Holidays In The Caribbean
Toni nodded. "Yeah, I guess he noticed them when he was coming in this morning or something," she said.
As I poured the wine Jean stood before me with the image of the maid being banged on screen behind her.
"Do you like this video Tom?" Jean asked.
"Yes, very much" I replied.
"What do you like about it?"
"I like the maid being screwed by her boss" I told her.
"Does that turn you on Tom?"
"Yes, very much Jean" I answered.
"Does the idea of screwing a maid get you horny?"
"Yes it does"
"Do I make you horny Tom? Would you like to screw me?" she asked and as I went to answer I was stopped mid tracks as Jean undid the belt on her long coat and opened it before me.
Amy was the first to say no, that it would be just fine.
I looked back out over the trees, my eyes scanning them for the road. I couldn't see it. Four hours from now we could be back near the car, but right now it felt like it was a hundred years away.
I answered: 'Yes, Ben.'
Gerry whined, indecipherable.
I followed her over to their house. Inside, Harold was settled back on the couch, Julie offered me a chair. There was some kind of ball game on the TV. Harold was smiling at me, he didn't really say but a few words. I was completely uncomfortable again, having second thoughts.
"Hey, don't you dare make a move on her, she's my friend," Jessica warned.
Dad placed his mouth over my pussy and I felt his tongue part the tender opening. The warm wet feeling had me closing my eyes as it felt so good. His tongue lapped and licked as one hand slid between my legs massaging my ass, and pussy opening. The other reached up and tweaked my nipples. He continued his deeply desired lust to make me cum.
"So you bloody well should be. Your break time's over get back to work. And close your mouth, you gormless idiot!"
"Yeah, but neither one of us can walk, let along drive. Lets walk up to my apartment, you can spend the night."
I had always fancied my brother Densen. I never had any idea why… I just did. I liked him I think before I even liked boys in fact. Just something about him, his aura made me just feel all good inside. His presence is not the only good thing about him. He had a muscular build, due to the weight lifting he did on a regular basis. He was not a sporty type, he did not engage in football and the sort. Being so muscular he often looked out for me at school, which was a good help if I was being picked on. Few people at our school in their right minds would try and take him on, knowing that they would probably have their arse kicked, literally. He also had the features that would make most girls desire him. Model looks you could say I guess. He had dirty blonde hair from our mother, and blue eyes from our father (who sadly recently passed away). He was not exactly tall being only 5ft 10 but that did not bother him.
Let's see, we had tissue paper, too light- menu was cardboard, telephone book, - still too thick, ah rice paper pages in the Gideon. "Tonight Cleo" I said with proud ingenuity, "We are going to find comfort in the 23rd Psalm."
My other foot was lying in her lap and Carol had opened her legs slightly so it fell between them, resting against her crotch. As she continued to lick the toes on my right foot, I could feel her pushing her crotch against my left. Without really thinking about it, I started pushing back and turned my foot so that the toes dug into her crotch. I realized with a little start that Carol wasn't wearing much under her sweats, and found myself getting a little aroused. Our eyes met as I continued to push and she wriggled her hips a little. After a minute or so, she dropped my foot back into her lap and shifted position so my toes were no longer pushing at her crotch. Giving me a little smile she said she hoped I'd enjoyed the foot rub as much as she had. We both laughed!
"Oh yes, you are dripping honey. You'll enjoy your ride very much. I promise."
"I did," he said. She seemed familiar, but that could just be because women her age just seem to be familiar. She had thick brown hair going down to her shoulders. Standing behind the bar he couldn't really tell what she looked like below the waist, but her upper half seemed nicely proportioned. Her brown eyes gleamed as bright as her smile did. She didn't seem to have any makeup, but had a couple of freckles that were sprinkled along her face, "Want to talk about it to a total stranger?" she replied in a cute sort of way that actually brought a slight smile to his face.
"Ah ha!" she said triumphantly, "We might have a breakthrough!"
He sighed though. He still felt crushed. It felt wrong to smile while being crushed.
He smiled; he didn't mind indulging the fantasy. He let me talk, but he never said anything himself. But now I wanted to take it a step further, I wanted him to fantasize about doing it with a man, with Drew, a stud we could both imagine and envision. I wanted to hear him talk about it.
As I poured the wine Jean stood before me with the image of the maid being banged on screen behind her.
"Do you like this video Tom?" Jean asked.
"Yes, very much" I replied.
"What do you like about it?"
"I like the maid being screwed by her boss" I told her.
"Does that turn you on Tom?"
"Yes, very much Jean" I answered.
"Does the idea of screwing a maid get you horny?"
"Yes it does"
"Do I make you horny Tom? Would you like to screw me?" she asked and as I went to answer I was stopped mid tracks as Jean undid the belt on her long coat and opened it before me.
Amy was the first to say no, that it would be just fine.
I looked back out over the trees, my eyes scanning them for the road. I couldn't see it. Four hours from now we could be back near the car, but right now it felt like it was a hundred years away.
I answered: 'Yes, Ben.'
Gerry whined, indecipherable.
I followed her over to their house. Inside, Harold was settled back on the couch, Julie offered me a chair. There was some kind of ball game on the TV. Harold was smiling at me, he didn't really say but a few words. I was completely uncomfortable again, having second thoughts.
"Hey, don't you dare make a move on her, she's my friend," Jessica warned.
Dad placed his mouth over my pussy and I felt his tongue part the tender opening. The warm wet feeling had me closing my eyes as it felt so good. His tongue lapped and licked as one hand slid between my legs massaging my ass, and pussy opening. The other reached up and tweaked my nipples. He continued his deeply desired lust to make me cum.
"So you bloody well should be. Your break time's over get back to work. And close your mouth, you gormless idiot!"
"Yeah, but neither one of us can walk, let along drive. Lets walk up to my apartment, you can spend the night."
I had always fancied my brother Densen. I never had any idea why… I just did. I liked him I think before I even liked boys in fact. Just something about him, his aura made me just feel all good inside. His presence is not the only good thing about him. He had a muscular build, due to the weight lifting he did on a regular basis. He was not a sporty type, he did not engage in football and the sort. Being so muscular he often looked out for me at school, which was a good help if I was being picked on. Few people at our school in their right minds would try and take him on, knowing that they would probably have their arse kicked, literally. He also had the features that would make most girls desire him. Model looks you could say I guess. He had dirty blonde hair from our mother, and blue eyes from our father (who sadly recently passed away). He was not exactly tall being only 5ft 10 but that did not bother him.
Let's see, we had tissue paper, too light- menu was cardboard, telephone book, - still too thick, ah rice paper pages in the Gideon. "Tonight Cleo" I said with proud ingenuity, "We are going to find comfort in the 23rd Psalm."
My other foot was lying in her lap and Carol had opened her legs slightly so it fell between them, resting against her crotch. As she continued to lick the toes on my right foot, I could feel her pushing her crotch against my left. Without really thinking about it, I started pushing back and turned my foot so that the toes dug into her crotch. I realized with a little start that Carol wasn't wearing much under her sweats, and found myself getting a little aroused. Our eyes met as I continued to push and she wriggled her hips a little. After a minute or so, she dropped my foot back into her lap and shifted position so my toes were no longer pushing at her crotch. Giving me a little smile she said she hoped I'd enjoyed the foot rub as much as she had. We both laughed!
"Oh yes, you are dripping honey. You'll enjoy your ride very much. I promise."
"I did," he said. She seemed familiar, but that could just be because women her age just seem to be familiar. She had thick brown hair going down to her shoulders. Standing behind the bar he couldn't really tell what she looked like below the waist, but her upper half seemed nicely proportioned. Her brown eyes gleamed as bright as her smile did. She didn't seem to have any makeup, but had a couple of freckles that were sprinkled along her face, "Want to talk about it to a total stranger?" she replied in a cute sort of way that actually brought a slight smile to his face.
"Ah ha!" she said triumphantly, "We might have a breakthrough!"
He sighed though. He still felt crushed. It felt wrong to smile while being crushed.
He smiled; he didn't mind indulging the fantasy. He let me talk, but he never said anything himself. But now I wanted to take it a step further, I wanted him to fantasize about doing it with a man, with Drew, a stud we could both imagine and envision. I wanted to hear him talk about it.
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