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Authors: Robert G. Barrett
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odd roll of fat but her generous boobs were tucked tightly into a white lace bra and a dainty pair of matching knickers just covered her ted. Norton tried desperately to save his honour, but Mister Wobbly had other ideas and was soon up and away, roaring and ready to go. Carol gave his dick a few strokes, running her fingers round the knob and Les was expecting a nice bit of a polish to start proceedings. Instead she lay back against Nortonâs outstretched left arm, whipped off her knickers then got up and straddled him, sliding up and down slowly but steadily. Her ted was warm and firm and a little dry at first. But it didnât take long for things to start juicing up and proceed along swimmingly. In fact it felt pretty good and Les closed his eyes for a moment as a few tiny shivers went up and down his spine.
He slipped Carolâs dress over her shoulders letting it catch on her elbows and fall round her waist, then did the same with her bra straps sitting her boobs up in the bra as he licked his fingers and began stroking her nipples till they stuck out like two soft, pink jelly beans. Carol started getting a head of steam up, oohing and aahhing, as she went faster and faster. Then she started screaming, howling and crying as if she was having the time of her life, but dirty on herself for doing so at the same time. It was a strange one all right. But not to Mr Wobbly. All the noise was like music to his evil little ears. Before long he was getting ready to burst his boiler and Nortonâs head was banging against the floor. He held her by the love handles round her waist and started shoving up as Carol came down. Carol screamed and howled, her hands planted firmly on Nortonâs shouldersas the dark Melrose Place hair flew from side to side while she rocked up and down. Les gave it a few more shoves, then several good ones and finally two big ones, howling himself as Mr Wobbly exploded and Carol drained every last drop out of him. Norton rose up and shook for a moment, then Norton collapsed like a house of cards and so did Mr Wobbly. Carol lay back against his left arm again and lay there shuddering and shaking, puffing and panting in pretty much the same condition as Norton. After a little while Les got his shit back together and gave Carolâs stomach a gentle rub.
âHang on a sec,â he said. âIâll get a towel.â
Carol stiffened and the violet eyes flashed in the soft darkness. âNo, I donât want a towel.â
Without saying another word, she got up, grabbed her knickers, did up a couple of buttons on her dress then turned and ran out the door, slamming it behind her. Norton lay on the floor wondering what was going on, his eyes following her rapid, if somewhat strange, departure.
âWell, if you donât want a fuckinâ towel, I wonât get you one,â he called out to no one in particular. âSuits me. You could have at least kissed me goodnight, though.â
Well, what a fuckinâ nutter, Les chuckled to himself. I knew she was off the air. But it suits me. At least I donât have to stuff around saying goodnight and making more coffee or whatever. But what a weirdo. And itâs right next door. Norton shook his head and started gathering up his clothes. Anyway, Iâm having a shower and hitting the sack. That wasnât quite my idea of a good root, but it was better than a kick in the nuts with a Doc Marten, I suppose.
Les drank two glasses of orange juice, then had a long, hot shower. He wasnât quite singing in there, but he was certainly chuckling to himself a bit. He cleaned his teeth and, because Mr Wobbly was a bit sore where Caroline had pounced on the poor little fellow when he wasnât quite ready, Les rubbed a bit of Savlon-D along the sides. The ointment soon relieved the chafing. In fact, it was better than that and Norton suddenly found himself feeling a bit toey again. Must be all this clean, fresh air he
He slipped Carolâs dress over her shoulders letting it catch on her elbows and fall round her waist, then did the same with her bra straps sitting her boobs up in the bra as he licked his fingers and began stroking her nipples till they stuck out like two soft, pink jelly beans. Carol started getting a head of steam up, oohing and aahhing, as she went faster and faster. Then she started screaming, howling and crying as if she was having the time of her life, but dirty on herself for doing so at the same time. It was a strange one all right. But not to Mr Wobbly. All the noise was like music to his evil little ears. Before long he was getting ready to burst his boiler and Nortonâs head was banging against the floor. He held her by the love handles round her waist and started shoving up as Carol came down. Carol screamed and howled, her hands planted firmly on Nortonâs shouldersas the dark Melrose Place hair flew from side to side while she rocked up and down. Les gave it a few more shoves, then several good ones and finally two big ones, howling himself as Mr Wobbly exploded and Carol drained every last drop out of him. Norton rose up and shook for a moment, then Norton collapsed like a house of cards and so did Mr Wobbly. Carol lay back against his left arm again and lay there shuddering and shaking, puffing and panting in pretty much the same condition as Norton. After a little while Les got his shit back together and gave Carolâs stomach a gentle rub.
âHang on a sec,â he said. âIâll get a towel.â
Carol stiffened and the violet eyes flashed in the soft darkness. âNo, I donât want a towel.â
Without saying another word, she got up, grabbed her knickers, did up a couple of buttons on her dress then turned and ran out the door, slamming it behind her. Norton lay on the floor wondering what was going on, his eyes following her rapid, if somewhat strange, departure.
âWell, if you donât want a fuckinâ towel, I wonât get you one,â he called out to no one in particular. âSuits me. You could have at least kissed me goodnight, though.â
Well, what a fuckinâ nutter, Les chuckled to himself. I knew she was off the air. But it suits me. At least I donât have to stuff around saying goodnight and making more coffee or whatever. But what a weirdo. And itâs right next door. Norton shook his head and started gathering up his clothes. Anyway, Iâm having a shower and hitting the sack. That wasnât quite my idea of a good root, but it was better than a kick in the nuts with a Doc Marten, I suppose.
Les drank two glasses of orange juice, then had a long, hot shower. He wasnât quite singing in there, but he was certainly chuckling to himself a bit. He cleaned his teeth and, because Mr Wobbly was a bit sore where Caroline had pounced on the poor little fellow when he wasnât quite ready, Les rubbed a bit of Savlon-D along the sides. The ointment soon relieved the chafing. In fact, it was better than that and Norton suddenly found himself feeling a bit toey again. Must be all this clean, fresh air he
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