”“It’s good that they won’t be worried. How old are you Everett Fielding?”“Fourteen.”“So you are fourteen. I suppose that’s old enou...h to stay at home alone. Since you’ll need to eat I’ll fix us something a little latter after your clothes are dry but first I need another glass of wine. Do you need anything while I’m up?”“No ma’am I’m fine,” Junie said holding up his still half full cup of hot chocolate.Emily Simpson Lee was fifty-three years old and had been widowed for four years. She was. You don’t have to be the gold standard for everything, you know. I’m pretty fucking happy with the way things are for me right now with a hell of a lot less effort.” Susan paused and gave her friend a cursory look. “But I think you saw that last night,” she said with the biggest of smiles and the softest of laughs.Katrina was borderline screaming at this point as Susan stood and instead of turning for the stairs, she stepped towards her friend.“Come here,” she beckoned. Stephanie rose to her. You're running low on your stash, and figure you should at least take a shower before seeing your dealer.After you undress, glancing at your erect dick, once 9 inches, now enveloped within folds of fat. You don't have the energy.So you step in the shower only to hear a groaning of the pipes. That's right, they shut your water off about a week ago. So you spray on some cologne, put on the least rotten shirt and head out to meet your dealer.Luckily, you don't have to walk far. You doubt you could. What every girl wants, a mind-blowing orgasm and a hard cock that needs attention.” She pulled back the covers and proceeded to give me a wonderful blow job/hand job, taking her time, and telling me how much she liked my cock and enjoyed making me cum. “I’m going to cum!” I tried to tell her in a loud whisper. She continued with her slow, feathery touch. My orgasm was intense; the kind that takes your breath away, makes your eyes water, and causes sounds that you didn’t know you could make. .