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*******************Read Me First************************************
My erotic fiction stories are for adults only. If you are not at
least twenty one years old, please do not read this story. It
contains explicit sex and is not to be read if you are underage or
live where it is illegal to do so. The characters and places in
this story are completely fictional and any resemblance to anyone
or anything real is completely accidental and coincidental. Re-post
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non-commercial.
Mrs. James Wentworth Preston
(a Pen Name)
Copyright 2000
*************************Thank You***********************************
Mrs. James Wentworth Preston
Chapter 27
Family Tree
Justine and Maryann caught their breath and took refreshing showers
after their morning lovemaking. Justine told Maryann to put some
clothes and shoes on; they were going into their storage to find the
boxes of Grandmother Preston's stuff. Maryann complained about
missing pool sun time, but Justine was firm.
"I can't move all that stuff around and haul out the boxes by myself.
I'll tell Billy Joe what a bitch you are and he'll dump you like a
dead fish!" Justine swatted her daughter's ass playfully, "And if you
don't hurry up, I'll never let you use my car again!"
Maryann stood suddenly and decided, "Yes! That's it. I need a new
car! Now that Daddy has all this money, we can afford it!" Maryann
jumped up and down, clapping her hands like she did when she was a
cheerleader at the high school football games. "Oh boy! A new car!"
"Yes, but rude bitches who are mean to their Mothers don't get new
cars; they get shit junkers! Only nice daughters who do what their
told get shiny new cars. So get your ass moving!" Justine demanded as
she put on her housedress and shoes.
Maryann frowned and started to go get dressed but her Mother stopped
her with a kiss.
"Honey, you're right. You deserve a nice car. I'll help you. But
I'd suggest that you be sure to always include a new car for Junior.
That heap of his is falling apart. He really needs one. You'd be
smart, as you plead with your Father, to insist that he get his first
before you, that way I'm sure you'll win the support of both your Dad
and your brother. See, it's like your Father said at dinner. Help
your friends get what they need, and they'll help you get what you
need. If you help Junior decide on what he wants, then you'll know a
lot more about what you need. What style, what color, what make, what
model. There's a lot of things to consider. Upkeep is very
important. You'd want something simpler than what he's going to want.
But the service and maintenance is very important. Junior could work
on his, but you never will. There's lots of way to find out about
cars. Ask around, get suggestions and ideas from your friends. I bet
Billy Joe knows a lot about cars. I'm sure he'll help. Start
learning about cars so you can impress your Father with your maturity.
The more you find out, the better you'll be. Learn something about
engines, tires, interiors, and paint finishes. At least so you can
understand the basics. And don't forget Junior's car. In fact, you
should insist on it. You know you love your brother and you must
agree that he has to have a dependable car to get to school. Ok?"
"Yes, Mommy. You're right. I'll do it your way."
"Keep thinking and keep asking around. Find out what kind of cars
Sylvia and Kelly drive. Talk to Keri and Geri. See what they think.
Don't pay much attention to the radio, television, newspaper, or
magazine advertisements. After all, only the cars that don't sell
need advertising. The good ones don't need advertising. They sell
because they're good! And that's what you want. It won't be cheap,
but it will be worth it. Your Father will buy you the best that you
want, but you've got to sell it to him on the basis of what you know
about it. Do you understand honey?"
"Right Mom. I see exactly what you mean. Thank you for your wisdom.
Let me run up and get some clothes on. I'll be right back."
They kissed again and Maryann left smiling at how smart her Mother was
about how to deal with her Father and brother. She dashed up the
stairs and put on shorts, a T-shirt, and shoes. She returned to help
her Mom find the boxes she wanted and carried them to the Den. An
hour later, the Den carpet was covered with papers, books, files,
newspaper clippings, and photos. Maryann was sorting thru the old
photographs and Justine was looking in a box of old letters. They
found an old Bible that had belonged to Dr. Wentworth's wife, but it
had no list of family or relatives.
There were a lot of letters from Grandma's husband who'd died in the
first world war. There were also letters from her sister, Amanda.
Amanda spoke about her three kids, but there was no mention of a long
lost brother. Maryann began to check the back of the photographs and
set aside those with names on them. The girls worked sorting the
stuff for quite a while, they took a break. They got their ice tea
and returned to look at the what they'd done. They were making
headway, but it seemed hopeless. They agreed to keep looking until
they'd gone thru it all. After another half an hour, Maryann found a
broken frame and glass on the bottom or the photograph box. She
carefully put the smashed glass in the wastebasket and lifted the
photo out to check the back. Like peeling back thru time, she found
two more photographs behind the first photo. The bottom one was
labeled on the back: `Dr. Wentworth and wife'!
"Mom! Look at this! It's Doctor Wentworth and his wife. You know,
the healers!"
Excitedly they studied the photo. The couple looked well dressed, he
with a long black beard, a broad brim black hat, and doctor's satchel,
she with a fancy hat, umbrella, and what looked like a leather
medicine bag in her lap as she sat next to her husband. They looked
at the other photos and one was marked: `Joseph and I' and the other
was labeled: `Mom and Dad'.
"Wow!" Justine exclaimed. "That's them! Grandma Preston's Mom and
Dad! I've been reading their letters; the ones he sent from the
Spanish-American war. And the other is Grandma and her husband
Joseph. Those are his letters from the First World War I've been
reading. I remember he got killed there. Oh. . . . wait just a
minute!" Justine squinted as she tried to remember something. "Yes!
I remember now! There's a small metal box somewhere, with important
stuff in it. Now where did we put it? Did you see one in the storage
room?"
"No, but let me go look again." Maryann got to her feet.
Justine stood too, remembering. "It bigger than a shoe box; about
twice as wide but not higher." She made the shape with her hands.
"It's black and had leather on it, but it was mostly rotted off."
Justine squinted her eyes; a habit she had when she tried to remember
something. "Hey! Yes, I remember now. Your Father wouldn't put it
in the storage because of the rotting leather. He said it was too
valuable. Now, what did he do with it? Let me think for a minute. .
. . Yes, of course! He put it up in the top of his closet. Come on
dear, let's go get that box!"
The two women went into the master bedroom and opened James' closet.
It was on the top shelf, Justine was sure. It was too high for them,
so Justine suggested that Maryann stand on one of the soft chairs and
she'd support her.
"No, Mom. That's the wrong way. Let me go get the small step ladder
from the garage. I'll be right back."
Maryann dashed into the garage, got the small step ladder, and quickly
returned to her Dad's closet. She set it up and climbed up, getting
her Mother to hold her hips steady. Maryann rummaged around, found
the box, and slid it out. Carefully she stepped down and held it out
for her Mother. Justine took the box and carried it into the Den.
They lay some newspaper down to set the rusty old box upon and creaked
it open. There they found their treasure. The old letters had mostly
crumpled but they did find a beautiful war medal marked `San Juan
Cuba' and others with engravings in French.
"Dr. Wentworth's Son was killed in Cuba and must have earned this
medal. I read in a letter that his wife died soon after of small pox.
These French medals were Joseph Preston's, Grandma's husband who died
in France. Oh my God! Here's the Bible we've been looking for.
Let's take a look!"
They huddled together, sitting on the floor, and studied it. It was a
family bible that belonged to Doctor and Mrs. Wentworth. They had
entered their wedding and birth dates, and those of their son Robert
with his marriage and children's birth dates. It obviously was handed
down to him and his wife after the death of the good Doctor and his
wife. It showed that Ester, their Grandma Preston, was the oldest
child. Amanda, her sister was next, then James was the youngest. He
must have been the one who ran off!
"Damn!" Justine realized. "It's true! Professor Wentworth is a long
lost cousin of your Dads. I'd better call him up. We need to meet
them!"
Justine called the University and asked for Dr. Wentworth. Which one?
The operator wanted to know. She asked for Robert and got the
Department secretary. She explained that he wouldn't be in until
after lunch. Justine then dialed his home and Patty answered. Once
she identified herself as Junior's Mom, the two women talked freely.
Justine told her about the photos, letters, medals, and the Bible.
Patty got excited. "Oooh! I've just got to see that!"
"Why don't you two come over for dinner tomorrow night. Maryann and I
have everything spread out on the carpet in the Den. I'd hate to put
it all away and just have to sort thru it all again later. I'm sure
you'd like to have some of the stuff. Yes, come over for a casual
meal and lots of long lost memories. Ok? Good. It's a date. Oh,
just follow Junior home after school. We'll have drinks and dinner
and we'll just get to know each other. Ok? Good bye until tomorrow
night!"
Justine rejoined Maryann, still looking thru the stuff on the Den
carpet.
"It's all set. They'll be here for dinner tomorrow. Ohhh! She
sounded so sexy!"
"Who?" Maryann demanded. "Who sounded sexy?"
"Patty. The Professor's wife. She's a Doctor too. Bio-Chemistry.
Very smart, Junior says. And an excellent fuck too. And, she likes
to eat pussy! Hmmmm! Too bad you'll be out with your new boyfriend.
I'll have to eat her, I mean entertain her all alone. Maybe I'll wipe
her with a clean handkerchief; I'll let you smell it if you're good!"
"Mom!" Maryann whined. "Give me a break!"
"You just go play with your boyfriend while I suck some prime pussy!"
Justine teased. "Oh, I'd better go check on my special spices. There
really isn't enough left over for four."
Maryann continued to look at the old papers and stuff from Grandma
Preston. Actually she was Maryann's Great Grandmother. Her Dad's
Father, Grandma Preston's son, had died in Vietnam. Dad's Mom had
died of alcoholism within a year of her husband's death. Grandma
Preston had raised Dad and she was the only Grandma the kids had ever
known; Mom's parents had been killed in an auto accident while she was
just a young teenager.
Suddenly Justine dashed into the Den and stepped over the piles to the
desk and telephone. She got out her fat personal telephone book and
began to search thru it.
"What's wrong Mom?" Maryann asked.
"I'm out of fucking white flower!" she muttered.
"What? Do you want me to go to the store?"
"No dear. I'm out of one of the special spices. `Spring Mountain
Stream White Flower', that's what your herbalist Great, Great, Great
Grandmother called it. Your Aunt Louise was taught by her Mom, who
learned from her mother Amanda, Grandma Preston's sister, how to find
the plant. She's a herbalist too. She promised that she'd send me
some, but I guess we both forgot. Shit! Where is her number?"
Justine searched her telephone/address lists wildly.
"Well! God Bless this address book. Here it is!" Justine dialed the
number, but got no answer. She tried a second number and got a
`Hello. Louise's Herbs!'
"Yes! Hello. Aunt Louise? This is James Preston's wife, Justine.
How are you? Yes, yes thank you. I'm fine too. How's the shop
going? Oh really? Well, congratulations! That sounds really
marvelous. Oh, I see. Yes, capital is important. Yes. Oh, your
daughter? She's how old now, ah sixteen, seventeen? Oh my, nineteen
now. She's working with you? Runs the mail order web site? Hey, I'm
impressed. Sounds great! Oh say. let me tell you why I'm calling.
When we last talked, I guess it was last winter. Yes, around the
holidays, I asked you for some white flower and you said you'd send
it, but I never got it! Oh, well moving is such a hassle. Oh, sure I
can hang on!"
Aside to Maryann, "She's gone looking for it. She remembers packing
it. She thinks she saw it in the shipping room a while ago."
"Hello! Yes, I'm here! Oh, Yes. You found it! Great! You'll send
it? That would be wonderful. And there's another reason I'm
calling. Do you remember Grandma Amanda talking about their long lost
brother? Yes? Well he had a son who had a son who is a very
important Professor at the University. Yes. He's Doctor Robert
Wentworth! Yes, he's named after Amanda's and Ester's Grandfather.
Yes, Robert the only son of Doctor Wentworth and his wife, the
herbalist. Yes. And they're coming here. Tomorrow night! I haven't
met him, but he's my son's Professor and he sounds really dreamy.
Well, yes I know. Yes, but you know. . . . yes, well, I'll ask. What
time do you think you could get here? Oh, that early? Well that
would be wonderful! I remember the last time we were together! Yes,
it was an amazing day. You're bringing Heather? You don't think
we'll shock her? No, Ok. Well that settles that. You'll stay the
night, won't you? Even if the Professor can't stay, we'll drive over
to their house and visit them. I hear he and his wife have a fabulous
home. Oh, bring any old photographs, letters, papers, or Bibles that
Grandma Amanda had. My daughter and I have spent most of the day
getting out the boxes and going thru the old stuff. We found an old
photograph of The Doctor Wentworth and his wife. Ester? Her name was
Ester? Wow, I didn't know that! Ok, yes. And bring the white
flower too. I'll make my special spaghetti sauce for Saturday night
dinner. We'll have a blast! Ok! Do you have our number? Call when
you get to town and we'll guide you in. Yes, thanks. I love you too.
It will be so good to see you. And Heather. Yes, Good bye!"
"Wow! Now I'm really horny. Good old Louise." Juesine said.
"What's going on Mom?" Maryann asked.
"Your Aunt Louise and her daughter are driving down Saturday morning
and will stay overnight. They want me to get the Professor to stay
overnight so that we can have a family reunion of sorts on Saturday.
This will be such fun! God, I can hardly wait!"
"Sounds like a lot of work to me. All these weird people. Why did
you say that it made you horny?" Maryann asked.
"Darling, I need to tell you some history. When I met your Father, I
was a very stupid girl. I looked good but I only knew the rudiments
of sex. Your Father really taught me what fucking was all about. He
explained and taught me everything I know about boy/girl sex. After
we were married and before you were born, I met Louise at a family
gathering with Grandma Preston and her sister Amanda's clan. I won't
go into details, but Louise recognized a kindred soul in me. She
taught me girl love. She made me cum and cum and cum. I almost left
your Father for her. She just laughed at me and wouldn't even think
of it. She was married too. After she gave birth to Heather, she
divorced the cheating asshole that she'd married. We saw her from
time to time over the years, the last time was at Grandma Preston's
funeral. When ever I see her she makes me swoon. There's just
something about her. Wait until you meet her. Whenever we met, I'd
get wet and sag at my knees. She'd laugh and take me to her room.
She'd eat me until I couldn't cum anymore. Then I'd eat her until she
couldn't cum. God, she tastes so incredible. I think it's got to do
with her herbal/vegetarian diet. And I asked her about Heather, her
daughter, and she says that she's even a better pussy licker than she
is. She said that she'll be able to make me cum within two minutes."
"Wow Mom, this is going to be a wild weekend."
"Yes, it will. Did Junior tell you about his Professor and his wife?
No? Then let me say just this, both of them are bisexual. Junior
says that Patty loves to eat pussy. Let's see, that's three bisexual
guys and three bi girls, one straight guy, and two girl lovers at
least; I don't know if they do guys. The combinations of all nine of
us. Just think! You can get triple fucked by girls alone! I'd
better call your Dad and tell him the good news. And I'd better ask
the Wentworths if they'll stay over too!" Justine picked up the
telephone to make her calls.
Maryann continued sorting thru the old papers and books, trying to
separate them into workable piles. Her thoughts kept drifting to sex;
girl sex. The idea of being multi-fucked by three girls at a time was
making her hot. Just the thought gave her goose bumps. Her nipples
got hard and her pussy started dripping. `God, four women sucking and
fucking her at once. One at her mouth, one at her tits, one at her
pussy, and one at the asshole.' She shivered at the happy thought.
When Jusinte got off the telephone, she turned and found Maryann
playing with her tits under her T-shirt and her hand down inside her
shorts teasing her clit. Justine was hot too and she snapped open her
bodice and yanked off her house dress as she stepped over the piles of
papers to join Maryann on the carpet. She helped Maryann strip off
her shorts and T-shirt and they lay together to make out. Soon they
were reversed so they could suck each other. First Maryann cried out
in her cum, since she'd had a head start. Maryann got back to sucking
and Justine soon rushed thru several cums. The Mother/daughter
combination continued trying to outdo each other. Justine got nasty
first; sticking her tongue up into Maryann's ass to flutter it around,
driving Maryann into three successive cums. Maryann in turn attacked
Justine's ass, her most sensitive area, and made her scream as her ass
and pussy were finger-fucked furiously while her clit was chewed.
After a half hour of lust, two rolled apart, gasping for breath,
satisfied for the moment.
"Mom, let's go out to the pool." Maryann suggested.
"No honey, I've got to finish this up. You go ahead without me."
Maryann padded nude out to the patio and jumped into the pool. Even
as she cooled off in the clear water, her thoughts were nasty,
wondering what the three new cunts would taste like. After she swam
around a bit, she ended up on the steps. She lay half in and half out
of the water teasing her nipples while she fingered her clit and
pussy. Her mind drifted in a sexy haze thinking about all those girls
with hot pussies as she made herself cum over and over again.
Justine looked out the kitchen window and saw her daughter dreamily
jerking off in the pool. A wave of lust coursed thru her as she
watched her beautiful daughter cum. Justine thought `what the hell'
and stripped off her house dress, again, and went to the pool. She
jumped in with a laugh and a big *SPLASH*, giggling at Maryann as the
wave rolled over her where she sat on the low steps at the end of the
pool.
The two swam around, splashing and teasing each other. Maryann told
Justine that she hadn't had an original idea about sex ever and was
only an `convenient hole' for any man's cum. Justine grabbed
Maryann's nipples and squeezed them painfully as she told her daughter
she was just a stupid blond that would never amount to anything but a
bitch in heat with her heels in the air. Maryann screamed at her and
dove under water to bite her Mom's pussy lips, *hard*! Justine cried
out and yelled at Maryann some more. She called her a bitch, whore,
slut, cum-slut; on and on. They ended up in each other arms ,
laughing and kissing. Soon the kisses turned hot and they ended up in
the outdoor Jacuzzi, loving each other again.
They rested in the hot bubbles of the Jacuzzi, catching their breath.
Maryann was thinking about what her Mom had said about never amounting
to anything.
"I know you were kidding me, but I want you to know that I have been
thinking about what to do with the rest of my life. I think I will go
to campus and spend a weekend there, like Junior wants me to do with
that girl Emily. But I don't think I'm ready to go to college. I
think I need to get a job or start my own business."
"Good," Justine agreed. 'You ought to check out the college life. I
hear the campus is beautiful. It will be slower in the summer and I
think you might be able to help that girl some, if you handle it
right."
They talked for a while about Emily's problem, discussing various
tactics any ways to get the girl to the health center and to begin to
exercise. Justine was pleased that Maryann was going to try to help
Junior with Emily. Justine knew that her daughter was smart and a
humanitarian; she'd do just fine if she put her mind to it.
"What's this about a job, or starting a business? You got any ideas?"
Justine asked.
"Well, I've been thinking that Keri and Geri have a really nice
business. I don't know how well they make out, but the fancy way they
run Suzzane's and how nice they live, seems to me to be a good
indication that it's a really good way to work and live. I don't
expect to compete against them for the women; but perhaps something
similar could be done for men. I don't know, but I think that there's
a possibility there. I think I'll ask Keri and Jeri for a job. I
could see how it works out, ya know?"
"Maryann, that's a fantastic idea. Oh, your father is going to be so
happy. I'm not going to say anything, I'll leave that for you. But
I'd suggest that you don't say anything until you get a job offer.
That will prove to him how mature you are and ready accept
responsibility for yourself. Oh darling," Justine hugged and kissed
her daughter, "you make me so happy! I just knew that you would come
up with a good idea!"
Justine was really happy at her daughter's sensible ideas. They
played in the water some more and ended up making love again, this
time in the master bedroom. After forty five minutes of loving,
Justine rolled over exhausted. They napped for a half an hour and
showered together. Maryann went upstairs to dress for her date with
Billy Joe and Justine dressed to begin dinner.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
At the office, Billy Joe had his announcement meeting at 10:30 AM.
The stage in the cafeteria had been kept, per Kelly's instructions.
She felt that people worked hard every day and it wouldn't be too
difficult to have some kind of announcement every day, usually a
recognition event for a deserving person or team. The screen of the
in-house TV system listed: 'Personnel Announcement. 10:30. Coffee
Break in the Cafeteria. Free on Me - Kelly.'
Billy Joe had been nervous about the public display of him, but Kelly
took him into her office, stripped off her blouse and bra, opened his
pants, and sucked him off. It didn't take her experienced mouth long
to get him to cum. She took the first splat of his cum in her mouth,
the rest she splattered on her face, running down to drip onto her
boobs. Kelly released his cock and Billy Joe sat down gasping for
breath as he watched Kelly rub his cum into her face, neck, and chest.
After massaging it all into her skin, Kelly dressed, checked her make-
up, kissed Billy Joe, took his hand, and walked with him to the
cafeteria announcement meeting.
At 10:30 sharp, Kelly mounted the stage with Billy Joe in tow and
addressed the gathering and the in-house TV audience.
"I'm sad to announce that Billy Joe is leaving my employ as the
security guy!"
A moan arose in the crowd. Everyone liked Billy Joe and appreciated
his nightly watch on the office and care of the late workers,
especially the women who'd he walk to their cars in the dark. Kelly
spoke about his fine service and years of excellent work for the
company and for the company's employees. She invited James up from
the audience and James spoke kindly of Billy Joe too.
"The board has authorized a new award and has asked me to present it
to Billy Joe as it's first recipient," James told the crowd. "Ever
since we hired Billy Joe as night security, we've not had a break in,
any vandalism, or anyone hassled or harassed while getting to their
car while Billy Joe was on duty. Thru rain, sleet, or snow, Billy Joe
has performed an exemplary job. Years of 100% attainment. Would
someone hand me that box on the table? Yes, that one." James held up
the wood box with a glass front door, a medal displayed inside.
"Kelly, would you give me a hand here?" Kelly held the box upright as
James opened the door and removed the medal, a silver `Thumbs Up!'
hanging from a red-white-and-blue ribbon. James said as he held up
the medal, "On behalf of the Board of Directors of The Preston
Industries Corporation, I am honored to present Billy Joe with the
very first `Thumbs Up' award for excellent, can-do service!" James
draped the ribbon around Billy Joe's neck and moved back to applaud
along with the rest of the employees in the cafeteria, the offices,
and the plant where many watched on the closed circuit TV. "Speech!
Speech!" some folks yelled.
An embarrassed Billy Joe moved to the microphone and muttered a thank
you and his appreciation for all his fine coworkers. He grinned at
the loud applause and the catcalls from his friends in the crowd,
who'd never seen him so humble.
James and Kelly exited the stage as Sylvia bounced on. She'd worn
another sexy dress, a short yellow number that showed a lot of leg and
plenty of bare chest. Before anyone got the chance to leave, Sylvia
began her spiel.
"Now that Billy Joe is unemployed," she laughed with the audience, "I
thought I'd hire him as the new Manager of Corporate Security!" The
crowd roared and yelled, pleased that Billy Joe wasn't leaving. "We
all know how hard Billy Joe works and what a great job he'll be doing
for us all. His first duties will include hiring new employees to
replace the rental guards that we've had for the last few days,
establishing a liaison with the city police and fire departments, and
overseeing the development of schemes for anti-industrial spying.
He'll be working for me so if you have any suggestions for potential
permanent employees to help us protect our employees, our offices, and
our plant, please forward to us their names and have them come in to
fill out applications. Also, if any of you have relatives or close
friends in the city departments of public safety, we'd like to know
their names. Finally, if you techies have any suggestions or ideas
about preventing industrial spying, we'd appreciate it if you'd
forward them to us also."
"Billy Joe will be getting a lot of training quickly, so we need to
get the security force up to speed as soon as possible so we'll be
safe while he's gone away to school. We know that security isn't
always at the top of your priority list, but realize what will happen
to us, and to our stock, if we stupidly let someone else get to the
market place before us with our own products! We highly value all
your efforts to make Preston a good business and a good place to work.
It will be Billy Joe's job to ensure a safe place to work and the
security to safeguard all your hard work."
"We've got to go now," Sylvia explained to the audience. "James and I
are going to introduce Billy Joe to the Mayor and have lunch with the
Chief of Police!" The crowd hooted and laughed. "On behalf of James
and Kelly, and our first `Thumbs Up!' award winner, thank you for
coming and we wish you a happy, productive day!"
Sylvia took Billy Joe's hand and led him off stage to her office,
stopping along the way to greet well-wishers and let Billy Joe accept
their congratulations. James went to the lobby and, with a hammer and
nail, hung the permanent `Thumbs Up!' plaque with Billy Joe's name
engraved in the first place at the top of the blank spaces for future
honorees.
Sylvia finally got Billy Joe into her office. She locked the doors
and attacked him. She soon had him stripped and dropped her dress to
show him her sexy panties and luscious bare breasts. She smiled at
his erection and posed for him in her lace underwear.
"Ok, stud. I surrender to you. Pull my pants off me and fuck me like
you know I want it!"
Billy Joe did just that! Right on the carpet in front of her desk,
they rutted like two bunnies. Sylvia felt his power and she began to
cum. Billy Joe fucked her thru three cums, then tensed up with his
pending climax. Sylvia clamped down on him and used her swinging,
swirling hips to pull the cum out of him. Feeling his hot jets of cum
and pulses of his prick, Sylvia spiraled into her climax as well.
After they rested, they washed up, and dressed. They joined James and
left in his car for their downtown meeting and lunch.
End Chapter 27
***********************My Dear Readers******************************
Please remember that stories are just stories and not reality. Do
not engage in unprotected sex or the ugly reality of life in the
21st century will kill your body, rot your mind, and rape your soul.
***************Thank You For Reading My Story***********************
Mrs.James Wentworth Preston
(a Pen Name)
Copyright 2000
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