Every family that has a few sons and daughters knows it is very likely a son will have his favorite sister, yup same here and mine is my mid sister Robin, I have always felt closer to her when it came to girl friends, what to get her for her birthday or to help me mend fences after my awkward methods to get into her panties. My sister Robin was rather annoy...
Well, the week was a very busy one and I was looking forward to getting on my Harley and getting a good ride in and then hit up a bikers joint for a beer and onion rings. Saturday morning I got up and dressed in bikers clothes and put a few bottles of ice water in my saddle bags. The ride was great, three hundred and fifty miles of hi-way and back roads, th...
BBBBBrrrrriiiiinnnnnggggg. BBBBBrrrrriiiiinnnnnggggg "Hello." "Hi Joyce." "Oh hi Gert, how are you?" "Oh fine, same old same old. . . work is o.k. won fifty in Bingo last night." "Oh that's good." "Joyce, does Jeff still work with electricity? Like for houses?" "Yes he does, he has a good job as an apprentice electrician, why?" "Well it's getting wa...
Carol had just left to pick her Mom up from the railroad station and I am quite pleased. Her mom Janice and I have always gotten along quite nicely, and I always enjoy having her over. In her early sixties Janice is nicely endowed so far as boobs ass and hips. Her hair is long and gray with a lot of highlights as she brushes it every day. Her style of dres...
The time was around seven in the evening, I had just come back back from Stella's place and she was in a snit for one reason or other. She had no intentions on doing what she had promised me earlier that day. Damn I was mad I spent some time working on her car and I finally got the generator in her VolksWagon squareback to keep the battery up. I could have...
Hey folks, it's been a while. Here's a shortie I'm throwing in exhibitionism, even though it has elements of sci-fi, I guess. It doesn't get very hard; just a one-off, little office adventure. ______ Laney Meiers and Jill Princeton were quietly finishing up their lunch, as David left the kitchen. Jill leaned in to Laney, "Should you tell him, or I?" "Tell...
The weather was cold and windy, nothing new for November up in New England. I just finished wiring up a hot water heater in an old triple deck apartment in Taunton, Mass. and decided to hit Hickey's diner for a good cup of coffee and some danish. Hickey's is a small family run diner that is BIG on taste and I had started going there back in the early seven...
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The weather is cold and raining as I sit in my Ford pick-up truck at the Bradenton railroad yard. It's quite sad that the weather is symbolic of what's going on in my heart. Five years ago I married Joane, and I was so happy. She lead me to believe she was going to do something with her life, yet that hasn't happened. How can it when she quits every course?...
Death is silent as a whisper and soft as a last exhale from parched lips. If death had a color it would be gray like the sky before an oncoming storm. The scent of death is indescribable by any vernacular, a cloying sweetness of funeral sprays combined with the stink of shed tears and rank decay. And death, it is a cold thing, a final brush of fingertips acr...