The morning light was pale and flat through the kitchen window, painting everything in a cool, indifferent hue. Linda stood barefoot in front of the stove, the hem of her oversized t-shirt hanging halfway down her thighs. It was Mark's old college tee -- faded navy cotton with cracked white lettering across the chest. She hadn't bothered with a bra. She rarely did these days.The coffee hissed into the pot. The eggs were rubbery. No one spoke much.Mark sat at the kitchen table in his usual place, hunched slightly forward over a bowl of cereal, glasses sliding down his nose. He looked tired, but not unpleasant. Just... elsewhere. The television played softly in the background - local news, sports scores, a weather segment nobody listened to.Their youngest was still chewing loudly. The oldest had already bolted with a Pop-Tart. The dog snored on the rug.Linda turned off the burner and pushed the eggs onto a plate for herself, not really hungry. Her thighs rubbed softly as she moved.
The cutting board was damp with tomato pulp. Linda's fingers worked quietly, slicing cherry tomatoes in half with practiced efficiency, the tip of her paring knife tapping lightly against the wood with every cut. Her wedding ring slid a little on her damp finger as she wiped her hands on a crumpled tea towel.The light in the kitchen was soft and forgiving. Golden. Like it remembered the way her cheekbones used to catch sunlight. The way her eyes used to sparkle when Mark looked at her like she was something.Now?She glanced at her reflection in the glass of the microwave door.Hair pinned up in a messy knot. The faintest trace of mascara smudged under one eye. No lipstick. A loose V-neck top that clung a little too tightly over her soft stomach. No bra she hated how the underwire dug into the shelf of her new body. Her breasts swayed subtly under the cotton as she moved, the fabric catching slightly over the curve of her nipples in the cold.The leggings were black. Always black. Th
Holding himself tight against her, he started to pull out when he knew he was done.A loud slurp and pop echoed as he exited the small girl.Her vagina closed right up and held in all of his sperm.Turning around, he saw that Amanda's younger sister and mother had watched the whole thing.Amanda looked at Jeremy' muscular physique and slowly deflating monster cock hanging between his legs.Not knowing what to say: Amanda's mother walked over to him and stuck out her hand.Jeremy shook it, while standing nude.Amanda's mother introduced herself as Samantha Higgins.Samantha looked at her other daughter and said she is to tell no one about this.Samantha told Amanda to get dressed.She also grabbed Jeremy's clothes and handed them to him and said get dressed. I want to have a talk with you.Samantha told Jaimie (Amanda's sister) to go home but say nothing to her dad.After Amanda and Jeremy had gotten dressed, Samantha sat down at the desk.She looked at Jeremy and said I know who you a
Amanda started kissing his dick head and licking cum from the large pee hole Jeremy had in his dick head. Slowly opening her small mouth, she was able to get the head entirely in. It was a struggle, but she did it and commenced to giving a surprisingly good, deep blow job on his head. While putting his hand on her head, he repositioned his butt, to let his nutts hang over the edge of the bench seat. He told her to keep sucking, but to play with his balls. Amanda started to knead and seperate each testicle by itself. She used her thumbs to rub up and down the center of each testicle. After about 5 minutes of this, Jeremy was ready to cum. His dick started to elongate and widen. Amanda noticed him getting bigger in her mouth. Jeremy said to look at him. She looked into his eyes, while she kept sucking him. Jeremy said he is going to cum and he wants her to swallow. Grabbing the sides of her head, Amanda grabbed his dick with both hands, closed her eyes and started to su
Redville is a small coal mine town about 30 minutes from Belleville. Going down on a Friday night, Jacob happened to see the local Baptist Church booth, at the festival. The preacher's daughters were working the booth. The oldest daughter was named Amanda. Amanda was 19 and went to the local Community College. Amanda was not ugly, but very plain looking in the face. She also had a constant frown on her face. Her only redeeming qualities were being 5 foot 1. 115 pounds. A 34DD chest and a large butt, for being as short as she was. Amanda always looked constantly depressed and unhappy. Jacob walked over to the booth and started talking to Amanda. Amanda had on a plain floral dress that went almost to the neckline. It was meant to be very plain and modest. But clung to the curvy 19 year old and accentuated her hourglass figure. Amanda, being non expressive as usual, just looked at Jacob and frowned and said hey. Amanda's younger sister said she was going to go ride s
Remember those days when you were young and free and friends played stupid games. Well this was one of those times. Three 18 year old nerds playing 'I Dare You'. Bob, Fred and myself, Andy, were knockin' around one Friday evening. It was late September of '69 and the three of us had nothing to do when Fred decided we should play a game of "I Dare You". What the hell right, Bob and I were in. Anything had to be better than what we'd been up to for the past hour - which was nuthing! Fred said he'd start the game by giving Bob a dare. Bob was up for it, just like Bob was always up for just about anything, like the time someone dared him to run past the school office and moon the secretary. Oh yeah, that was Bob alright, ready for anything. That one cost him 3 weeks detention. Fred thought for a bit and then out it came, "Bob, I dare you to get that girl's phone number before her dad gets back from paying for gas." There was an old Buick sitting at the pumps at the station across t