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Tales of Bette: Reunited 2020 Part 4
Continued from Part 3 November 26, 2020 It had been over a month since Bette and Mark reunited in person and saw each other in person for the first time in 16 years. After saying 'I love you,' and meeting his ex-wife Shannon and children over a video call on the same day, they both knew things were serious. He introduced Bette as someone 'very special.' Even Shannon recognized Bette by history and reputation of Mark's past. Shannon was happy for them.
1| When this job was offered to me, I knew there was going to be extremely difficult projects that I’d have to manage. But, I didn’t think that my boss would be this demanding.
The Bimbo's Dildo
It was dark, he was familiar with the area so he took a right at the expressway. Unable to decide which exit to take, he chose the next one available. Off to the left, he'd seen a sign in the shape of Texas with a couple of cabaret legs painted on it, so he took a U-turn at that exit.
He Finally Took Advantage of His ‘Free Use’ of Me
This erotic story is intended for adults 18+. After establishing our ‘free use’ agreement, I fully expected that as soon as I moved in, my landlord would be all over it, using his key in my apartment door at 2pm sharp.
Smiling shyly she opens the door, biting her lip in anticipation of what is to come.... They had been conversing for a while now and their exchanges had become increasingly suggestive. The build-up, the expectation, was delicious, and upon seeing him for the first time, standing in the moonlight on her front porch, she was not disappointed.
Home For Lunch
Living so close to the office, he would often come home for lunch. Sometimes he would make up random excuses, but they both knew it was simply for her.
The Pleasure of Pain
There were times when he was watching her that he became so distracted he forgot what he was doing. And sometimes this was a problem. Like the time he knocked a cup of scalding hot tea into his lap, or the time he'd forgotten he was running her bath and nearly flooded the bathroom.
Erotic Ghost Story
Erotic Ghost Story of the 3 Sisters House As the slow line of cars pulled up one by one and parked, Karla stood in front recalling the erotic ghost story that had been told to her by the executor of the estate. She had inherited the famous, 3 sisters house after the passing of a distant relative she didn’t even know she had. Naturally, she decided to throw a party that would last all weekend. Why not? The house was huge!
She knew how much he loved to watch her as she went about her morning routine. Wearing little but a towel, she deliberately allowed him teasing glances as she leant over him, or bent before him, but she always kept her distance, just out of arms reach, knowing that if he touched her, their perfectly choreographed routine would come crashing to an end and neither would get to work on time.
“What was the name of your hometown?” I gasped trying to divert and delay. Annie was looking at me with her startling blue eyes which peered out from under her ratted blacker than black hair. Cut short with a single curl for a side burn on either side of her rouged cheeks, she seemed to me to be the last of the mods from the U.K. music invasion of the sixties. No doubt, in her day she screamed for John, Paul, George, and Ringo . Now it was the late nineteen seventies and she smiled at me and said what sounded like, "I'm from Kaddiff." in that accent that always made my nineteen year old cock stiffer than it usually was. She was the poshest woman I had ever met. Or at least that is how I felt as she was giving me a hand job in the warehouse office where we both worked. She was one of my many supervisors, so what’s a fella to do. The way her tits with the ski slope swoop from the bra-less seventies came to a point of reserved English ecstasy and bounced as she went about her handy work were a sight to behold. Actions that pulled apart buttons on flimsy fabric giving me a down shirt display. The visual had me smitten and bitten. Her lacy finger-less glove magic was bringing me off fast. Just like this little kitten liked it when working my dick with her mittens. Not to mention, I would last a little longer when she mounted me after business hours. These were the best work breaks ever.
My lungs burned as I gulped the night air while grasping the armor of a stoic tree. It was one of the first ones I'd seen since I'd freed myself from him last time. I really should learn to stop pushing his buttons but it was so delicious!
STATUS UPDATE: Mornin’! ☕ I know, I know; “Girl! It is 11am, it’s barely still morning, where have you been?” Well, I was sleeping in, like super late. It was so nice to sleep in and NOT be late for work or actually late to anything, I’m so use to being late that having no-where to go is so refreshing. Now, I’m sitting here with a nice hot mug of coffee, about to get my day started.