The first day of deer hunting season in Pennsylvania is almost a state holiday. Most schools in rural areas are closed that first day of the two-week rifle season. That is because most male students, a fair number of female students, and many of the teachers and administrators are going to be in the woods hunting. Over the years, it became more practical to...
Part 02D Rob watches Buddy & Sally Fuck and is surprised by Laura at Home Authors Note: Once again a story was rejected saying that the two oldest children of Father Knows Best weren't 18. I even sent them proof, but it was still rejected. Here is a replacement story which was moved up from future stories. * Rob slipped back into the office after a mee...
Hi my name is Suzy and my husband is Troy, and our best friends are Millie and David. Troy is the vice captain and David is the coach of a local sports team. This story starts on the night before the big grand finale. The four of us had been out for an early meal at the local pub and then the two guys wanted to call it an early night after talking to each of...
Bea is not only our sister-in-law, she's the wife's best friend, and all the excitement we can handle. She's Five foot seven, 44DD-38-40 and willing to discharge anything with two legs. Her husband (wife's brother) spends more time in jail than at home so Bea's with us more than not. This is the way Bea tells it: It's been a six weeks since I lost my virgin...
Author's note: This is the third 'Toyboy' story and follows in the timeline from 'Toyboy Hits the Road'. It can be read easily as a stand-alone story, however. AT HOME WITH THE TOYBOY 1986, Yorkshire, England. Part One Chapter 1 My dad was a flat cap wearing, straight talking, no-nonsense, Yorkshire stereotype. If you crossed him, the...
This is the third story in a four part series. It will make more sense if you have read the first two. Again, this is a fictional story of things which never happened and people who do not really exist even though they are all mature and consenting adults. At this point, the two husbands believe they have pulled off their plan to help Ann and thereby Ben a...
"Matt!" I hear someone shout from the crowd of people waiting at the exit to the airport. I look towards the direction of the sound, and I see a blonde woman in her mid-40s, short hair, and in a tight white top smiling at me and waving, and I recognise my step-mom Millie Smith. I smile back and wave, and walk towards her, pushing my luggage cart in...
"Come on love, we'll be late, do you have to tart yourself up so much, bloody trollop." "I'll give you trollop you old sod, now there's a fine thing my husband calling me a trollop, I don't know hey." "Serious Millie we are going to be late love." "OK, OK, I'm nearly ready Peter." "Ohh Peter is it, who's getting a hump on then, wrong week or something,...
I was on a business trip and had taken an extra night to take my Aunt out for dinner. Aunt Tot was a tiny gal, a fifty-year-old widow and twenty years older than I. She was a fiercely independent person, indicative of many people of her size, and as the expression goes 'did not suffer fools lightly'. One would be careful with words and actions while in her p...
Millie sipped at her coffee as she settled back into bed. She opened her E-Book to read while awaiting a phone call from her sister Becky. The two ladies were widows, having lost their husbands in a traffic accident when returning from a hunting trip. That had happened four years prior and they were just returning to a more normal life after the gnawing grie...