Velamma offered the cookies she brought to the wife. The wife asked Velamma to sit on the couch while she went to fetch some tea. Something about that...made Velamma uncomfortable and uneasy.The neighbor’s wife had big plans for all the shit that her husband thought he was cleverly hiding from her. The neighbor’s fear was evident as he entered the living room, where Velamma sat.The neighbor apologized to Velamma for slamming the door, but he stayed standing. He shifted nervously from foot to. I landed a job at a farm twenty minutes or so outside of the city for the summer holidays. I plowed fields, fed the animals and fantasized about my boss and her black hunk of a husband Jon, but he usually works during the day. “Hey, Bailey,” I yelled as I got out of my car. God, she was gorgeous. Large C cup breasts that seemed to defy gravity even at thirty-eight years old, a flat stomach and firm bubble butt from years of dancing and volleyball that jiggles as she walks. “Morning Connor!” her. As far as she is concerned, whatever David wants is fine with her."Hold your titties together, Baby. We'll let Junior shoot his load on them, then lick it up. How does that sound?" That might be fun," she answered. "BJ likes the taste of his own gunk. Just make sure he cleans it all up!"David got behind me and had me straddle Vickie, with my cock aimed right at her tits. He moved up so close I could feel his chest hairs on my back, and his cock rubbing against my ass. He reached around me and. Athick coating of red that encapsulated the perfect sphere, and as a result,gave the entire town's skyline a low and hazy tint, as though it were stuckin a permanent blush just above the earth. A queer phenomena, which to thetown's inhabitants went noted as one of the strangest and mostunprecedented acts of nature ever to occur in the small southern community.One of the strangest to be sure...but certainly not the first to occur inthe region. Anyone outside the boundaries of the southern.