“You convinced Albert to drive the Royce to Dunedin? Mattie?”“Mr. Howard hired him. He’s Melody’s chauffeur.”Jimbo glared at me.“I swear...I didn’t know! I thought we were out for a lark,” I turned to Mattie, “That’s it ... you both are getting scholarships, want ‘em or not. Where do I send the check? Never mind ... I’ll ask your Dad.”Sorting by color and fabric, we checked for tags, pins and junk. We put my clothes in the washers, added unscented detergent, set the machines for pre-soak, cold. He wished that he could move out from under her legs, but he didn’t want to wake her. The lukewarm beer only served as a momentary distraction, and he found his eyes wandering back over her legs, up her torso, and to her chest. The only sound in the room was her soft breathing and the hum of the television on the loading screen for the movie. As he reached back over her to put his beer down, she stirred. Her arms reached over her head as her stomach emerged from under her tank-top, a sigh. I was more than happy to help out my old college girlfriend, Vicky, when she asked me if could put her son up at my place for college. Her son, James, was starting his sophomore year and his mom was trying to cut costs with dormitory costs. Vicky also told me that James would be more than happy to help out around the house to help with his keep. Another reason I didn’t mind, was that I was a forty-five year old divorced woman with a large house. I often felt lonely and looked forward to the. After rubbing her stiff clit with her fingers for a few minutes she looked over at the Christmas tree sitting in the corner of the room and saw a candy cane hanging from it. ‘Hmmm, I’ve always meant to try one of those,’ she said and she went to fetch it. Her bottom cheeks jiggled tantalizingly as she reached up for the candy, and the light glistened from the rivers of pussy juice that ran down her inner thighs. Once she was back in her seat she spread her legs and rubbed her clit with the tip.