Young Guy for Home Help (Adultery, anal, kinky), a short story by KiwiDreamer. Date added: 2012-07-21. Times viewed: 5593.
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- Intro: Flip advertises for odd jobs around the home and housewives use him for sex.
Flip, calling himself that permanently on his release from jail since being disowned by his parents who’d always insisted he call himself by his given name of Frank, had completed 16 days in a light security facility, being released early from his sentence of 28 days because of good behaviour. Actually low-risk prisoners were being tossed out to ease prison over-crowding.
The jobless 20-year old fitness freak had assaulted a council parks assistant manager who’d arrived home to find Flip fucking the guy’s juicy wife.
“I’ll stove your head in,” yelled the beer-belly guy who grabbed a brass candlestick as Flip jumped off the sofa and was wiping his dick on the wife’s skirt.
Flip waited till the guy swung the heavy brass candlestick, ducked, and sank his fist into fatso’s belly and that was his assailant gone, out of action temporarily. The miserable jerk called the police who picked up Frank Murray Walters sitting alone in a bar, head down, clearing displaying the signs of coitus interruptus.
Now, on his first day back being a free man and having to scratch out a living, he was at a pub. He’d negotiated to clean the toilets to earn a couple of beers, a couple of pies with bread and a bed for the night in the cellar.
The publican said no but his wife who usually cleaned the toilets said yes. Since it was the publican’s usual weekly night for access to his wife’s pussy, the publican changed his stance to say yes to Flip’s proposal when he saw his wife scowling at him.
Next morning Flip was playing with the tits of nervous Susan, the publican’s wife while her husband was out banking the previous day’s takings.
“What do you intend doing now?” Susan asked, watching her nipples fatten under massage and licking.
“Go to London to earn real money or perhaps go to Liverpool and get a job in a club.”
“What would you do in London or in a club?”
“Dunno.”
“Oooh you must be more positive about a career than that?”
“Like what?”
“You have to work out what you’d really like to do, focus on it and then plan for it meticulously.”
Flip frowned and asked, “What does that mean?”
“Oh plan means to work out a course of action.”
“No I meant metic-whatever.”
“Meticulous … metic (pause) ulous means the same as very thoroughly. Didn’t you go to school?”
“Sometimes.”
“God here’s Kevin arriving back early. Let me pack my breasts away and get back to my work.”
Kevin nodded to his wife and smiled at Flip.
“You can stay for lunch if you like and have a couple of beers with me at 11:00. The toilets are almost pristine. I’ve never had anyone get them so clean and you even mopped the ceilings. Fucking hell!”
“Well Kevin, any job is worth doing meticulously.”
Kevin nodded in agreement and Susan, working behind the bar, smothered her laugh at Flip’s new-found skill with language.
Kevin was on the phone at 11:00 when Susan brought in a plate of filled rolls and sat with Flip after pouring them both a beer.
“Look Flip why don’t you find some cheap accommodation in a large town instead of a big and heartless city and advertise in a newspaper for work.”
“What kind of work?”
“Work that you are good at.”
“Sex?”
“Yes you are probably very good at that. I’ll write out the advert for you but Christ don’t let Kevin see what I wrote,” she said and slipped him twenty quid with the note.
The look of gratitude on Kevin’s face turned Susan soft and fuzzy.
After a great lunch, with Kevin moaning only one of the rolls had been left for him, Flip shook Kevin’s hand and kissed and squeezed Susan’s tit watched stoically by Kevin and left for the bus station where he bought a ticket to the first town of 10,000-plus people and the ticket-seller said that would be Clancy.
Clancy, named after early explorer’s step-father, was in a remote area, so remote that Kevin felt lost and anyway he’d never heard of Clancy that apparently had a population of 16,770.
It was early summer and Kevin responded to an advert in the local newspaper offering a homely young woman a room for rent. The door of the small house was answered by a stern-faced woman that made Kevin feel instantly at home because his parents always wore that look.
“Um I can’t pay for a room and food just yet but in the meantime I’ll work for you six hours a day doing odd jobs. I can see you are behind with maintenance around here.”
Without hesitation the woman decided the renter she really wanted was a homely young and fit man rather than a homely young woman.
She told Flip, “I’ll buy the paint and sandpaper tomorrow and you can start by doing all the outside window frames and mind you I want a good job done with no paint spots left on the brickwork.”
“You sound like my mother.”
She smiled warmly and said, “Come in Flip but remove your shoes on the inside door mat.”
“Very much like my mother,” he sniffed and she said he sounded like he was due for coffee and two slices of fresh-baked date loaf.
Flip was up at dawn to find Mrs Yarrow cleaning the oven.
She welcomed him brightly and asked why he was dressed like that.
“To run a couple or so miles.”
“You’ll get cow shit on your shoes if you run beyond the city limits. Take the bike in the shed.”
“Thanks and um, why are you up so early?”
“I’m so excited to have someone to cook for again. My husband ran off with our daughter seven years ago and her younger brother joined the army almost a year ago.”
Flip went into the garden shed expecting to find an ancient bicycle but instead hanging on a rack was a road racing cycle as classy as his bike that his vindictive parents had sold when he went to jail.
He returned ready to have the slave-driver crack the whip but no, Mrs Yarrow said, “Have your shower and come and have your bacon, eggs and toast.”
God at home he’d had to get his own breakfast since he’d turn fourteen.
“When do I have to start work?”
“You decide. All you have to do under are agreement is to work for me five days a week for six hours.”
“I meant 7 days.”
“Well I meant 5 days and guess who wins this argument?”
Flip was almost tempted to kiss the old darling who appeared to be in her mid-fifties. Presumably the lad who’d entered the army had been a late surprise for the couple. God a man running off with his daughter marvelled the young guy, very impressed.
Mrs Yarrow was driving to the shopping centre to buy the paint and Flip went with her to carry the stuff to her small car and then said he wished to go to the newspaper to place an advert for work.
“Write out your advert and pay for it over at that news agency,” she said, pointing.
Flip copied the wording as Susan had devised: ‘Homely, very energetic young guy willing to do odd jobs for housewives. Anything considered.’
He gave his address as ‘Flip’ care of the newspaper.
Back home Flip unloaded the car for Mrs Yarrow and went off with the sandpaper and she called, “Use Eric’s overalls hanging behind the workshop door and use his boots if you wish.”
Flip thought god Eric was a stupid prick abandoning an angel like his wife. Perhaps she’d been weaning off dick just as his daughter was finding out what a pick was really meant to be used for?
Four days later Mrs Yarrow’s ‘wonder boy’ as she occasionally called him had finished the window frames, painted both exterior doors and repaired and painted the iron roof of the detached house near the edge of town.
“Have the day off,” Mrs Yarrow said. “You have earned it Wonder Boy. Have you received any responses to you ad for work?”
“Ding, ding,” Flip said, smacking his forehead.
“Well finish your omelette and cycle into the newspaper and check.”
He arrived back, flushed face and with the smile of a successful contractor.
“Twenty-three replies once I tossed away responses like one person who wanted me to clean her chimneys and another who wanted me to train her dog not to be so vicious and another from a guy who wanted to watch me…” Flip tailed off.
“Bang his wife?”
“Um yes,” he said. “How on earth did you know that?”
“Eric often asked could he bring home a pal to watch.”
“Jesus.”
“It happens Flip, get used to it.”
ELAINE: Flip’s first client was a 70-something woman who asked Flip to scrape some of the old grout from her kitchen tiling and re-grout the floor and she sat all the time chewing gum and watching him work and when he stopped for a breather to rest his back she would ask, “What are you stopping for?”
But grudgingly she said he’d done all right and paid him the agreed price of forty quid and then added another tenner ‘because you are a good worker.’
STELLA: When Flip went to the door of the family home of Stella Kraft at 9:00 as arranged by phone, he found a note on the backdoor: ‘Flip come in, I’m in the bath.’
As he entered she yelled, “Is that you Flip?”
“Yeah?”
“Come and dry me.”
Stella was a red-head with pendulous tits, in her mid-thirties, and what he suspected she wanted from him was Flip’s idea of work.
He followed her into the bedroom after drying her. Stella’s nipples were up hard, and she rolled on to the bed and spread her drawn up knees and commanded, “Lick me.”
He licked her and carried out numerous other requests and left at 10:30 after coffee (she made it, singing and looking as if five years had rolled off her age) and he was 35 quid richer. He went home for a rest and couldn’t believe that any woman would want her tits stretched to that extent.
Mrs Yarrow was having coffee and poured him a cup.
“Tell me what you did this morning.”
“Um…”
“And don’t leave anything out, not a thing do you hear?”
Flip told her all and she showed no reaction and when he finished she said, “I read your advert in the newspaper than thought this would happen. A female composed that wording for you, didn’t she?”
“Yes.”
“Did you fuck her?”
He shook his head.
“Did you want to?”
He replied yes but they were never alone long enough.
KATIE: A little over-weight, unattractive and brassy, Katie had said on the phone she wanted a drain unblocked when she took a look at Flip she asked how much for anal sex. She’d not had it since well before marriage and wished to have her old memory revived.
Flip thought he’d charge a good-looking blonde a hundred quid and limit the time to one hour and so he quoted that to Katie.
“Do you charge extra if I’m tight and squeal?”
“No I’m long used to that.”
She cooperated fully and performed exceptionally well and Flip was almost tempted to give her a discount but then thought it hadn’t been great having sex with an unfit woman who obviously cared little for her body apart from her face and hair and decided no discount. It also had been a bit unnerving having anal without the usual warm up.
MARIE: The bored woman said she preferred not to talk business on the phone and so Flip agreed to go to the home of the stuck-up bitch and be interviewed.
A very attractive woman opened the door, didn’t greet him but said to come in and she walked off, leaving Flip to close the door and trot after her. They went into a reception room where three straight-backed chairs were lined up, two facing the one chair three feet away.
She sat on one of the chairs and pointed at the chair opposite for him to sit. She said, “My husband is coming. Unless he approves of you, you don’t work here.”
Flip thought bloody hell. He didn’t need to go through this Victorian-age performance. He was about to stand and take off when an man perhaps fifteen years older than the 40-year old woman entered and said, “Good morning. Please stand when I enter the room.”
Flip remain seated and didn’t reply and unfazed the guy sat next to his wife and said, “Well you passed that test okay. We would not engage a wimp. Good morning.”
“Yes it is a good morning sir.”
“Do you find pleasure in calling me sir?”
“Not at all.”
“Then call me Alex. Are you useful at small repair jobs inside and outside of a home and know how to prune, mend boundary fences, drive Marie in my second car if she wishes to go anywhere and to check incoming supplies against the note of what we ordered?”
“Yes providing the repairs don’t require soldering or welding or use of specialist tools.”
“Excellent, then you are hired Monday to Friday, hours 9:00 to 4:00 no reimbursement of travelling expenses for you to get here and Marie will assign your duties. You will be expected to appear neat and tidy at all times and for your work to be neat and tidy and to carry out everything you are paid to do competently. You will be paid £240 a week including time taken for comfort stops and a short lunch break. Lunch will be provided by Marie and she may ask you to eat with her. She is also entitled to have sex with you and will pay for that out of her own cash.”
Flip felt like waggling his ears to test his hearing. He couldn’t believe what he’d just heard… a guy agreeing to his wife fucking the hired help providing she paid for the privilege out of her own allowance.
“Well then er Flip. What do you think of that?”
“It’s okay and having longer term work will please me but the weekly rate is a bit light.”
“Then what's your suggestion?”
“I say £275.”
“I say £260. Remember if Marie decides she’d like to have sex for you the clock will tick extra money for you.”
“Then that’s a deal. Thanks Alex and Marie don’t think you have to have sex with me.”
“Oh never fear, I won’t feel obliged.”
Flip arrived next morning just before 9:00 and Alex had already left for his office.
“Could you check the roof guttering for leaks after clearing them of leaves,” Marie said after smiling and saying good morning. “You will find ladders and a hose in the workshop at the end of the garage. There’s a side door entrance.”
“Yes ma’am.”
“That’s being sarcastic. You called me Marie in front of my husband yesterday.”
“So I did and no slight was intended. I guess I was warmed up to conversation yesterday.”
Marie brought Flip a cold drink at 11:00. She’d changed into high-leg shorts and a halter and her tits looked swollen. He wondered if she’d been masturbating. She caught him staring and he said, “I think you have lovely legs.”
She almost dropped his drink.
“Sorry I slopped some. Your compliment caught me by surprise. I didn’t think you’d notice my legs. I don’t think Alex has ever complimented me on my legs… only these,” she said jiggling a tit.
Flip though it was the opportunity to reform her opinion of him.
“Oh those? Many women have good tits but not legs, especially above the knees. You have the thighs of a slim teenager. I’m sorry about being personal but you appeared to welcome my initial comment.”
“I like my tits as you term them.”
“I bet you do. Can you reach to lick your nipples?”
“Of course.”
“A great many women can’t do that I believe. For others it must be a big advantage if they are big into masturbation.
Marie’s eyes widened and she said as she turned to walk away, “You are proving to be a big surprise to me.”
He didn’t know what she meant but he’d bet she hadn’t expected him to talk to her as an equal and he being prepared to talk sexy to her was probably taken as a bonus.
Flip was around the front of the house and had just stepped backwards off the bottom of the extension ladder when she arrived and cooed, “Chicken salad is ready on the terrace.”
He turned and she gasped “Omigod” and clasped her throat.
Flip was sure his dick wasn’t sticking out of his shorts. He then figured she was looking at his torso and abs and then she became quite open about it saying, “Don’t put your shirt back on; I can stand looking at your torso. God you look fit.”
“I’ll do that only if you remove your halter.”
She giggled and said quite kindly to get knotted
Flip chucked and he thought from cold-ass bitch to this charming and easy going woman in such a short time? What a difference half a day can make.
He sat bare-chested eating salad and sipping iced water and she sat opposite him keeping her halter on eating salad and sipping white wine. He’d declined to have wine. They chatted, he supposed a little like aunt and nephew and he came to the conclusion she’d been asking questions designed to get to know him better. He also had questioned he’d like to ask, such as did she enjoy fucking, but it was too early in their employer-worker relationship to be that forward.
As he was leaving the table after fifteen minutes to return to work, Marie said, “You may take my halter off me if you’re that interested.”
“Oh I’m interested but will give that a miss until you invite me to fuck you.”
“You have worked it out that my husband has really hired you to give me sexual relief haven’t you because he can’t meet my requirements.”
“That thought had occurred to me but I took nothing for granted.”
“I might ask you to touch me tomorrow.”
“Fine, it’s up to you to make the call.”
She smiled and he didn’t see her until 4:00 when she came out and said that was enough for the day. She added he’d appeared to have made significant progress.
“Yeah another couple of hours on the top level guttering at the rear of the house should see me finished.”
Flip thought she could have said and then what, but she just returned indoors without saying anything.
No one was home next morning when Flip arrived at work and so he finished cleaning the spouting and then cycled to a nearby shopping strip and purchased three new spouting holding brackets to replace broken ones and fitting those and went to place the broken ones with the receipt for the new purchases outside the sliding doors. He tried the door and it opened.
He went inside and placed the old brackets and receipt on the kitchen table and poured a coffee and went to look for Marie’s underwear drawer. He found she had her own bedroom with dressing room and then it went through into a bathroom.
Flip stripped off, showered and stacked his clothes neatly on a bedroom chair. He chose a pair of panties and purposely a bra that didn’t match and then took great care and pulled on a pair of stockings. Looking in the long mirror Flip thought gee, he looked good enough to fuck.
This outbreak of his normal line of behaviour had come to mind the previous night when in bed and jerking off thinking about Marie. He decided to dress up in her lingerie at the first opportunity to see how it went. It might leave her cold, excite her sexually or inspire her to maim or even kill him but he believed the middle choice was more likely to be her reaction.
He fell on the top of her bed and soon was asleep, to be awaken later by Marie laughing almost hysterically.
He opened his eyes and saw her pointing at him.
“What?”
She cooed “I’m coming to get a piece of you” as she pulled off her clothes, sending them scattering.
“I’ll go easy with you,” she promised but Mr Show-off said there was no need for her to do that. He could take all she could deliver and more.
That evening the totally exhausted and drained Flip pushed his bike home, wobbling at the side of it, having only barely survived having his cock compressed to half its thickness by the enormous strength and control she had of vaginal muscle. Waiting and hoping anxiously during a rest break at the end of their first robust session of sex to have pumping blood return his erection to its regular diameter, were perhaps the scariest twenty minutes of Flip’s life.
He was sure that if Marie put an orange into that big muscular pussy of hers she could squeeze all the pips out of the fruit simultaneously to leave behind a series of small puncture hole in the skin looking not unlike shotgun pellets. The force of the high compression squeeze would have sent solid matter like pips straight through the soft-skinned orange.
Flip mentioned that theory to Marie who told him proudly she could lift the lid off the coffee pot with her pussy lips and walk it, legs held out wide, out of the kitchen and to the far side of the dining room.
He said amazing and she looked so pleased and offered him more coffee and Flip thought so that’s why the coffee they were drinking tasted rather bitter.
Next day Flip watched Marie waddle across the dining room with the coffee pot hanging between her legs and through practice before he left at the end of the month Marie had trained Flip to walk the same route with a 200g pack of biscuits tied to behind the helmet of his erection and hanging on a 10-inch piece of string. It wasn’t clear what use either of those skills would be useful for… street busking perhaps?
He was grateful for Marie teaching him how to exercise with his PC muscle to strength his groin and within a few days he began to effectively counter her clamping of his penis.
Marie turned out to be a good sort and apart from encouraging him to fuck her in all the usual places including the table, the front entrance tiles, the front lawn and the street boundary hedge and in the bathroom and toilet, they also had sex in an old double oak wardrobe and then using a stepladder, perched perilously they banged away on top of that wardrobe, on the compost heap and on a supermarket trolley before they returned it after someone had abandoned it at the front gate.
“God we’re moving,” she yelled, as the cart began moving down the incline toward the garage.
He saw there was a bit of uphill ahead of them and continuing banging her he called, “Never fear, with your weight it won’t run up the incline to thud into the garage door.”
Flip had placed an old door on to the top of the trolley because they were both rather too tall to get into the basket to fuck. But he was in error with his theory about where they would stop and the end of the door thudded into the garage door and spilled them to the ground but no longer connected.
Marie was left laughing hysterically and almost paralysed having multiple orgasms.
On his last day working there, Marie demanded and got four rounds of anal sex. As Flip prepared to tiredly cycle off home, Marie kissed him and gave him five hundred quid to buy clothes.
“You’ve brought fun back into sex for me,” she said. “Until your arrival I hadn’t been fucked on a hedge since I was twenty-on and when I made up some of those places where to have sex, such as in the spooky wardrobe and up on top of it, I never thought you’d be game to try them. Hitting the garage door as we fucked on that moving shopping trolley was a real laugh, You filling in the dent with thick matching white paint was a success because Alex has never noticed the damage nor the dent on the inside of the door. Of course he needs glasses but only wears them for reading.”
Marie said, “The deal I have with Alex is we hire a gardener or handyman for a month to service me and then I go without one for a month to avoid the neighbours becoming suspicious. You were my 54th monthly man and I must say one of the best, the best in your zest for life and being such a pleasure to have around when we weren’t fucking and you are way out front in delivering anal. You must tell your future girlfriends that.”
Next following an assorted number of women wanting work done, including some offering pussy but Frank, as he’d returned to calling himself, was sadden because life didn’t seem the same after Marie. In fact he’d almost thought of stopping work and moving on and thought he take just one more job and selected a respondent who’d said when she left a message she was twenty-seven and lived alone.
She came right out with it on the phone.
“I have several jobs for you but if you are good looking with good manners, I’d like you to try to make me pregnant. When you complete my jobs you could always drop by to have another crack of getting me in the family way.”
“I-I don’t this so,” Frank said, uncertain whether he liked the thought performing that role or not. The female’s direct manner had rather thrown him.
“Oh come on Frank, at least come and meet me. I look quite good and have a nice body although my bum’s a bit large, according to my dad. “Please Frank, give me a break.”
“Oh okay. When should I come?”
“Oooh Frank you sound exciting?”
Huh?
“You suggest something Frank,” she said coyly.
He said manfully, “Very well what about going out for a drink late afternoon tomorrow and returning to your place for a stew or something like that and if we feel we are compatible and you’re not having a period, we might end up banging?”
“You do mean sex don’t sure,” she said, seeking clarification.
“Yes I mean if all’s well, my dick slides up you pussy.”
“Omigod Frank, I like you lots already.”
MICHELLE: Dressed in fluffy white, Michelle had black hair, very bright lipstick, a generous mouth and two ample handfuls of tit, a bit of a rounded belly and yes her hips did look to be carrying a little too much padding, but not unduly so.
She was nervous and pretty and rather short.
“Good evening Frank.”
“Hi,” he said, pretending to croak. “I’m so nervous.”
“Oh here, let me kiss you. There is that better?”
He responded slyly, “A little.”
“Well you need more tender loving attention.”
“Um yeah and perhaps so. Um could I just touch as breast as we kiss again?”
“Call them tits if you wish Frank. I’m not the type of girl who’s up herself. Squeeze if you wish but try not to bruise me. I expect you have had sex before?”
“Yes and one lady said I was just the best at anal?”
“Omigod, here we are with you as nervous as a teen and we are already talking anal.”
“Sorry.”
“Oh my sweet man, don’t be sorry,” Michelle said softly. “I feel it’s my birthday and you know what young woman want on their birthday don’t you Frank.”
“No… oh yes, a hug?”
“Oh Frank I have some work to do on you.”
At the bar a red-headed woman came in on the arm of a guy around her age, presumably her husband and she waved and called out to Frank and he waved back and said hi to Stella, one of his first clients whom he’d worked for, starting with drying her when she stepped out of the bath.
“God are you a titman,” Michelle said, taking in Stella’s curvaceous figure.
“My clients have come in all shapes and sizes.”
Michelle said impishly, “And you do come for them?”
He choked a little but confessed, “Some of them” and waited to be embarrassed. But instead Michelle surprised him.
“That woman called you Flip?”
Frank said defensively, “It was a name I called myself for years but so many people appear to think it’s a stupid name that recently I went back to my given name of Frank.”
“May I call you Flip?”
“Er yes but why and be honest with me.”
“I think Frank is an old and ponderous name whereas I have quite the opposite opinion of Flip as a name. It sounds modern, irreverent and suggest the bearer is good-natured, energetic and a willing sort of guy. It’s a name that fits you perfectly.”
“Jesus, thanks Michelle.”
“It’s a pleasure Flip. Now tell me what you think about me?”
“You are warm, energetic and not the type to mope and you are lonely.”
“Christ Flip, have you been talking to someone about me?”
“Who?”
“I have no idea. Perhaps you haven’t.”
Flip said, “Well I’ll tell you something about me first. I spent a few days in prison for assaulting a guy who caught me fucking his wife and he went for me swinging a heavy brass candlestick. I punched him just the once, in the guts.”
Michelle said, sounding upset, “And the judge put you in prison for that? The cur.”
“Thanks Michelle.”
“It’s a pleasure and thanks for telling me. What did your parents think about that?”
Flip looked at the ceiling.
“They disowned you, didn’t they?”
They were sitting side by side on a sofa. She said softly, “Oh my poor boy” and hugged him.
Flip was astonished to find he was close to weeping. Oh boy, what a babe!
When they were back on even keel with fresh drinks and chatting, finding out about each other’s history, and came to a lull. It was Flip’s turn to surprise Michelle.
“Do you want to know something else I’ve thought about you?”
“Go on.”
“I think you’re a solo mum and your mother is bringing up the baby.”
Michelle’s mouth opened, she drew a full breath, grabbed her wine glass and emptied it.
“And you haven’t spoken to anyone about me?”
“Absolutely not.”
“I have little Jimmy at weekends. During the week I work as the accountant in dad’s hardware business and I have dinner with my parents after putting Jimmy to bed, he’s not quite two. I come home here no longer crying because I’m a big girl and possessed the guts to face up to my mistake. The father offered to marry me but I said no because I thought he was too rough to be a good dad. I never gave him the chance to change. These days that guy works somewhere in American for an oil prospecting company.”
“There’s a good chance you did make the right decision. Who knows?”
“Mom and dad have supported me all the way and when I decided to say no to Steven they both said to me I’d made what was probably the best decision because if it hadn’t worked out, it could have been messy and Jimmy would have been in the middle of it.”
“Yeah and we all know we don’t always make good decisions and sometimes it’s impossible to know if we made a good or bad decision.”
“I never expected you to be this sensitive, an itinerant handyman with no real fixed abode and I suspect you must be very lonely.”
“I cope and actually I have an excellent landlady who really likes me and I know I secretly regard her as a substitute mother. She has a son in the army and doesn’t know where her husband or where her daughter are.”
“Oh god,” Michelle smiled. “Live can be such crap for some of us.”
“Yeah.”
“So you don’t mind I’m a solo mum?”
“No and I suspect you would have told me soon.”
“Thanks. Let’s have one more drink and go home and fuck.”
“Gee you are capable of making great decisions.”
Michelle giggled and he liked seeing that.
Flip eyed her plump tits and his dick stirred in the preliminary warm up. He thought if Michelle asked him to stay on that he’d definitely accept. He couldn’t wait to see little Jimmy.
(((The End)))
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