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07 Ağustos 2023, 10:12
As usual, Molly awoke with the sun. Today was different than the past four hundred or so. She felt fresh, alive, more sixteen than forty-six.
The source of her regeneration was her nephew Mike who had arrived the day before to help with the ranch for the summer. Hot images of the good looking youth had invaded her night's rest and she'd masturbated for the first time since her husband Hastings had fallen ill and passed away more than fourteen months ago.
The bright feelings of a freshly satisfied libido put a bounce in her step as she dressed quickly. Hastings had taught her early on that sleeping nude meant one less thing to do at night and in the morning. She always kidded him about ulterior motives.
Her jeans were soft and faded from six months of thrice weekly wearings and twenty-six launderings. Ranchers never purchased so-called "pre-washed" denim. Their new levis were always stiff and bright blue with one of the world's distinctive and recognizable aromas.
Molly rarely wore panties but had, long ago, taken up bras when working (but not for parties!) because the nipples on her perky b-cup breasts tended to raise noticeable protrusions under her shirt without one. Just being an attractive woman provided enough sexual distractions in the man's world of ranching without introducing something as overt as visibly hard nipples. A cotton shirt covered the bra and cotton socks were covered by her boots. Her hat was downstairs; it wasn't worn inside.
Today, there would be one new task before heading downstairs for breakfast. Molly left the bathroom light on as she opened the connecting door to the spare room where her nephew now slept.
"Mike," she called softly taking two steps into the room. She could see the sleeping teen in the dim light. "Mike," she called again.
Had she been closer, Molly might have been able to make out the rapid movements of the boys eyes beneath his closed lids. The dream Mike was having suddenly veered erotic as he heard a feminine voice call his name. In sleep, he saw a dream girl say, "Mike" again.
The dream lovers quickly embraced and Mike recognized her as Jen from the airplane flight. Outside the dream, Molly approached the bed and touched Mike gently on the shoulder.
"Mike, come on honey, it's time to get up."
Back inside the dream, Mike heard Jen call him honey and ask if he could get it up. Somehow the couple had become naked and Mike grabbed his stiffy to show Jen he was erect. The movements from the slumbering vision became visible to Molly as Mike rolled onto his back and slid his hand onto his morning missile.
"Baby, I am up," Mike announced to both Jen-the-illusion and Molly-the-reality.
Baby, you sure are, Molly thought as she stared at what was easily the largest sheet gazebo she'd ever laid eyes on. How big are you? She wondered as she stared, held her breath, and imagined that Barnum
The source of her regeneration was her nephew Mike who had arrived the day before to help with the ranch for the summer. Hot images of the good looking youth had invaded her night's rest and she'd masturbated for the first time since her husband Hastings had fallen ill and passed away more than fourteen months ago.
The bright feelings of a freshly satisfied libido put a bounce in her step as she dressed quickly. Hastings had taught her early on that sleeping nude meant one less thing to do at night and in the morning. She always kidded him about ulterior motives.
Her jeans were soft and faded from six months of thrice weekly wearings and twenty-six launderings. Ranchers never purchased so-called "pre-washed" denim. Their new levis were always stiff and bright blue with one of the world's distinctive and recognizable aromas.
Molly rarely wore panties but had, long ago, taken up bras when working (but not for parties!) because the nipples on her perky b-cup breasts tended to raise noticeable protrusions under her shirt without one. Just being an attractive woman provided enough sexual distractions in the man's world of ranching without introducing something as overt as visibly hard nipples. A cotton shirt covered the bra and cotton socks were covered by her boots. Her hat was downstairs; it wasn't worn inside.
Today, there would be one new task before heading downstairs for breakfast. Molly left the bathroom light on as she opened the connecting door to the spare room where her nephew now slept.
"Mike," she called softly taking two steps into the room. She could see the sleeping teen in the dim light. "Mike," she called again.
Had she been closer, Molly might have been able to make out the rapid movements of the boys eyes beneath his closed lids. The dream Mike was having suddenly veered erotic as he heard a feminine voice call his name. In sleep, he saw a dream girl say, "Mike" again.
The dream lovers quickly embraced and Mike recognized her as Jen from the airplane flight. Outside the dream, Molly approached the bed and touched Mike gently on the shoulder.
"Mike, come on honey, it's time to get up."
Back inside the dream, Mike heard Jen call him honey and ask if he could get it up. Somehow the couple had become naked and Mike grabbed his stiffy to show Jen he was erect. The movements from the slumbering vision became visible to Molly as Mike rolled onto his back and slid his hand onto his morning missile.
"Baby, I am up," Mike announced to both Jen-the-illusion and Molly-the-reality.
Baby, you sure are, Molly thought as she stared at what was easily the largest sheet gazebo she'd ever laid eyes on. How big are you? She wondered as she stared, held her breath, and imagined that Barnum