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Cabo
CABO The sun appeared to be sinking into the ocean illuminating the sky with a symphony of colors mirrored in the darkening waters. Where only minutes before billowing white clouds surrounded the fiery orange orb, streaks of red, pink, and purple helped ease the transition from day to night. A mesmerized Teresa stood on the lanai of her suite at the beachside resort. The view was breathtaking and helped calm her nerves. She’d arrived first, settled into their room and then went outside to wait, not knowing if he would come or not.
Marcey JamesPublished 2 years ago in FilthyReunited After 25 Years
"You're a little cutie, aren't you?" The cat purred as Andrea stroked its fur. Anton laughed. "That cat does not like Sallochka. When she comes over, it runs."
Angela Denise Fortner RobertsPublished 2 years ago in FilthyReunited After 25 Years 23: Christmas Proposal
Anton, Andrea, Denny, and Darya, their car laden with presents. went to the Parkers to spend Christmas Day. Anton refused to give Andrea a hint about what he'd gotten her, only telling her that he very much hoped she'd like it. Remembering what had happened on Thanksgiving, he was a bit nervous about leaving Malinka behind for the day, but Andrea assured him that the kitten would be fine.
Angela Denise Fortner RobertsPublished 2 years ago in FilthyReunited After 25 Years 18: Hanky Panky
Andrea returned to the hospital after she got off work the next day. She found Darya asleep with Anton sitting beside her bed with red-rimmed eyes.
Angela Denise Fortner RobertsPublished 2 years ago in FilthyReunited After 25 Years 13: Lover's Spat
She could only stand and stare as Anton turned and walked away. She simply couldn't believe the turn events had taken, and how swiftly it had happened. She felt as if perhaps she'd never really known Anton at all.
Angela Denise Fortner RobertsPublished 2 years ago in FilthyReunion After 25 Years 19: Potential Rival
Andrea awoke the next morning in Anton's new house. Memories of the events of the previous day washed over her. She looked over at Anton and saw that he was still asleep. She watched him for a few minutes, thinking about how adorable he looked with his dark blond hair streaked with white in disarray and his eyes closed. She closed her own eyes again and cuddled up closer to him.
Angela Denise Fortner RobertsPublished 2 years ago in FilthyReunited After 25 Years 15: Anton To the Rescue
"Oh, no!" Andrea wailed. "Want me to try?" asked Anton. He tried to start the car himself but was also unsuccessful. Together they managed to push the car to the side of the road and started on the trek to the nearest gas station, where Andrea called first a wrecker and then a taxi. Then they rode back to Anton's motel room. Once there, Andrea sank down onto the sofa and buried her head in her hands.
Angela Denise Fortner RobertsPublished 2 years ago in FilthyReunited After 25 Years 16: Good News
A couple of weeks passed. One evening when Andrea went to visit Anton, she saw that he was bursting with excitement. "Andrea! Guess what! I have it!" He laughed and picked her up and spun her around.
Angela Denise Fortner RobertsPublished 2 years ago in FilthyReunited After 25 Years 12: Darya's Lesbian Encounter
"I want to go to the international grocery," Anton told Andrea after they'd left Annie's house. "Haven't we done enough shopping for one day?" asked Andrea.
Angela Denise Fortner RobertsPublished 2 years ago in FilthyReunited After 25 Years 11: Andrea Pleasures Anton
"Wait." Andrea knelt before Anton. "You gave me pleasure last weekend," she said. "I want to give you pleasure as well, but I don't want to hurt you."
Angela Denise Fortner RobertsPublished 2 years ago in FilthyReunited After 25 Years 5
"Please don't be sad, dear little Andrea." Anton smiled as he gently caressed Andrea's cheek. "We're here together, now. I know it took me a long time, but I did come back to you just like I said I would. We have all the time we need now, not like before."
Angela Denise Fortner RobertsPublished 2 years ago in FilthyReunited After 25 Years 10
"When I was little, my parents used to call me Allie." "Allie? No, I do not like it. Sounds like an Arabic name." The way he pronounced it, it did sound more like 'Ali' than 'Allie'.
Angela Denise Fortner RobertsPublished 2 years ago in Filthy