It sounded like a good weekend getaway. Brandi’s parents were going out of town, and they needed someone to watch the dogs. They had a house in the mountains. We got there early Friday afternoon. Her parents left, and we had the place to ourselves. It had been in the high 20’s, and about 4pm,
Yes, it was beautiful. Spectacular, really. Beth and I had stopped at a roadside park to have a look. It was mountainous country and the park was basically a lookout, with a sidewalk and a stone fence serving as a railing. It was sunny and there was just a little bit of mist, some of
The Demo The card read “Friday, March 14, 8:00 PM, Residence of Cindy Schaefer.” Tina stood outside her car, absently toying with the small business card. The wind played with her curly blond hair, blowing it carelessly over her tight red halter and teasing it across her small firm tits, bringing her nipples to life.
Philippa had been restless all day. She knew it had been a good thing to do, offering to take her mother and friend to the coast for the weekend, but it had also been a very boring thing to do. She was not of an age to enjoy endless trawling through antique and charity shops.
Walking through the woods, I could feel the urge. I should have used the toilet at the trail-head, but no, I was too busy looking at all the gorgeous scenery, and now, I could feel my bladder start to make demands. I looked around, the trail was deserted, so I left the trail, went past
June and I had been married for five years when we took our driving vacation. Usually we climbed on an airplane and went to some city or another, but this year we had decided to take the car and just drive. We didn’t even have a plan, we’d just make it up as we went
If I had been a dedicated trail hiker before, now I was there every chance I got. My pussy would cream at the idea of being opened up with my watcher’s 9 inch cock. On the trail, when I found a private place to let my flow go, I would now strip completly naked, it
Legs trembling, she looked up at the tall skinny figure covered in black clothes and a black peacoat. She craved him, her legs wouldn’t stop shaking with anticipation, excitement crept through her in waves. She hadn’t felt this way before. Her need for him grew by the second as a deep comfort filled her. She
The small ad caught Joy’s eye on the morning of January 5th as she was sorting through the various sections of the New York Times. She read it, paused, reread it. She chuckled softly, turned to the front page, and read about the downing of two Libyan planes as she downed her toast and coffee.