Sundays have always been their favorite time together. And a rainy Sunday morning is perfection to them both. She curled her leg around his waist and stretched her lithe body straight, her limbs shaking at the end of the motion, until she again rests her head on her fluffy pillow. A crack of thunder makes them both jump and she snuggles closer to him, enjoying the warmth of his body against hers, the new morning endless.
Jean is a real pistol. She is 50 to my 39 and I suppose she almost looks it. I wouldn't say that she is truly pretty, but she's a ball of fire and has that infinite capacity for enjoying the situation, whatever it is.
She is tall, about 5'9" or so and about 135 or 140, but still diminutive compared to my 6'4" and 245 lbs.
1. Watching Rani reach.
It all started innocently enough as far as I was concerned. I would stop at a gas station on my way to work and pick up the morning paper and a cup of coffee. The only reason I began stopping at this particular place was that it was easy to get in and out of. The reason I continued to go there was Rani.
It's a bit of a librarian look, the way I wear my hair at work. All coiled up on my head, and stuck through with several of those Japanese-looking hair spikes. Not a strand is out of place, and the hair is wound and wrapped tightly into a bun roughly the size of one of those Kaiser rolls the bun it makes is easily the size of one of those Kaiser rolls.
About 3 months after Jeri, I met Janine. Now Janine was a little submissive too. Years earlier when we were teenagers, I'd actually went home with her. She was on that time of the month but had given me a blowjob before we went to sleep and from memory it wasn't that great, mainly because she probably hadn't given one before. Anyway, I was still 26 and she was a couple of years my junior. She had apparently liked me for ages;
Its genesis occurred more than 25 years ago, before I even knew my wife, Louise and lay dormant until a few months ago.
We get together every Friday evening with Roy and Jill, our friends of more than 15 years, alternately hosting dinner followed by a movie. On this particular occasion Roy had something to show us before the main feature.
Neither my body nor my dick asked to get old. Everything still looks good for my 57 years. However, the pill pushers said "Take this for blood pressure and this for cholesterol, this for allergy." With all those pills, good old reliable wasn't reliably raging every morning. In response to that complaint, and true to their calling, the docs said, "Take this for depression.
Maggie woke up in an amorous mood that morning. She bounded out of bed, fed the kids breakfast and got them off to the school bus in record time. She was looking forward to jumping back in bed with her husband when he entered the kitchen. Maggie was disappointed to see Keith had already showered and dressed.
It was late and I was bored with the television, so I turned to the Internet for something to occupy my mind. I knew that I should be upstairs asleep by now because I had to get up for work in a few short hours, but I was still jazzed up from drinking cup after cup of Coca-Cola. It was after midnight already and I wasn't even the slightest bit tired.
The heat was almost unbearable in South Georgia last July, when my wife and I were there for her brother's wedding. The temperature was in the mid nineties by lunch time, and I was wishing she hadn't volunteered us to be the child care while all the other females in the family went to a bride's lunch. Apparently, my wife, Paige, would rather entertain 6 kids than go to a stuffy lunch at the country club.