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Sorority Reunion 01
“Are you sure, James?”
“Absolutely, Mrs. Evans. I think my side yard is big enough to park five or six cars in it. Besides, it will give my roomie a chance to string some extra outdoor mode lighting to highlight the fence so your old Sorority Sisters know where to stop. He kind of likes that kind of thing, so.”
“Oh, yeah, your roomie, the flamboyant one. Anyways, can I also put a sign on your fence to help me end the party at a reasonable hour without seeming like an old biddy of a dead fish? Something like “unattended vehicles will be towed after 11pm” would be a big help with things because pulling this stupid Sorority Sisters reunion has me at my wits end!”
“Now, now, Mrs. Evans, there is nothing wrong with you and you’re a long way from that “old biddy” title and your wits still hold water and besides, these are your girls from back in the day, so, let the good old college days roll!”
“Well, it’s been eons since anyone used the word “girl” around me and I need your side yard for parking because old man Canter’s will throw a hissy fit if my reunion guests take up too much of the street parking, so thanks, James. Also, were you hinting earlier that you wanted to jack off my wits end then, hmm?”
“Mrs. Evans! I thought that I was clear that I wanted to fuck your wits end, but since we haven’t yet, let’s just concentrate on making your reunion party the best ever and you know, get you tucked into bed by 11pm, LOL.”
“Oh, ooh, well, that back fired on me then. I thought I was calling you out to end all this age difference flirting, so, ooh, well, I didn’t think you actually say anything back out loud, so, so, um, well, ooh, oh, whew, saved by the bell! I need to take this call, James, so, thanks again.”
[Ring, ring, ring]
Well, her wits ends are huge! They might be 50, but I am a guy, so all I see is huge! And her other wits end has something to be desired too! But we’re neighbors, so I guess there is a rule or something.
But back to my story. Hi, I’m James and I live next door to Mrs. Evans in Middleton and I would never hear the end of it if I didn’t mention my roomie, Jimmy, who is more of a Jimmie than a Jimmy. But we live our separate lives and to cover my butt with my roomie, Jimmy is the queen of the street. I mean, I have to live with him, right?
Anyways, I have no idea what might happen at a Sorority 30, but I’m sure they will be awake past 11pm and I’m sure they will enjoy themselves. And having a few cars parked on my grass shouldn’t be very harmful and you know, Jimmy can make a temporary parking lot outlined from strings of accent lighting and let his Jimmy flag fly, I guess.
And then probably wave some little flag around to direct the traffic, LOL. And you know, just to protect my precious roomie, I mean, I chipped in, just to keep an eye on things and to open the passenger doors for the ladies, who are not old biddy dead fish.
But as always, geez, it all starts with my flamboyant roomie, right?
“Keep it between the lines, daddy, yeah, that’s right, twist that steering wheel like you want to twist my boy nipples, daddy. Easy daddy, easy, this isn’t some parking garage uptown, daddy, yeah, baby, twist that steering wheel and bring it home, daddy! Oops, oops, daddy, I unfasten all seat beats, so hold your position, daddy!”
[Passenger door opens]
“Oh (giggles), your parking attendant is quite the flamboyant one then, oh, yeah, help me out the car, stud. Whoa, whoa, stud, I’m getting on in life, so slow it down a little, young man. Harold, tip the boy!”
“Oh, yeah, my daddy, all tips go directly into my back pocket, daddy!”
[Slows things down and extends a helping hand]
“The sidewalk will lead you directly to Mrs. Evans front steps, um, Mrs.????”
“Oh, just Helen or Horny Helen as I was known in the Sorority house. And I’ll just use this banister right here to help myself out of the car, if you don’t mind. It seems sturdy enough.”
“Helen, enjoy the party and all spare ice is kept here at my house because Mrs. Evans ran out of room in her freezer, so feel to knock on our door and feel free to steady yourself with my sturdy banister then, okay?”
“Hmm, I guess I like that you call Barb as Mrs. Evans then and I’ll be sure to be ice patrol, so?”
[Mwah]
“Oh, oh my, now this is what I call car service then!”
[Mwah, rub, rub, mwah, smooch, rub, rub]
“Well, now all I can think about is getting embarrassed later when we leave because you’ll expect payment and I’ll be fresh out of cash!”
“[Cheek mwah] I’ll work on a payment plan, Helen, Horny Helen, so, follow the sidewalk then.”
“Harold! Stop fag bickering with that flamboyant boy and escort us to Barb’s party!”
I mean, when your Sorority nickname is Horny Helen, right? And damn, I should have had Jimmy ergene escort extend the parking assignment mood light strings well into the backyard, LOL.
“Oh yeah, pappa, back it in, pappa and back door it slowly, pappa and oh yeah, I see where your eyes are focused in the side mirror, pappa, right where many men in Middleton in focus, pappa, I mean, my bulge is enticing, yet not intimidating, right pappa? Come on, pappa, back it in and don’t lose your fag focus, pappa!”
[Passenger door opens]
“Oh (giggles), your parking assistant is a bit flamboyant, isn’t he, (giggles).”
[Extends a helping hand]
“The sidewalk will lead you directly to Mrs. Evans front steps, um, Mrs.????”
“Oh, Mrs. Burns, but you can call me Betsy. So, um???”
“James, James the Sorority 30 party escort. You got this, Jimmy?”
“Hah, my pappa is hypnotized!”
“This way, Betsy Burns! I’ll see you safely to the front door of the party then.”
I mean, Mrs. Evans was concerned about the safety of her reunion party guests and all, so.
[Mwah, ummah, smooch, mwah, smooch, smack, smack]
“Well, this just might be the best party that I’ve attended in quite some time then, James, so?”
“And this just might the best tongue tagging that I’ve ever experienced, Mrs. Betsy Burns! That was absolutely wicked!”
[Mwah, ummah, smooch, grope, mwah, grab, smooch, grope, smack, smack, mwah]
“Well, James, you did see me safely to door and all and I haven’t taken my faggot hubby’s temperature that way in quite a few years, so?”
“Well, if you need anything tonight, Betsey, I mean, my house is just a quickie away, I mean, a few quick steps away, so?”
“Oh, oh my, well, I hope I need to save the party later than, James.”
[Mwah, ummah, smooch, grope, mwah, grab, smooch, grope, smack, smack, mwah]
“Ahem, sorry honey, but I got all confused parking the car, so, shall we go inside then and let the parking attendant stud get back to his duties then, hmm?”
LOL, or the hubby had it with the kissing on the front porch for short!
“Hey, are you watching the strings of mood lighting for proper parking or are you consumed with how I’m wearing such short shorts tonight, hmm?”
“Oh, um, well, I didn’t want to snag any of the light strings with my bumper or side mirror, so?”
“Well, zip it right up the middle buddy and I’ll stand right up the middle and unzip my Denim shorts for you as a target if that helps! And be quick about as we have a line on the street! Also, aren’t you a little young for this crowd then, hmm? You seem more like a boyfriend than a daddy, so?”
“Oh, um, I’m dropping off my step mom and the things she brought for the party, so my parking is short term then, okay?”
“Oh, so, are you saying that you’re going to bulge a couple of boyfriend muscles while carrying a couple of boxes then, hmm? I’m Jimmy, by the way and you can call me Jimmie if you like, so?”
[Passenger door opens]
“Oh (giggles), your partner is a little forward then, but (giggle) they are both named Jimmy, tee, he.”
[Extends a helping hand]
“The sidewalk will lead you directly to Mrs. Evans front steps, um, Mrs.????”
“I’m shy, I mean, I’m Cheyanne Chambers, I mean, I’m expected inside the party with my boxes of memorabilia from our Sorority Sister’s days gone by and where is your Jimmy and my step son Jimmy getting off to then, hmm, um?
“Oh, I’m James and my Jimmy is the designated flamboyant party decorator of the street. It’s kind of his thing. And I’m sure that my Jimmy is just helping your Jimmy with the boxes of things gone by, so?”
“So, you and your Jimmy then, James???”
“Nope, we separate, lives, LOL, very different lives. I’m just normal single guy, so?”
“So, as a normal and single guy, James, you want my tits then, right?”
“I mean, Mrs. Chambers, before we met, I thought I was doing fine in life, but now, I mean, I can feel death setting in for not having your tits by the end of the reunion party, Chey, so.”
“Well, snap, I might have to stay longer tonight than I expected to, even though I’m like a ton older than you, James, so? And OMG, stop grabbing your throat and making that face! You’re not dying!”
Ahh, a ton, a decade, a couple of years, a handful of years, whatever! Fat and full tits are still fat and full tits!
[Mwah, ummah, smooch, grope, mwah, grab, smooch, grope, smack, smack, mwah]
“I mean, for record, James, I didn’t just pop a tit out for you! It’s just that this dress wasn’t designed to engage in close hand to hand and hand to crotch combat, so?”
[Mwah, ummah, smooch, grope, mwah, grab, smooch, grope, smack, smack, mwah]
And I had no idea what happened with my Jimmy and her Jimmy, but I do know that one tit out is amazing!
And after I got Mrs. Chambers’ ermenek escort safely into the party, after a few more smooches and gropes, I noticed a car that was acted oddly. Like he stopped short nearer to my sidewalk than my side yard grass, which I attended to anyways.
“Um, sir, you can just pull onto the grass and park along side of the other vehicles, so? Just go ahead and park your car in between the strings of accent mood lighting, so, hello? Sir?”
[Passenger door opens and slams shut]
“Oh, he and his faggot friends have been texting about some flamboyant parking attendant, so, OMG, that faggot will sit there with engine running until he gets his fag flamboyant! Anyways, I gave him the excuse that I needed a powder room quick to give him a way out, so?????”
“Oh, um, well, my Flamboyant roomie, Jimmy, keeps our master powder room flamboyantly clean, so, um, this way then, um??? I’m James, the neighbor, parking attendant and reunion party escort, so?.”
“(Huffs), Nancy, Nancy Williams, so?????”
I mean, like five question marks always means “get to it then” or something, right? Well, I got with it by gently cupping Mrs. Williams’ ass and guiding her to my front door while her faggot hubby sat there in the car and waiting for the flamboyant Jimmy roomie to park him and I still had no idea where my Jimmy and the other Jimmy were, so.
“Holy bejesus! Two single guys live here? Well, one single guy and one flamboyant boy? This place looks like a TV commercial set!”
“Well, keeping things neat and clean is Jimmy’s thing, so the bathroom is just that way, Mrs. Williams, so?”
“Hmm, I bet you just call me Nancy after I suck you off and while sitting on the toilet and peeing at the same time, James. There are many things one learns in a Sorority, James. Oh, and not only is that a bet, I’ll follow that up with a dare, James, I dare for you to try to gag me, James!”
I mean, Sororities, right? They are worth donating to people! You know, to funding current for all of the things that they can learn to do!
[Slurp, pee, gulp, geez, ug, ow, pee, slurp, ug, ug, ug, woo, ug, pee, ugh, ugh, ooh, ow, stud, ooh]
“Oh, Mrs. Williams, I mean, Nancy, you’re winning, Nancy, oh, you’re winning it all right now!”
[Slurp, pee, gulp, gag, ug, ow, pee, slurp, ug, ug, pee, woo, ug, pee, ugh, ugh, ooh, ow, stud, ooh, oh!]
“Oh, yeah, Nancy, take the win! A win for the ages! Oh, ooh, ahh, oh, ahh, oh, ahh, ahh, ooh.”
“Hmm, young adult juice! That’s tasty, James! Oh, shall I leave my undies behind then, hmm?”
“Well, I mean, I thought Mrs. Evans put that on the RSVP in fine print, so.”
“[Mwah] keep them away from the flamboyant one [mwah] LOL, or not!”
And then I at least found Jimmy, my Jimmy, well, my roomie, Jimmy, not my Jimmy. He was back on the job and cranking it up!
“I can count the wrinkles from here, gramps, pull it in and shut it down! But I’m feeling quite relieved right now, so I’ll unfasten your seat belt the hard way or maybe the best way, gramps! Hey, wait, James, does that lady belong with this car then, roomie?”
“Jimmy, take care of gramps while I escort his much younger looking wife to the reunion party. She baled out in the driveway while gramps was rubbing himself while waiting for you to finish up with the other Jimmy, so?”
[Jimmy spots the clear sign of lip sheen that is not lip gloss on the younger looking wife]
“Smack in park, gramps! And maybe you can smack my ass around while I recount your wrinkles!”
I mean, I think that was all talk from Jimmy, right? I mean, who would ever count an old guy’s wrinkles, right?
“[Mwah] That’s for saying his “much younger looking wife” just now, James. And I look forward to getting back in the car later, gag master!”
[Beep, beep]
[James huffs and puffs his way back to the side yard parking area, huff, puff, wheeze]
“One spot left, sir, so circle around and wait for the flamboyant attendant to guide you in. I’ll take the wife from here while you hold your position.”
[Passenger door opens]
“Oh (giggles), well, I never, LOL, but now it makes sense why Gene always takes the long way home from work by driving past the fag flop house! Anyways, ooh, la, la then, attendant!”
“I’m here to help and escort, Mrs., um?”
[Extends a helping hand]
“Hmm, Connie Wakefield, married to a late blooming fag and don’t care, so?”
“James, single and I’m the reunion party side parking lot escort for tonight, so?”
“So, if the fag hubby can get a hand job right here in the parking spot from the flamboyant one then, I mean????”
I mean, that’s why side yards have that little hidden space, right?
[Fap, kiss, fap, kiss, fap, kiss, fap, fap, fap, kiss, fap, fap, stroke, two hands, tightens the grip, fap]
“More eryaman escort kisses, Mrs. Wakefield.”
“Men! Always wanting more kisses!”
[Slurp, kiss, gulp, geez, ug, ow, kiss, slurp, ug, ug, ug, woo, ug, kiss, ugh, ugh, ooh, ow, kiss, ooh, oh!]
“Men! Always blowing a juicy nut from more kisses!”
[Slurp, clean, lick, slurp, give me that drizzle, slurp, kiss, kiss, slurp, lick, lick, lick]
“Hmm, are you my side cock now, James? Even before the end of the party tonight?”
“Mrs. Wakefield, I mean, I thought I was doing alright in life and then you showed me how good “more kisses” can feel, so I should be your Tuesday and Thursday side cock then, maybe?”
“Well, I need a good excuse to scream “men”, so, okay, James. How are my tits looking tonight then, James? I mean, now that you shoved back inside of my lowcut dress because men always a tit popped out when getting more kisses, so?”
“I mean, I can feel death setting in on me without them popped out, Mrs. Wakefield, so?”
“Men! Always dying for not having enough tits popped out!”
“Just follow the sidewalk to the reunion party, Mrs. Wakefield and please, feel free to step out later for a breath of fresh air and a doggie quickie!”
“Men! Always wanting it quick! But I’ll see what I can do, stud [mwah].”
[Beep, beep]
“Is the side lot full, buddy?”
“Sorry, sir, but, yes, yes, it is, but you can park just in front of my house, okay? Just pull into the driveway first so that the wifey wife can step out of the car without stepping on the grass.”
[Passenger door opens]
“Oh (giggles), well, this reunion party has promise then, um?”
“James, a lonely single guy who thought everything in life was going along just fine until Mrs. Evans’ Sorority Sister’s started to show up. Um?”
“Brenda. Brenda Benson. And I guess it’s safe to say that you and I will find ourselves lost in a moment later since you’ve already lifted the front of my dress and figured out that I still shave it clean down there or am I missing reading things, James, hmm?”
“I mean, Mrs. Benson, my life, I mean, I’ve missed the butt sex, Mrs. Benson and I’m not just saying that because my roomie is inside of your car and sitting your hubby’s lap as he explains the street parking rules to your faggot hubby, so?”
“Hmm, well, if I yelp, James, it won’t be from pain, so?”
“Well, I may need proof positive of that, Mrs. Benson and my bedroom is just a few steps away, so?”
[Thump, thump, thrust, slap, slap, slam, slam, thump, thump, thrust, thrust, slam, slam, slap, smack]
“Ooh, ooh, whoa, oh, yelp, oh, James, James, take my pussy later too, James!”
[Thump, thrust, slap, slap, slam, slam, thump, thump, thrust, thrust, slam, slam, slap, smack]
“OMG, Mrs. Benson, this is so tight!”
[Thump, thrust, slap, slap, slam, slam, thump, thump, thrust, thrust, slam, slam, slap, smack]
“Just bang it like you own it, James, oh, oh, ooh, oh, oh, whoa, whoa, oh.”
“Let your tits out, Mrs. Benson.”
[Plop, flop, plop, flop]
“Tweak them, James, twist them up! Oh, oh, screw me deep, James, flip me over, baby! That’s enough of how my hubby takes it from his friends, James, do me proper, James, finish off in my front proper baby.”
LOL, okay, but for sanitary purposes, yeah, the condom had to go, right?
[Thump, thrust, slap, slap, slam, slam, thump, thump, thrust, thrust, slam, slam, slap, smack]
“Oh, James, hit me with your juice, baby, wet my thighs, James.”
“Your thighs are my slaves now, Mrs. Benson!”
“They are, James, my thighs are slaves for you, oh, oh, James, that’s, oh, hit me hard, James!”
Well, when you’re 23, that’s what you do!
And that was about that until, LOL, you know, it was time for the reunion party to wind down, right? And because I knew Mrs. Evans might be wearing down, LOL, I chipped and barged right into the affair.
“Alright then, men, be gentlemen and star your vehicles for all of your lovely wives and pay attention to every instruction that my flamboyant roomie barks out at you! Also, he has already changed into his jammies, so?”
[Swish, swoosh, evacuate, the men were gone]
“Alright, alright, alright, hold the damn Sorority Sister’s boat! All of you damn college bitches have been way too happy tonight! So, I propose a toast. All those of you who haven’t let their boobs out for my neighbor, James, tonight, toast and cheers!?!?!?!?”
[One glass raises and tips]
LOL, yep, only Mrs. Evans raised her glass in a toast! LOL, even their original house mom, Mrs. Burns, who must be nearing 70, didn’t raise her glass! But Mrs. Evans sure did glare her eyes! At her old house mom, Mrs. Burns! I mean, I’m the guy, so this type of behavior is expected from me, right?
“What, Barb? Just because I’m 70, I’m supposed to miss out? I mean, this young man helped me up the front steps and then my dress just slipped off of my shoulders and then my bra slipped down, that’s all. And by the way, what’s your problem then, you old biddy of a cold fish?”
End Sorority Sister Reunion 01
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