"Are you Bob the boat builder? I'm Clara and I have just bought an old barge called Melissa and I need some help. I'm planning to renovate and live aboard." "I'm familiar with the boat, I assume you are very wealthy, have nothing else to do and you are a qualified shipwright." "No to all of the above, would you have a look at her for me?" Bob was reluctan...
She came out of her beauty shop on to the small porch. Her husband had built the shop for her in the front of the house. The beauty shop side of the house was painted pink. She was a stout red head with huge knockers. She had the superstructure that could support the burden. She also had the wide steel braced bras that she had caught the boys next door inspe...
Benny's Paper Round When I returned from touring interstate in my campervan, the garden had welcomed me home by showing off its weeds and over-growth of grass where flowers and vegetables could normally have been seen from the back door leading to the yard. I thought the garden could wait a little longer. There were plenty of other things I had to occupy...
Brandon was broke. He had lost his last restaurant gig after getting into a fist fight with one of the line chefs. He had called him a queer in front of customers after he urged him to hurry with the order he placed almost an hour ago. He wasn't really mad he was called a queer, even though he had never made it with another guy. He was angry the chef was giv...
Hi. My name is Emery Wattles. I've worked construction all my life and I've got the build to prove it. "All my life" happens to be only forty-four years old right now, and I plan to live a long time. I made enough money doing construction that I only do it when I want to. I do a lot of consulting and a lot of training, and I do a lot of it on sites so as it...
Okay, I'll admit it. I'm one of those crazy ass preppers, a mountain man armed to the teeth, ready to hole up in my well-stocked, armored and armed fortress home in the advent of civilization's demise. I will also admit there's a chance it's all for naught, that I'm just another loose screw with a finger tip grip on reality. Sure, maybe the world just swims...
It was our first house. We were the 3rd. to buy on the street. The neighbor's house went in the following summer, we weren't particularly overjoyed that it was so close to our property line and set about 4 feet higher than ours. When they moved in, we found them to be a very friendly family of 5, wife in her late 30's, husband about 15 years older, three boy...
Gloria checked her makeup and primped her hair. She looked at herself in the mirror: tight white tank top; short, flared denim skirt; lack of bra for those who could tell. She was hoping she would get laid today by her new yard boy. Her previous yard boy, Danny, had been a gem, and she had seduced him at the beginning of the summer. And then offered herself...
PEEKING On that particular night, she was even more active than ever. Maybe because it was Saturday. There were those nights that she had been almost passive, accepting the hard shaft in a slow rhythm that could be best described as merely accommodating rather than demanding. But not tonight. This evening she was on top, her hips lifting and dropping down...
I became a widow at the young age of 32 and had only ever been with my husband sexually. I was a content wife for 11 years if not satisfied. When I met my husband I was still in high school and more than eager, as most teenaged girls to get away from home. As a lot of girls from my hometown I married my first real boyfriend and lived "happily" ever after. Un...