The next day went well. Me and Greg both bathed together before the girls got up. We were both going on about two hours sleep but somehow, I did not feel sleepy at all. We were buried in snow. The road had not even been plowed yet and it was near noon now. We spent the day with the girls watching some movies and playing some board games and listening to music.
My name is Larry and for the past thirty years I have lived in a neighborhood where not much changes even over the years. I have the couples that have been married for years and years that live up and down the block. I have a few divorced women who are still full of life but have a mindset with the fifties. They are polite and think a man should do the work outside while the lady does the home chores and cook the meals.
Under the Oceans
It was the fifth year living under the oceans. We built a habitat that would withstand the great floods that were coming from the polar ice caps melting. Most of the land that was left was so ravaged by war over the little resources that was left. We built right on the edge of what used to be Florida. We had all that you needed to survive.
I remember White's pond like it was yesterday. All the kids flocked to it. We swam in the summer and played hockey in the winter. It had an old lodge that was still in shape that the old farmer left open. It reminded you of a cabin in the woods. It had a huge fireplace in the center with a big chimney. It was circular so you could all sit around it and get warm.
The Perfect Woman
My name is Javier. I recently found the perfect woman. She is only four-foot nine inches. Her Breasts match her body size but are quite ample. Her hair is shoulder length and a bright purple. Her figure is rounded out with a wonderful but. Her kitty is trimmed and shaved in all the right places. Her sense of self reminds me of a young woman of the eighties. She still feathers her hair back and uses hair spray by the gallons. A tornado could not touch her hair.
It was late evening before the shelling stopped. My unit was pinned down inside a small town not far from base camp. A local took pity on me and hid me away in her shelter. She was a rather small woman. All I could see was her hands and her eyes. We had been there since early that morning. We were on a night patrol when our vehicle took a hit.
End of a Long week
Long week at work. I get home Friday night and strip down as soon as I walk through the door. I head straight into it the bathroom and get a shower. I dry off and go to the kitchen and grab a snack cake and a tall glass of water. At this point no one was up. The wife was in her bed. The kids in theirs.
All day love affair
I was waiting in line at the coffee shop, and I saw my neighbor sitting at one of the tables. I waved and he waved back. He was an older man. He had just turned fifty. He had long grey hair that went to his neckline. He still looked nice. His whole body was muscular. He works in a local steel fabrication shop. His name was Alfred, but everyone called him Al.
My name is Charlotte and I have been babysitting since I was fourteen. I thought of it as a great way to make extra money. Now that I am eighteen that is so true. I have a nice curvy body. My breasts are huge but perky. No sagging once the bra pops off. I am five foot two inches and have killer long red hair. I love sex. Some call me a nymphomaniac. I wear a cute little clitoris vibrator throughout the day. It makes a boring day a great day.
It was a cold day in the middle of winter. I live on a great piece of land just outside of the small town I call home. It is a bit isolated especially when it snows a lot. Right now, the only thing moving is snowmobiles. My name is Kyle. I am a middle-aged man nicely built. Not too heavy, just right for my size. I have been widowed. My wife passed away about three years ago.