| Straight: Lusty Liaisons: The Great Getaway (2/13) |
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I am human as the next guy, but after a while, a guy tends to ignore things he should appreciate most of all. Vicky had been going out of her way to dress like "Daisy Duke." It was all part of her way of getting back at me, but I will get to that in a moment. After three months of living in sexual seclusion, seeing the way her ass wiggled reminded me of the things I had taken for granted. First, there was her well-kept 36-24-34 figure, and then there was her long raven-like natural red hair. Of course, let me not forget her beautiful green eyes and near-perfect alabaster white skin. Needless to say, I was a tad distracted by my wife's bouncing beautiful bottom when the curb decided to reach up and viciously assault my knee. The orthopedic specialist I saw said I was lucky that I didn't break it. I had come very close and was told to say off of my knee for three months. I was beginning to hate the fucking couch I was now exiled to and I couldn't wait to get back on my feet. Let me explain to you how I found myself in such a pitiful state. Chapter Two - “The Phone Call” We live in a cottage-style farmhouse in the country. The property came with such amenities as a barn, a below-ground pool, and auto-fuel, diesel-fuel and LP gas storage tanks. The former owners had just finished a complete renovation of the place when Vicky and I bought it. It seems that after spending quite a sum fixing up their love nest, they decided they couldn't stand each other, that they should get divorced, sell the house as quickly as possible and go their separate ways. And so, we picked the property up for a song. The nearest small town is about thirty miles away. It's a "one horse" town consisting of a town square, the world’s smallest hospital, one gas station/general store/drug store and has two main roads and two small subdivisions. That is, if you can call the trailer park a subdivision. Did I say it was small? The nearest "Big City" is seventy miles farther away. Well, about seven months ago, I think it was the last week of May, Vicky decided to take a part-time weekend job in the "Big City" to make some extra spending money for herself. I had no problem with her taking the job because even though I made enough money buying and selling on eBay full time, sometimes things get a little tight financially and we have to do without some of the conveniences life has to offer. The job was a commission-based telemarketing position; she is very good at telemarketing, so it was going to be worth the trip. We both agreed that in order for it to work she would have to drive to the city on Friday afternoon, spend the weekend with Sandy, an old girlfriend, and drive back on Monday morning. The problem all started during her fourth trip to the "Big City." I have never been a loner, and I was beginning to miss her more each time she left, so at about 8:00 that Sunday night, I decided to call her at Sandy's apartment. When I did Jerry, Sandy's boyfriend, |
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Ta Ta lovers..........