FINGER FUCKIN IN THE DUNES Game 3 PICTURE THIS For those not familiar with the Wisconsin side of Lake Michigan, the lake is normally choppy, sometimes with high waves. The lake is filled with what I call assorted potato sized various shaped smooth shiny stones, constantly rolling and changing shapes from eons of churning in the lake. This makes walking i...
My name is Lois Prince. My husband John and I have lived in this town all our lives. I can tell you about every store and every house, and who lives there. Even though this is the county seat, there aren't more than 2500 people living here. There is a historic old courthouse, built almost a hundred years ago, with the rest of the town laid out in a grid arou...
Chapter 11 Retired Again I arrived in Barnstable just before ten that night. It had been a long day. The flight from Tucson to Houston, then Houston to Boston took a total of seven long hours. Then a rented car from Boston to Barnstable. My faithful old Crown Victoria was still sitting in El Cajon, gathering dust. Maybe it was time to sell it. Get rid of an...
Dave invites Susan home to bunk with him. An odd couple and an unlikely pair, a retired and decorated, former Marine walking with a tall, blonde, beautiful, bag lady, both looked as if they were walking a death march instead of embarking on something new, exciting, and wonderful. They acted more like an old, married couple who barely tolerated one another r...
______ 7 ______ I was already wearing my windbreaker and drinking a cup of coffee when Hans abruptly banged on my door at exactly seven thirty the next morning. He was wearing bib overalls with a light grey jacket and his infamous Caterpillar ball cap. He looked exactly as he had the first time I had met him, thirty five years earlier. Now at seventy five y...
Monday was cool and sunny, with a slight breeze that carried the scent and promise of early autumn. Jack Williams eased his 73-year-old body down on his accustomed bench in the small park downtown and opened his book. He liked this spot under a big oak tree whose leaves had just begun to show signs of changing color. The fresh air was nice and it was shady a...
I first saw Mrs. Evans before the concert. Except for the sons and daughters and their offspring, the crowd was mostly elderly gray haired ladies and bald haired men so it was easy for her to stand out. Little did I know that before the evening was over, I would be fucking her in her own home while her husband slept soundly upstairs. But perhaps I should sta...
I woke up to a beautiful woman fucking me. "I am by no means criticizing you, please continue what you are doing, but who are you? "Your wife, Megan." "Again don't think of this as a complaint but I am not married." She slowed and raised my hand and hers to me; we were wearing identical wedding bands. "I don't remember asking anyone to marry me." "You...
CYNTHIA'S AFFAIR 1 (of 4) It's impossible to pinpoint exactly the time when Cynthia Anders' problem began, probably because there was no one time, only a gradual development. As with most marriages, her's began on a high note, with romance mixed with the normal carnal joys of matrimony. Unfortunately, also as with most marriages, the real world intervened a...
Dusky Salma Tahira may not be glamorous as often seen in fashion world, but her beauty is more subtle, her dusky looks and large rounded eyes with large irises give her a charming and youthful appearance. She has physical traits of a true feminine beauty; narrow shoulder, small rib cage, narrow waist and big buttocks which give her a feminine softly curved,...