Larry Reads Novels & Stories

It was already dark outside when they got back to the house, and Larry followed his daughter inside, watching her sway her shapely ass as she walked in ahead of him. They went back to the table where all their work was still spread out and sat down again. This time, Tonya didn’t bother putting in her earbuds, but she leaned her full tits against the table all over again while she turned her attention to the books and papers in front of her. Larry didn’t even bother trying to focus on anything but his daughter’s rich, creamy globes. His cock was already fully aroused again and he started to think about going back to the bathroom for another stroke. But for the moment, he stayed where he was t

" I can't, I can't watch you go…" Andrew decided that he had taken enough. "Larry!" He growled, his amber green eyes flickering with golden spots. "What the fuck is going on with you!" Larry shuddered and bent his head in submission. He sighed, "Nothing's wrong. Forget what I said." He mumbled.

Sophia and Larry drove off to the bus stop, They arrived a little late, on getting there the first bus has left and they had to wait for the next one. It was a long wait but they didn't feel it much because they had to spend that time getting to know each other well. They talked about so many things, it was shocking to Sophia that Larry Also loves reading books. She has always seen him as a spirited fellow who is so indifferent about books, he hardly visits the library at high school, sometimes she wonders how he managed to excel and even got admission into Berkeley University. Larry had to let the cat out of the bag when she persisted to know how much he reads. Larry told her that he belong

Larry then moved on to Rebecca’s other stocking, repeating the processing and getting in plenty of gropes of her long, smooth legs. “My turn now,” Larry said at last as he returned to his seat, his crotch showing clear evidence of his arousal. Larry drew a nine of spades. “Looks like you’re going to take the shirt right off my back,” he said to Rebecca, holding his hands up in surrender.

"Larry, mommy cut some fruits for dessert. Why don’t you come and have it?" Isabella walked out from the kitchen with a plate of sliced fruits in her hand. "Yes, mommy. I am coming." Larry put down the phone where he was reading the project plan of launching the new mobile phone that use the latest software technology that he invented a few months ago. At the time Larry come out and sat down at the coach to enjoy the fruit dessert, Ruby's phone suddenly rang.

I never knew it'll feel so damn good while playing with his dick shoved deep in my throat. "I'm coming baby, you gotta stop if you don't want to..." Larry always says it, he always announces that he is close. But I've always looked up and him and winked, he should know our routine by now. And as per our usual ways, he comes down my throat seconds later.

I blew out a long sigh of relief at his departure. Fuck! Man! Larry was really a handful. He was obviously a lot to deal with whenever he got into those inquisitive situations. He keeps forgetting that curiosity killed the cat. I let my eyes roam back to the screen of my laptop, a folder catching my attention. I leaned in closer.

i bark at the little girls playing around and we take the stairs up. "Here we are, try to remain silent" i say to him and go for the door knob and stop just to check if the cheeky girls had it wired bit it was all good, i push the door open and get in, the surprise catches me in shock, Larry was sitting in the couch, his head in bandages, he puts a smile on his face he was waiting for us like he knew we were coming Ivy besides him, holding a gun

“Well, now that we’re all here, I have to notify you that Stanley has requested something a little unorthodox.” “Unorthodox?” I repeated. “Yes. And as his executor, I have a legal obligation to follow his requests,” Larry explained. “Okay,” I said. “Well, what it is?” Larry paused and looked down at his stack of papers. He reached under them and pulled out a folder. Then he opened it. “Stanley wrote a letter to each of you,” Larry told us, the folder open on the desk. “He requested that I read you the letters out loud before I read the will.”