Fantasy

As is my custom, I was walking late along the hiking / mountain biking trails. The temperature of mid-January at 10:00 was 35 degrees F so I wore my warm clothes and polar hood. I walked for about 30 minutes when I spent a small parking lot; one of the many scattered paths. The road to the lot was making a turn and bringing a street to a block. During the day there were usually several hikers, runners, joggers, skaters, etc. who often used the trail. The last time I saw a vehicle at the end of the night, it was two years ago. As I approached the lot a truck passed on the nearby highway. It is a badly aligned lighthouse that swept the beam over the parking lot that made a silhouette appear on the windows of a mini-van parked in an isolated section of the lot. I have a glimpse of a pretty ass in the air and a hard dick underneath. I knew someone was getting fucked in the back of that minivan.

I asked the woman to attend the prison. Candidates must have small, soft, delicate hands with polished manicure nails in red. Good pay. Room and tray included. Benefits.

Tammy needed a summer job. The announcement in the newspaper seemed that it might be in his alley. She wonders why they stressed their hands. A little strange, she thought. Tammy is a 16-year-old high school. She is an attractive, short 5'7", 110lbs, black hair, and innocent. Her mother and sister did most of the work, cleaning and dishes. Tammy’s hands match the requirements except for one thing. She didn’t wear a varnish.

The good thing about hindsight is how clear it is. The wrong thing is you don’t have to go back doing things differently. Now that I graduated from college, I had time to think about the things of my year and one thing in particular that I could do differently.

I wasn’t your student. When I graduated from high school, I decided not to go to college right away. Instead, I joined the army. My parents were not satisfied with this decision and announced that if I had decided to go to college, I should pay myself. The G.I. bill would take care of it once it came out of the army. But the whole question of money became awkward when a plane crash took my parents away a few months before I was released at the end of my second enrolment.

I spent a lot of time when I was taking the shower. I know my mom and sister knew what I was doing in there, but nobody ever told me. I was a great boy well built with a high sex drive at a very early age and an 8" dick I played with 5-6 times a day. My mother, younger sister (14 more months) & I all lived in a small house in the mountains of Santa Monica. Dad left us right after Jan was born. My mother was only 15 when she had me and never really was a parent in our lives. Mom was in nature and the clothes were not needed at home when we were the only ones there.

Jim couldn’t believe what his wife said, Jenny. How could she say that? How could she want to do something like she said she wanted them to do. For three years they’ve been married, he thought their love life had been great. Now her loving wife told her she wanted them to change.

She came to bed a week ago and after a short period of love, she told her that she thought their sex life was becoming routine and boring.

We planned a fishing trip and camp for the first week after the school closed. My wife, daughter and son also invited Ashley, Tammy’s boyfriend. Ashley was a neighbor who lived a few doors in the neighborhood. For a few days, we all prepared with enthusiasm for the journey. The day before our departure, our son Jack came down with a virus and it seemed that the trip was to be cancelled. The girls were extremely disappointed and complained about something horrible. The morning we were supposed to leave, my wife suggested I take the girls and she’d stay home with Jack. He was better, but she thought he’d stay close to him. Camping and fishing wasn’t exactly his favorite activity anyway. I think she welcomed the apology back. The girls were happy, the car was almost all packed, so we went.

It should not have happened, normally there was no way that it would happen, but I only have to blame myself and what it could do to my life. It was my 25th birthday and for a reason that this one really hit me. I was fortunately married, my husband was great with me and we both had very good jobs. I guess everything was so good that I didn’t know what it would be like not having the things that got me back as I asked them. For a few weeks after my birthday, I was in a slum and I couldn’t get out of it. Even my husband Wayne noticed that I wasn’t myself and he asked if it was something he did to me. I felt bad for him because he had nothing to do with my feelings. I don’t know if it was hormones or anything, but I wasn’t happy with my life, but I knew everything in my life was as good as possible. Nothing in my life could prepare me for the wild journey I was going to take just because I thought I had problems that were really not there.

Charlie wanted what he was gonna do. Either way, he was gonna fuck his neighbor, Jill. He tried to get him through persuasion, but she had politely rejected him. She hadn’t been crazy, she just smiled at her and told her that she really enjoyed what he said to her, but that she was married and that she was only going to bed with her husband.

It’s unless her husband asks her to go with him and another man, but it was something she knew he would never do.

It was too obvious.

But I stopped. I haven’t taken a autostop since I was in college. I always thought a pretty girl standing on the side of the road with her thumb in the breeze had to have a 250-pound boyfriend in the bushes, ready to order my car at the knife point.

I see from a distance that you’re cute, your long brown hair whipping on your face in the wind. When I get closer, I can see your faint cuts, cut so short that the cheeks of your ass whip invitably.

Barb told the team that it would be last year. They had been an inspiration, given her confidence in herself. Some of them would continue to play, she hoped, but what she really knew was that they would all do positive things. Some might move and some would find new options to check. “Hey, girls. I went to basketball after the coaches shouted for years to keep my hands off the ball.” They were laughing. Carl was always surprised how she would have told them “bad” when she meant “bad.”