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would make a big deal over me.
“Yes, dear she does. How are you Carmen?” Mr. Peterson said. His voice no bigger than a church mouse. He cleared his throat about three times before it was back to normal.
“Why thank you I said. Only the best for my neighbors. Not too many people are lucky enough to have neighbors that want to fill them up” I said, looking directly at Mr. Peterson. He blushed, becoming even redder than before.
“Well, you’ve come to the right place. Robert did all of the cooking, and I’m sure he’s happy to fill you up dear” Mrs. Peterson said none the wiser.
Mr. Peterson scurried about the kitchen, busying himself with trying to get the food on the table, so that we could all sit down and eat. I continued chatting with the Mrs. Every few minutes Mr. Peterson would look in our direction, he was so nervous that I might tell his wife about how me fucked my brains out over their kitchen table, the same table that we were about to sit at, the same table they ate at every night, and I’m sure the same table they fucked on many moons ago. I caught myself staring at him as he went about the kitchen, Mrs. Peterson would follow my gaze every now and then, and smile like I was some little brat watching their uncle in the kitchen. The thoughts I had, weren’t of pride or admiration, they were thoughts of pure lust, and wanting.
Dinner was finally on the table. Everyone sat around the table looking happy, and anxious to dig in. The spread was absolutely gorgeous. They left nothing to chance. It looked like something out of those magazines that my mom had laying around the house, Better Homes, and Gardens or Country Living, or something like that. Even though my only motivation when I came over was to get inside of Mr. Petersons pants, the food before me was making it hard to stay focused. It had been a while since I had home cooked food. College was all about fast food, take out, and the occasional cup-o-noodles. I was about to stuff my face with this delicious food, and hopefully later with Mr. Peterson’s cock.
After bowing our heads in grace, everyone was excited to get their share of the food. We all sat around laughing and talking, and recounting old memories. We had been neighbors for so long there was almost nothing that the Peterson’s didn’t know about us, and we knew just as much about them. It was refreshing to catch up, and slow down at the same time. This break from college was long overdue. Life was perfect at this moment, but there was only one more thing I needed to make it heavenly.
Chapter 3
Everyone had finished eating, we were just sitting around, waiting for desert. Mrs. Peterson was in the kitchen, collecting the desert plates, and silverware. Mr. Peterson was putting the finishing touches on his signature deserts. Apple pie ala mode, pineapple upside down cake, and chocolate soufflé. My mom had brought a sweet potato pie, I could see the embarrassment on her face. Being outdone by good ol’ Mr. Peterson. It turned me on even more to know that he could not only heat me up with those hands, but that he could really heat things up in the kitchen too. I wanted him now more than ever.
My opportunity came when his cell phone would not stop ringing, the first few times he ignored it, and he was going to shut it off when Mrs. Peterson told him that he should probably make sure that everything was okay with whoever was calling. Not too many people are going to repeatedly call him during this time unless it was an emergency. I couldn’t have agreed more, and when Mr. Peterson excused himself to answer his call I excused myself to the restroom. On my way down the hall, I hit the end button on my cell, ending the call that I had placed to Mr. Peterson’s phone, and set out to complete my mission.
Mr. Peterson saw me heading his way, and he stopped dead in his tracks. I was putting off so much sexual energy that I could have floated on it down the hallway. He looked like a
“Yes, dear she does. How are you Carmen?” Mr. Peterson said. His voice no bigger than a church mouse. He cleared his throat about three times before it was back to normal.
“Why thank you I said. Only the best for my neighbors. Not too many people are lucky enough to have neighbors that want to fill them up” I said, looking directly at Mr. Peterson. He blushed, becoming even redder than before.
“Well, you’ve come to the right place. Robert did all of the cooking, and I’m sure he’s happy to fill you up dear” Mrs. Peterson said none the wiser.
Mr. Peterson scurried about the kitchen, busying himself with trying to get the food on the table, so that we could all sit down and eat. I continued chatting with the Mrs. Every few minutes Mr. Peterson would look in our direction, he was so nervous that I might tell his wife about how me fucked my brains out over their kitchen table, the same table that we were about to sit at, the same table they ate at every night, and I’m sure the same table they fucked on many moons ago. I caught myself staring at him as he went about the kitchen, Mrs. Peterson would follow my gaze every now and then, and smile like I was some little brat watching their uncle in the kitchen. The thoughts I had, weren’t of pride or admiration, they were thoughts of pure lust, and wanting.
Dinner was finally on the table. Everyone sat around the table looking happy, and anxious to dig in. The spread was absolutely gorgeous. They left nothing to chance. It looked like something out of those magazines that my mom had laying around the house, Better Homes, and Gardens or Country Living, or something like that. Even though my only motivation when I came over was to get inside of Mr. Petersons pants, the food before me was making it hard to stay focused. It had been a while since I had home cooked food. College was all about fast food, take out, and the occasional cup-o-noodles. I was about to stuff my face with this delicious food, and hopefully later with Mr. Peterson’s cock.
After bowing our heads in grace, everyone was excited to get their share of the food. We all sat around laughing and talking, and recounting old memories. We had been neighbors for so long there was almost nothing that the Peterson’s didn’t know about us, and we knew just as much about them. It was refreshing to catch up, and slow down at the same time. This break from college was long overdue. Life was perfect at this moment, but there was only one more thing I needed to make it heavenly.
Chapter 3
Everyone had finished eating, we were just sitting around, waiting for desert. Mrs. Peterson was in the kitchen, collecting the desert plates, and silverware. Mr. Peterson was putting the finishing touches on his signature deserts. Apple pie ala mode, pineapple upside down cake, and chocolate soufflé. My mom had brought a sweet potato pie, I could see the embarrassment on her face. Being outdone by good ol’ Mr. Peterson. It turned me on even more to know that he could not only heat me up with those hands, but that he could really heat things up in the kitchen too. I wanted him now more than ever.
My opportunity came when his cell phone would not stop ringing, the first few times he ignored it, and he was going to shut it off when Mrs. Peterson told him that he should probably make sure that everything was okay with whoever was calling. Not too many people are going to repeatedly call him during this time unless it was an emergency. I couldn’t have agreed more, and when Mr. Peterson excused himself to answer his call I excused myself to the restroom. On my way down the hall, I hit the end button on my cell, ending the call that I had placed to Mr. Peterson’s phone, and set out to complete my mission.
Mr. Peterson saw me heading his way, and he stopped dead in his tracks. I was putting off so much sexual energy that I could have floated on it down the hallway. He looked like a
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