Morning came, and Jeff was awakened by the smell of coffee brewing. He pulled on his briefs and followed the intoxicating aroma. When he got to the kitchen, Valerie was quietly arranging the table. Which may not seem like much, but she was only wearing her panties and tennis shoes. When she would bend over the table to place a knife or anything else, her full breasts would swing back and forth to her motions. “Good mornin...

FLASH – CRAKLE – CRASH - BANG – FLASH!! “WHAT THE HELL IS THAT?" Valerie screamed. “Holy crap! What a thunderbolt!” Jeff said. It was three in the morning. Mother Nature was having one of her hissy fits. She even brought Thor into it to make everyone even more skittish. She loves scaring people. Ornery old broad. “Jeff, what is it?” Valerie was crawling into Jeff’s safe arms. “What was that?” “My Sweet Ginger Snap. Out he...

The next morning, Valerie was awakened by the smell of coffee brewing. But it didn’t sound like her coffee maker at home. She got out of bed, still naked from the night before, and put on her robe. She was sneaking into the kitchen when Jeff suddenly turned and smiled at her. “Good morning, Sweetheart. Did you sleep well?” “I have never slept so deep in my life. I have never been so relaxed in my life. Mmmm, my Magic Man....

They had decided to take the day off. It was Friday and they wanted more time together. Valerie called Jeff. Her heart was pounding. “Good morning, Jeff. How did you sleep?” “I didn’t,” he responded. “All I could do was think about you. I honestly don’t think I slept at all. We are still going to have the day together, aren’t we?” “Jeff, what would you say to today and the weekend?” “Really? OH OH. What is your mom going...

Hot Dam – Whoop-de-do – Hallelujah – Sumabitch - a one-hundred-and-ten-yard kick-off return for the touchdown and the woman can kiss my ass, and I didn’t lose everything I have worked so fucking hard for eighteen years. If I listened to Sammi Jefferson and left that woman alone as she had warned me. I would have to go through all of this legal bullshit. Beer -thirty here I come. “Oops, damn, miss, excuse me. I didn’t see...

It was almost one in the morning when Tim rejoined the party. Several of the revelers had gone home and the few that remained were gathering around the hall tree for their coats. They all expressed their thanks to Elenore for another fantastic party and the best for the New Year. “Are you driving back to Medford now? It’s very late and bitter cold.” Pat didn’t want him to leave. “No, I was hoping to start the new year wit...

Tim was not feeling very productive. All he accomplished was to make a new sign. He wanted it to appear almost invisible, but he wanted to make sure he would not be open for business on January fifth. Then it finally hit him. Why was he busting his butt trying to come up with a sign? This is a small town. Not much custom occurs between Christmas and New Year’s. Tim decided on a sign for the door. Happy New Year! I will be...

Coffee came right on time. It had an amazing aromatic smell to it. A happy good morning to your nostrils. Tim filled their cups and went into the bedroom. Pat was doing what girls do in the morning. It made Tim think. When they are together, will he commute between Medford and The Heights? He hadn’t thought of that. When Pat emerged from the bathroom, she looked fabulous. Tim stood there holding the cups of coffee just st...

Tim spent a restless night, so he was the first one up. He turned on the coffee and looked at the clock. Seven-thirty. Two and a half hours before Jack would be knocking on the door. All he could feel was apprehension. What would Jack finalize with Elenore? How would it affect him, especially Pat? Tim snuck down the hall to Elenore’s bedroom. She was not in her bed, and he could hear activity in her bathroom. A check of t...

Tim turned Pat to face the mirror. She put her hands on the vanity. She used the mirror to watch Tim. He reached under her blouse and caressed her tits. He nibbled on her neck, Pat moved her head to the side so he could have access to her neck. She cooed expressing her pleasure. Then Tim placed the red tube next to her hand on the vanity. She looked at the tube and then looked over her shoulder at Tim. Pat’s smile grew, s...

Pat messaged Tim’s balls as she sucked on his cock. Her head bobbed up and down and her tongue swirled around it with each movement. Tim was slowly rocking back and forth with it in her mouth. Pat stopped and let Tim use her mouth for his pleasure. She held onto his ass. Tim gently put his hands to her face and had her stand. He kissed her gently and slid his cock between her legs. With her pussy wet, it was easy for him...

Tim walked into his back door, and it finally hit him. It was almost Tuesday morning, and he and Pat would be spending five days at O’Toole on Wednesday. The excitement removed any possibility of sleep. He grabbed a beer from the fridge and made a sandwich. He put a CD in the player, he didn’t want Christmas music to ruin his happy mood. He did a bit more packing just in case the whole thing went south. He had a lot of fa...

The following morning, Tim was awakened by a strange feeling. Cynthia was bobbing up and down sucking his cock. He wasn’t sure how to react, so he pulled her pussy up to his face. Cynthia didn’t miss a stroke as she lowered her wet pussy onto him. He had no problem having her sex juice for breakfast and was happy to give her some morning protein. He wrapped my arms around her waist and enjoyed licking and lapping her puss...

Tim sat in the quiet of the living room trying to think. He was beginning to think that Cynthia knew their relationship would be coming to an end. She eluded it. But how? Oh, yes, female intuition, the sixth sense. His thoughts kept going back to Pat. Tim heard Cynthia stirring in the bedroom, he went to check on her. She was sitting on the edge of the bed smiling like the Cheshire Cat. She looked at Tim’s crotch and lick...

With all of the ruckus about Delany and Lillian’s disappearance, Tim forgot it was almost Christmas. He rummaged through the boxes in his store room and found his battery-operated twelve-inch Christmas tree. His only decoration. He set it up on his counter and put in the batteries. A flip of the switch and the eleventh celebration of his tree began. Tim popped a beer and just looked at it. It brought back a lot of sad mem...