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He caught a view of pink flesh and realized that the blond was wearing nothing at all beneath her little red dress. His partner’s tongue dove in to taste her friend’s sweet hole, while she continued to rise up to meet his throbbing cock. She turned to her side and put a leg up over his shoulder. His balls began to slap against her sweaty ass. Her friend moved up to straddle her face, and at the same time the blond began to tongue him, and run her hands across his chest. Underneath him, his first fuck of the night began to rock in ecstasy. He could feel her pussy contracting with the orgasm. Suddenly, her pussy gripped him so tight that he almost lost his load again, but he knew he had unfinished business with the buxom blond who was now tugging gently on his nipple. The blond moved off of her friends face, turned and pulled her little red dress up to reveal her asshole to him. As the brunette’s orgasm subsided, he pulled his wet cock from her dripping pussy, and toyed with her. They told about our Dad. How long he was gone. When he came back. This time, from Independence Day to Labor Day… the longest ever from reading the calendars (our poor man’s Farmer’s almanac) we decided after talking, discoursing, arguing that Dad was gone… forever. But we watched for him for a long time after that. We found in the barn, in the loft, a box of books, mother’s books. Eclectic. John Donne. Plato. Shakespeare – a collected works. A bible, old and worn with the now meaningless names in the front, but full of strange, mysterious stories. Chaucer – spelling a mess but with patience, wonderful stories. Poetry: Wordsworth and Dickenson. Books of wonder, books that staggered the imagination. Mother’s books. Precious and needing to be read. I was literal, Cindy was poetic. We talked, we argued. I found a book of Dad’s on gardens. Cindy found a can on the top shelf full of coins and paper money. I walked the fifteen miles to town and smiled at Mr. Brown and said, yes, my dad was.
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