Is there anyway you could meet me at the airport? I could make it a habit to sit and watch the birds at dusk. Or that I didn't have anything important to do.
She wore short shorts that revealed muscular, lean legs as she loped around the lake. He drove a Mustang and had a plasma screen TV. A breeze was blowing and the sun was going down. I stopped at the adult novelty store, and I got her several toys. What the hell happened while I was gone? But I couldn't help but wonder if there would one day be a backyard wedding or when the weight room would be replaced by a nursery. Before her run that evening, I placed it on the grass inside the gate. After a few minutes, she turned off the toy. Somehow I didn't think so. Then one day, Nike surprised me. I tried not to feel depressed that my exclusive shows were coming to an abrupt end. I couldn't help but fantasize about her enticing firm ass. I imagined my jizz raining all over her face, Nike holding her tongue out, trying to catch it all. I laid down in my bed, remembering the pink rosebud in her hand, the other pink rosebud of her anus, and all the folds and crevices on the expanse between and I jacked off again. Her crisp, white shirts showed off her tan. I went out on the deck to watch her vanish around the corner under a fir tree. She brought a paperback and took off her shirt. I'm telling you, I lost no time in taking off my pants and stretching my seven inch cock out as far as it would go. I think she was watching the place, deciding whether the house was empty, which is what I wanted her to think. She ran at a steady pace and didn't seem to need to stop to take a breather, although she occasionally took a drought of water from the water bottle hooked to her waist. She was in excellent condition. She petted her pussy, stretching and parting her pussy lips. She took out the pocket rocket, fired it up. She sat down on the hammock, and picked up the rose, breathing in its pure scent, and she lay down, holding it against her chest, her eyes closed. I hadn't been with a woman in three years. Of course I wouldn't mind going over there and house-sitting while he was gone. I hardly slept that night, reveling in the luscious memories of those few weeks and my little Nike stealing into the yard.
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