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breasts. She tugged at one nipple, then the other, back and forth, wishing it was two sets of hands not connected to her doing the work for her.
Pulling herself even more deeply into her fantasy, she envisioned riding Ken’s cock, having it deep inside her pussy while Charles knelt behind her and played with her ass.
Her cunt walls clenched at that thought. Her juices ran as the fantasy played out in her mind.
He would go slow and gentle, working a finger or two into my ass before the head of his cock pressed against me. She flipped the Hitachi’s switch to high and had to turn her face sideways into the pillow to muffle the cry she let out as she came. Breathless and trembling, she switched the vibrator off and took a deep breath as a smile played across her face.
Oooh, yeah. That’s better.
It wasn’t until she made herself move to head for the bathroom that reality poked its head around the corner when she glanced back at her bed. A king-sized bed because she liked lots of room.
Her heart ached. A king-sized bed to be lonely in.
Forcing that thought out of her mind, she headed to the bathroom to go soak in the tub.
Chapter Seven
Monday morning, Libbie felt marginally better than she had the day before. Still, her body groaned in protest as she slowly rolled onto her side and pushed up into a sitting position. She hadn’t set eyes on her tenants since Saturday, although a few times she’d heard them come and go via the outside stairs.
Not even the sound of their TV filtered through her walls.
In a way, it was a relief.
She made her way out to the kitchen and started a pot of coffee, glancing over to where her purse sat on the counter. The money they’d given her was tucked inside the zippered interior side pocket where she kept her tampons.
I need to run to the bank and deposit that. She didn’t like having that much cash on hand. She’d put the security deposit part of it in her savings account where it would stay, untouched. The rest of it would go straight into her business account so she could pay bills, with some held back as cash to pay Jenny.
As she tried to stretch, her muscles protested. A trip to the bank could wait until after she’d had a pain pill, a hot bath, and rubbed some of Mandaline’s miracle cures all over her.
An hour later, she felt strong enough to make the trip. That would be about all she’d accomplish, but she was used to that. The sudden fatigue could hit her and make her feel like someone had flipped a switch on her energy. Even in the middle of a shopping trip, she’d find herself looking for a place to sit down and rest for a couple of minutes with barely enough strength to go on, much less the energy to schlep her groceries upstairs when she made it home.
She’d learned to save large grocery trips for days when Jenny was there. The girl was happy to help out and traipse up and down the stairs for her.
Libbie had found sometimes she only had enough strength to get back up the stairs and crawl into bed, much less repeated trips.
Today, however, she slowly made her way down the stairs, the ones that ended in the hallway leading to the outside at the back of the bakery. They put her closer to her car because the door opened onto the carport. She rested for a moment after getting in, then carefully backed out. Ken and Charles had backed their pickup truck in. She briefly wondered whether or not Nebraska was a single-plate state like Florida when she saw no license plate attached to the front bumper, but by the time she reached the street the thought had already been chased out of her head by her need to concentrate on her driving.
By eleven, she was back in her apartment and curled up on the couch with her Kindle and Galileo. She’d had all sorts of plans for today, such as working on paperwork and washing her car, but knew if she wanted to be able to work in the morning she had to take it easy.
* * * *
A little before ten Monday morning, Allan
Pulling herself even more deeply into her fantasy, she envisioned riding Ken’s cock, having it deep inside her pussy while Charles knelt behind her and played with her ass.
Her cunt walls clenched at that thought. Her juices ran as the fantasy played out in her mind.
He would go slow and gentle, working a finger or two into my ass before the head of his cock pressed against me. She flipped the Hitachi’s switch to high and had to turn her face sideways into the pillow to muffle the cry she let out as she came. Breathless and trembling, she switched the vibrator off and took a deep breath as a smile played across her face.
Oooh, yeah. That’s better.
It wasn’t until she made herself move to head for the bathroom that reality poked its head around the corner when she glanced back at her bed. A king-sized bed because she liked lots of room.
Her heart ached. A king-sized bed to be lonely in.
Forcing that thought out of her mind, she headed to the bathroom to go soak in the tub.
Chapter Seven
Monday morning, Libbie felt marginally better than she had the day before. Still, her body groaned in protest as she slowly rolled onto her side and pushed up into a sitting position. She hadn’t set eyes on her tenants since Saturday, although a few times she’d heard them come and go via the outside stairs.
Not even the sound of their TV filtered through her walls.
In a way, it was a relief.
She made her way out to the kitchen and started a pot of coffee, glancing over to where her purse sat on the counter. The money they’d given her was tucked inside the zippered interior side pocket where she kept her tampons.
I need to run to the bank and deposit that. She didn’t like having that much cash on hand. She’d put the security deposit part of it in her savings account where it would stay, untouched. The rest of it would go straight into her business account so she could pay bills, with some held back as cash to pay Jenny.
As she tried to stretch, her muscles protested. A trip to the bank could wait until after she’d had a pain pill, a hot bath, and rubbed some of Mandaline’s miracle cures all over her.
An hour later, she felt strong enough to make the trip. That would be about all she’d accomplish, but she was used to that. The sudden fatigue could hit her and make her feel like someone had flipped a switch on her energy. Even in the middle of a shopping trip, she’d find herself looking for a place to sit down and rest for a couple of minutes with barely enough strength to go on, much less the energy to schlep her groceries upstairs when she made it home.
She’d learned to save large grocery trips for days when Jenny was there. The girl was happy to help out and traipse up and down the stairs for her.
Libbie had found sometimes she only had enough strength to get back up the stairs and crawl into bed, much less repeated trips.
Today, however, she slowly made her way down the stairs, the ones that ended in the hallway leading to the outside at the back of the bakery. They put her closer to her car because the door opened onto the carport. She rested for a moment after getting in, then carefully backed out. Ken and Charles had backed their pickup truck in. She briefly wondered whether or not Nebraska was a single-plate state like Florida when she saw no license plate attached to the front bumper, but by the time she reached the street the thought had already been chased out of her head by her need to concentrate on her driving.
By eleven, she was back in her apartment and curled up on the couch with her Kindle and Galileo. She’d had all sorts of plans for today, such as working on paperwork and washing her car, but knew if she wanted to be able to work in the morning she had to take it easy.
* * * *
A little before ten Monday morning, Allan
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