“The companion act” Part-2 Continues….. By now it was already getting hot…too hot. I hurriedly finished off the section I had told myself I would do before putting my gardening tools away, heading back into the house for my morning shower. I hoped while doing so, Henry might return home […] Read More… from The companion act – 2
This is a new story called “The companion act” let’s begin…..Henry looked nothing like her sister Tom, about as opposite in many ways as they could possibly be. I’d been married to Henry for twenty years, though I’d hardly seen or even gotten to know Henry’s younger sister very well […] Read More… from The companion act
“It’s my own damn fault” Part-4 Continues… I tossed my empty beer bottle in the trash, realizing as I did, I had left my car keys up in Mia’s sewing room. I literally spun on the balls of my feet changing direction, heading back up the stairs taking them two […] Read More… from It’s my own damn fault – 4
“It’s my own damn fault” Part-3 Continues…. What can I say? It was hot, arousing…fuck, arousing as hell. Standing there slowly stroking my hard cock for her while my mother in law stood there fondling her breasts. Maybe it was that sense of dangerous excitement, a bit of almost “taboo” […] Read More… from It’s my own damn fault -3
“It’s my own damn fault” Part-2 Continues…. The morning had started off typically enough. Stella and I had driven over to her mother’s place for a quick early breakfast. Mia had called us earlier asking if she could drive Stella to the floral shop as Chris had stated the need […] Read More… from It’s my own damn fault – 2
This is a new story called “It’s my own damn fault” let’s begin….Standing there naked in a room full of young women, one of which happened to be my wife’s younger sister wasn’t something I’d ever imagined I’d be doing. Nor could I imagine how I’d gotten here in the […] Read More… from It’s my own damn fault
“The broken hearts” Part-4 Continues…. I heard the door open, now standing in front of the window looking out into the yard, turning towards my sister as she spoke. “So…how’d you enjoy the…show,” she hesitated looking at me. I know by the expression on my face she could see something […] Read More… from The broken hearts – 4
“The broken hearts” Part-3 Continues…. It took almost two hours to both mow and trim the sizable yard we had. I was already considering the possibility of looking into a riding mower to cut down the time it took doing it as I entered the back door into the kitchen […] Read More… from The broken hearts – 3
“The broken hearts” Part-2 Continues…. As Sophia stood there tenderly wiping all the come off my shaft and balls, I remembered what she’d told me much earlier when I had first agreed to move in. She indeed wasn’t mom…nor was she my wife. Hell, even Mila never did what she […] Read More… from The broken hearts – 2
This is a new story called “The broken hearts” let’s begin…. Let me begin by first introducing myself. My name is Jacob. I am fifty-five years of age, and now a widower as of eighteen months ago when my wife Mila died from a long terminal illness. Mila was the […] Read More… from The broken hearts