Lahat ng Kabanata ng Hot Tangled Sheets: Kabanata 121 - Kabanata 130

It was a warm, breezy, sunny afternoon. I was working in the shop fixing a small farm tractor and I had a couple other projects on the go for other people as well. One of my customers came in with his wife and her sister to pick up a weed eater he left for me to fix."Hey Matt, got my weed eater fixed?" Gary enquired."Yep, it's over here" I walked over grabbed the weed eater put it in his truck and he paid me."Good Man, hey I want you meet my sister-in-law Elara."Elara was about 5'2 maybe 130lbs. She wore her shoulder length brown hair tied at the back with her sunglasses on the top of her head. She had on blue jeans, a white tank top, a small necklace, a light greyish sweater with the sleeves pulled up and small gold watch. I would guess she was about 45 years old."Hi Elara, I supposed Gary filled you in on all the bad things already?" I joked."Well, a little bit, I think he left out a lot though." She giggled.The three of us talked for a bit and I was drawn towards Elara's eas

While I was doing my weekly cleaning, the warm morning rays of the summer sun beamed through the open window of the living room in my small single-story country home, a relaxed feeling of peace and happiness filled the room. Jasper, my 7-year-old Maine Coon laid contently in the window twitching his tail as he watched the world go by.Brienna, my next-door neighbor gently pressed her head against the screen in the window. "Hi Sam, can I borrow a bar of soap please?""Sure, come on in. I'll get you one." Brienna, who is always coming over and needing to borrow something, is an average size female. To be fair, she's as honest as the day is long and has paid me back one way or another. She casually opened the door and stepped in with her bare feet wearing nothing more than a white towel wrapped around her. I motioned her to the kitchen then I went off to get the soap.Brienna smiled as I handed her the bar of soap. "You're a lifesaver, Sam, thank you!"I casually leaned against the kitch

Later Brienna's breasts pressed gently against my chest after we changed positions. I wrapped my arms around her soft body. Most of her 115-pound weight rested on my legs with my cock rubbing her clit as I sat upright. We got into it heavy with hard and intimate kisses. The kind of kisses where tongue meets tongue, leaving you both drained and gasping for air.Brienna's breasts jiggled slightly with every movement. Like a young lad with a new toy, I pinched her nipples between my fingers, squeezing and twisting, sucking and licking.It was now time to inseminate my beautiful, once-in-a-lifetime neighbor. Brienna eagerly jumped off me and bent over the counter allowing me full access to both of her holes in anticipation of her reward."Don't you dare pull out when you cum, okay? I want to feel your warm cum squirting inside me."I nodded to her request as I stepped up behind her and slowly slid my hard cock deep into her wet and tight little vagina.Brienna turned her head towards me,

I opened the kitchen door, a rush of hot, humid air greeted me as I walked in. Brienna had taken her top off and was seated in her usual spot at the head of the table. With open arms and a smile, she gestured for me to step towards her."Get over here," she demanded, "I've been waiting all afternoon for you!"I dropped my towel purposely at the door, in a couple quick steps I stood before her. My manhood stood straight outstaring her in the eyes. She met that stare by wrapping her perspiring hand gently around it, she was hot and she was ready.Time seemed to stand still. I closed my eyes while she worked her magic, massaging my cock at first. Brienna's a true multitasker, she slipped her other hand between my legs then up between my ass cheeks. You could feel the smoothness of her manicured fingers as they swirled around teasing my butthole. Finally, after several minutes of anticipation, she put just the tip of her forefinger in my ass, giving me a chance to relax my rectal muscles

It was the conclusion of a long and exhausting work week. The thought of me kicking back and relaxing on the back porch with a beer in my hand was all that kept me going for the last two days. I arrived home and ached to get out of my Jeep at my modest three-bedroom home. Next door, I noticed a maroon 4-door SUV parked in the driveway. This is the first action I have seen there since the prior neighbours, an elderly couple, relocated to the city last October. I walked into my house and headed straight to the bedroom to change out of my work clothes. Wearing a pair of black boxers and an old beat-up blue t-shirt, an old pair of runners, I proceeded to the kitchen. I took a beer from the fridge before exiting the back door onto the deck. My face was touched by warm and soft air. It is rare to see 30°C in the middle of June. As far as I was concerned, it was very much welcomed after a long bitter winter. It was an excellent way to commemorate the summer solstice, the longest day of the y