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message. I looked at my phone and it read: “I’m home now.”
I quickly put some pants and a T-shirt on, put on my sneakers and jogged down the stairs. Monica was at the base of the stairs heading to bed. “She’s home?” she asked. I nodded and she said, “Take good care of her. See you in the morning.”
I grabbed my keys and was about to head out the door, when I saw Angela standing there at the threshold. I put on the brakes and looked at her with surprise.
“But you said you were …” I said.
“I am,” Angela said. “I do consider this home.” She then put her hands on either side of my face, pulled me to her and kissed me deeply and passionately. I wrapped an arm around her tiny waist and pulled her into me.
“I bet you think it’s weird that I would agree to marry Eric,” she said, “when you know how I feel about …”
“I don’t care,” I said. “As long as you’ll be around, I’m grateful. Did Eric drop you here?”
She shook her head. “No, I came here right after Eric left. I couldn’t stand to be without you. It’s been what, a month?”
“Twenty-seven days, not that anyone counts,” I said, moving her brown hair away from her face and hooking it around her ear. Her blue eyes pierced me, even in the moon-less night.
I picked her up, putting one arm under her knees and the other supporting her shoulders. She kissed me, her tongue parting my lips to do a dance with mine. “You do know you left some evidence behind?” I asked.
“Yes,” she said. “I left the panties for you.”
“I thought you and I were exclusive,” I said.
“Well, of course I have sex with Eric,” Angela said. “I really do like him, but you and I are exclusive in that I don’t insist on condoms with you; Eric always wears condoms with me, or we don’t have sex. And when we do, I always imagine it’s you inside me.”
I smile, open the front door and slowly, quietly, carried her into the house. I walked into the front room and laid her on the sofa . She immediately sat up and had me stand in front of her. She quickly unfastened my pants and started sliding them off my hips. They fell to the floor, along with my boxer shorts, exposing my forty-five-year-old manhood, seven inches long while not at full attention yet. Angela smiled. “Oh yes, I have missed you, baby,” she cooed, placing her right hand around me while cupping me with her left hand. She started a slow stroking rhythm along my shaft, lightly squeezing me at the base with each stroke.
“Mmmmmmm, you are truly skilled,” I said with a sigh, looking down at her before closing my eyes and tilting my head back.
“This is only for you, my love,” she said. “Because I know you return the favor.”
She slid her lips over my tip and I watched my purple head disappear inside her warm mouth. Her red-lipsticked mouth slid steadily and strongly back and forth over my length as I put one hand on the back of her head, taking a big handful of her hair as she methodically sucked me and played with my eggs. She felt so warm and wet in her mouth that my length twitched in her mouth, and each twitch brought a hum of approval from Angela as she manipulated me . She was getting very excited, so she stepped her pace on me while also occasionally pulling off me to lick the underside of my length, then flicking her tongue at that velvety-soft spot just under my tip, before returning to engulfing me in her anxious mouth. I tossed my head back again and sighed deeply.
After about a minute of this manipulation, until a drop of clear liquid leaked out of my tip, Angela stopped her ministrations and pushed me down on the sofa. I sat there, my flagpole at full-staff, and watched my future daughter-in-law start to undress. She was wearing the skin-tight gold dress I saw her in at dinner. She slowly peeled off the spaghetti straps from her shoulders and pulled the top of the dress down so that a black lacy bra, about size thirty-two, showed. I looked
I quickly put some pants and a T-shirt on, put on my sneakers and jogged down the stairs. Monica was at the base of the stairs heading to bed. “She’s home?” she asked. I nodded and she said, “Take good care of her. See you in the morning.”
I grabbed my keys and was about to head out the door, when I saw Angela standing there at the threshold. I put on the brakes and looked at her with surprise.
“But you said you were …” I said.
“I am,” Angela said. “I do consider this home.” She then put her hands on either side of my face, pulled me to her and kissed me deeply and passionately. I wrapped an arm around her tiny waist and pulled her into me.
“I bet you think it’s weird that I would agree to marry Eric,” she said, “when you know how I feel about …”
“I don’t care,” I said. “As long as you’ll be around, I’m grateful. Did Eric drop you here?”
She shook her head. “No, I came here right after Eric left. I couldn’t stand to be without you. It’s been what, a month?”
“Twenty-seven days, not that anyone counts,” I said, moving her brown hair away from her face and hooking it around her ear. Her blue eyes pierced me, even in the moon-less night.
I picked her up, putting one arm under her knees and the other supporting her shoulders. She kissed me, her tongue parting my lips to do a dance with mine. “You do know you left some evidence behind?” I asked.
“Yes,” she said. “I left the panties for you.”
“I thought you and I were exclusive,” I said.
“Well, of course I have sex with Eric,” Angela said. “I really do like him, but you and I are exclusive in that I don’t insist on condoms with you; Eric always wears condoms with me, or we don’t have sex. And when we do, I always imagine it’s you inside me.”
I smile, open the front door and slowly, quietly, carried her into the house. I walked into the front room and laid her on the sofa . She immediately sat up and had me stand in front of her. She quickly unfastened my pants and started sliding them off my hips. They fell to the floor, along with my boxer shorts, exposing my forty-five-year-old manhood, seven inches long while not at full attention yet. Angela smiled. “Oh yes, I have missed you, baby,” she cooed, placing her right hand around me while cupping me with her left hand. She started a slow stroking rhythm along my shaft, lightly squeezing me at the base with each stroke.
“Mmmmmmm, you are truly skilled,” I said with a sigh, looking down at her before closing my eyes and tilting my head back.
“This is only for you, my love,” she said. “Because I know you return the favor.”
She slid her lips over my tip and I watched my purple head disappear inside her warm mouth. Her red-lipsticked mouth slid steadily and strongly back and forth over my length as I put one hand on the back of her head, taking a big handful of her hair as she methodically sucked me and played with my eggs. She felt so warm and wet in her mouth that my length twitched in her mouth, and each twitch brought a hum of approval from Angela as she manipulated me . She was getting very excited, so she stepped her pace on me while also occasionally pulling off me to lick the underside of my length, then flicking her tongue at that velvety-soft spot just under my tip, before returning to engulfing me in her anxious mouth. I tossed my head back again and sighed deeply.
After about a minute of this manipulation, until a drop of clear liquid leaked out of my tip, Angela stopped her ministrations and pushed me down on the sofa. I sat there, my flagpole at full-staff, and watched my future daughter-in-law start to undress. She was wearing the skin-tight gold dress I saw her in at dinner. She slowly peeled off the spaghetti straps from her shoulders and pulled the top of the dress down so that a black lacy bra, about size thirty-two, showed. I looked
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