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There are some advantages to being divorced. Not many, but some. I can watch all the ball games I want without getting nagged. I can put my shoes up on the coffee table. I can…. actually the list is pretty short. But at least I can dream of having sex with any number of gorgeous girls, and no one ever demands to know what I’m thinking about.I was doing just that the other night, watching the Yankees playing some other team – I’ve forgotten which – wondering if I’d ever get laid again, when my door bell rang.“What the hell? It’s eleven o’clock!” I thought to myself as I put down my beer and shuffled to the front door.“Who is it?” I yelled.“It’s me, Johanna, Steffy’s friend. Can I come in, Mr. B?”“Johanna?” I tried to put a face to the name of my daughter’s friend. There used to be so many of them trotting in and out of the house when they were teenagers. Yeah! Then I remembered. A tall, skinny kid. They all used to call me Mr. B. because no one wanted to say ‘Mr. Bartkowiak.’I took a quick peek through the spy Sex hikayeleri hole in the door, and there she was. Wow! Had she ever grown up!“Come in, Johanna! My goodness! I haven’t seen you for – what – three or four years, have I? Steffy’s not home yet. She’s still up at U.C. Davis.”“I know! Shut up and give me a hug!”“Oh! Sure!”I wrapped my arms around her and pulled her tight against me, squishing her tits against my chest. (Note to self: no bra!)“You smell of beer! Can I have one?”“Of course!”“I know where you keep them,” she told me as she headed towards the kitchen.I stood watching her lanky body glide towards the fridge. She moved like a model on a runway, swinging her hips widely. She pulled opened the fridge door, but instead of bending at the knees to reach into the bottom drawer, she bent at the waist. Her rather short skirt rode up her thighs and gave me a delightful glimpse of her tight little rounded rear end. Lucky she never looked that tempting as a teenager! (Note to self: Sikiş hikayeleri no sign of any underwear. Thong a possibility.)She turned back towards me, twisting the top off a bottle of Sierra Nevada Pale Ale and I had a good look at the movement of her swinging tits under her T-shirt.“Sit down, Johanna. Tell me what’s going on. Are your folks still living down at the corner?”She stepped out of her flipflops and climbed onto the couch, sitting cross legged, giving me a generous view of her bare thighs.“Yup, still there, doing well. They’re away this weekend, so I’m have a party with some of the old gang. We’re playing a game of truth or dare.”“Well, Johanna, I’ll tell you the truth. You have really filled out into one gorgeous young woman.”“Thank you, Mr. B. Do you like my legs?”“Oh ssss- sorry,” I stammered, blushing furiously. “I didn’t mean to stare.”“That’s OK, Mr. B. I like it when an older man checks me out.”I didn’t feel quite so good about the ‘older man’ reference, but was Erotik hikaye happy she’d given me sort of permission to look her over. Now that she was sitting still on the couch, I could see the outline of her nipples pushing at her tight little T-shirt.Before I could drag my eyes away, she asked me another question.“What do you think of my tits? I like them a lot; I’m really proud of my tits.”“Sorry Johanna, I’m so sorry, that is – ah – that is so rude of me. I – I don’t know what came over me…”“I do,” she declared. “You’re divorced and you haven’t been laid in months.”I quickly took a gulp of my beer to save myself from having to confess that she was right about that.“You know, Mr. B,” she went on, “I had such a crush on you when I was a teenager.”“You did?”“Of course! A lot of the girls did. Specially me.”“Really? Do you have a boyfriend now?” I asked, trying to steer the conversation away from the direction it was taking.“Yeah, but he’s so bossy!”“What do you mean?”“Well, he never wants me to wear a bra.”“Oh my goodness! So you don’t wear them?” I asked, innocently feigning ignorance.“Of course not! Look!”She grabbed the bottom of her T-shirt and lifted it high, giving me an eyeful of two magnificent young tits, firmly projecting towards me.I couldn’t speak for a moment.
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