had barely spoken since she left for college, and we were not on the best of terms before that. How could I be expected to share a room with her for the next two months? It wasn't only that we were not close. It was the lack of privacy. I had always had a separate room, so I never had an issue masturbating before.

Bad boy Billy knows what he wants, but is willing to use what it takes to make an older woman Belle his- even romance. And once she's his, as far as he is concerned, she will be his forever. But southern bell Belle, thinks this is just a summer fling and on top of that has reservations because her biker is younger! This is a Summer Lovin' contest story. Please vote for my story! BELLE: Steamy Georgia Days & Nights I leaned on the counter in the window of my food truck. I didn't have to look down to know I'd busted through my plaid western shirt. The plight of a thirty-six D in a medium-size world. If it fit my waist, it was tight on my bust and vice versa. A head popped around the corner of my window. "Darlin' you look good enough to eat today." The workers at the factory I fed on Tuesday were now on the loose and hungry. He got a quick look at my breasts squashed together between my arms before I stood up. 'Whoa," he said waggling his eyebr

"T.G.I.F." Jade thought as she got out of bed, the sun shining through her balcony window. It had been such a busy week for her and her mother Marla -- the big move to Aunt Rose's house on Tuesday for both of them, two days in a row of late shifts at the restaurant, and her mom's car accident on Thursday. Thankfully, Marla hadn't been injured, just shaken, and it sounded like Aunt Rose had taken good care of her. And in addition to that, there was...the thing that happened in the hot tub on Tuesday night. Jade had thought about it frequently over the past two days, and while the nineteen-year-old had felt conflicted earlier, the memory now filled her with excitement. It was so forbidden, so thrilling, and so hot! She had masturbated to completion while thinking about it three times in the last couple of days, when her mother and aunt weren't at home. Jade changed out of the tank top and pajama pants she had slept in and changed into a t-shirt and shorts that

(Please read Parts 1-5 before reading this episode.) "Let me get this straight," I started. "You're willing to let me fuck your sister, right here, right now, no strings attached, as long as I let you watch and as long as I don't fuck anything but her pussy?" "That's kind of blunt, Artie. But that's essentially it." Lisa replied. "Is this some kind of a test?" I asked with no small measure of sarcasm. "It's not a test, Artie." "Because it sounds to me like you just want to see if I fall for the okeydoke, and if I say "OK" you'll kick me to the curb for having a character flaw." I continued. "That's not it at all, Artie. I admit that it sounds like game a normal woman would run. Would a normal woman walk her boyfriend into her bedroom and fuck him silly right in front of her sister?" I had to admit, she had a point. She kept going: "Artie, this is a SAMPLE. Right now, Nicol