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That spring Chili planned a road trip north. He would visit his parents at their new home in North Carolina, his sister in Virginia, and Benny in Maryland. He would stay with his parents one night—that’s about all he could stand—and with his sister and brother-in-law for a couple days, and then on to Benny’s. At Benny’s he would play it by ear: it could be a lot of fun or, after so much time, it could be like a weird scene from the movie ‘Pacific Heights’. What attracted Chili most of all to the visit was his curiosity. How was Benny living these days after his windfall? He knew he had a successful business, but what was his life like? Was he still a head? Still dealing? Was he happy? And what about Grace? Was she? It was late Friday afternoon and Chili had been in the car over five hours when he arrived at Benny’s house. It was a little hard to find. It was out in the countryside and he missed a turn and had to backtrack before finding it. He drove down a driveway through a tunnel of trees and then curved to the left. The house was bigger than he expected, a brick two-story with a gabled roof, dormers upstairs and a three-car garage. There was a silver Toyota in the driveway. Chili heard a big dog barking nearby. He parked but didn’t get out of the car right away. He thought immediately that a large, ferocious dog would probably mean only one thing to Benny: protection. “Wait a minute, Chili!” he heard a female voice call. He looked over to the side porch and spotted Grace behind the screen holding the collar of a white German Shepherd. “Let me take care of the dog!” Then she disappeared for a moment until the front door opened and Grace emerged without the canine. “It’s okay now,” she said, walking toward the car, and Chili opened his door and got out. Grace gave him a hug, which surprised him. It was the first time they’d really touched and he felt the soft pressure of one of her breasts against his sternum. “Nice to see you, Chili. How was your trip?” He ran down the boring details of his five-hour drive on rural two-lanes and the interstate and the miserable mixing bowl around the Virginia/D.C. line. He got his bag off the backseat and they walked inside. “Benny’s not home yet, but he should be soon,” Grace said. “We’ve looking forward to your visit. Would you like something to drink?” They sat at the kitchen table and sipped cold drinks and made small talk. Grace’s auburn hair was longer, falling down the top of her back with a hint of curl. Her body was still trim, tight denims snug against her long legs and cute butt and a soft red shirt. Somehow though, her face looked different than he remembered: still attractive, but in an older and more serious way. She wore an engagement ring with a large, oval diamond on her left hand. “You look great, Grace,” Chili said. He gently squeezed her bicep and added, “Good shape, too. Have you been working out?” Let's go first thing so it's quiet. You can't think of anything else but getting it inside your ass or cunt cans you? I don’t remember it being so open like that.” About a hour after I sat on my bed I heard the foot steps coming down the hall, walking out my door the fighter carrying a tray of food stopped and stood at attention. Not too hard, but it was enough to make her hiss at the sensation. As a result the competitor was advised to tighten the harness around her crotch. From behind the closed door, I could hear the sound of faint yells and footsteps charging up the stairwell. Erin felt a pain in her heart and was cursing herself, thinking that she had sabotaged the planned seduction.
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I got in the house to my Dad on the phone, he looked pretty mad, Mom was sitting on the couch with my sister, they both look like they were stifling smiles. Dad excused himself to the caller and sternly told me to sit down. I did so and pulled up the messages on my phone, I ignored the ones from Carol and seen one I'd been waiting for, apartment ready. Dad finally got done with the call and stood to talk to me. "So, not only did you fuck up this family's chance of ever going back to that church but Pastor Collins is threatening to sue you for having adulterous relationships with his wife. I have to go and smooth things over in the morning but right now he's really mad. I send you away to see things in a more pure setting, to be among people of the church and maybe learn how to be wholesome again. How long have you been sleeping with Mrs Collins?" Said Dad as he paced in front of the fireplace. "Well firstly, if you wanted me to have a wholesome experience you sent me to the wrong place. Carol caught darling Pastor Collins fucking one of the new choir boys on video, that pretty boy that works at the supermarket that Mom says is no way 21? Well, she was upset, drunk and wanted me to make her feel wanted again so I did, a lot. I have the video if you want it, will put the lawsuit idea to bed. And 3 months, all those counselling sessions you sent me to after you caught me with Becky would be closely followed by an hour making sure Mrs Collins didn't turn to vodka again. I'm a big boy Dad, I can take care of my own issues, if that fat prick wants to drag you into it then he's showing how far away from a godly man he really is. I'll go talk to him but I won't be setting foot in that church again." I replied. "Are you serious? Mrs Collins is stunning, why would he do that?" Said Mom.
“Yes, sorry.” Robert was by this time numb to the perverse sex that he was forced to witness time and time again. So, I readied myself for three years of abstinence. Something more than the little mosquito bites she currently had. We need to get you used to taking it first. This must be what parties were like for the super rich. Alexis kept glancing at me, making sure I was okay with the whole thing. The pleasure flowed to my pussy. Both parents are gone too. If she did not know that Plato was coming, Marcella would have never been able to withstand setting four.
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