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Jennifer was still rubbing his back, her soft voice making little cooing sounds as pleasurable to his ears as a warm spring shower was to his face. But the mood was suddenly broken as his son, after stepping through the front door and possibly thinking he was being cute growled quit flirting with the old fart. Without waiting for hers or his dads reply he grabbed her arm and hustled her from the house. The last thing he saw before the door closed behind his son and Jennifer was her cute wiggling buttocks as she struggled to get loose from Lawrence's grip. What the fuck was wrong with that boy? There wasn't any need for him to be treating her like that. She wasn't his property, she was his girlfriend for Christ sake. For a second the thought that if she were his girlfriend he wouldn't treat her like that flashed through his aged and drug dulled brain. He felt a stirring in his loins for the first time in years, but that's all it was, a stirring. Sighing deeply he ambled off to his bedroom. Hours later, after a great deal of tossing and turning he finally dropped off to sleep. As he slept he dreamt. He dreamt of the first time that he'd seen Jennifer. As if he were awake and it was weeks earlier instead of asleep and now he recalled what she'd worn and the cute little shy smile as she'd been introduced to him. She'd been wearing a pair of the latest style of jeans much along the lines of the hip hugger flare bottom jeans that girls had worn when he was about her age, but he damn sure didn't recall any girl looking as fine as Jennifer had. The jeans hugged her so closely it looked as if the cute young thing had been melted and poured into them. From the second he'd laid eyes on her he'd liked her, not because she looked sexy as hell. but because of an inner glow she had. As he had looked at her and she at him time had seemed to stand still for him. How long they had stood looking into each others eyes he had no idea, but it wasn't until his son had said that he looked like he was in pain that he had taken his eyes from her. Though he was asleep a smile curled his lips. It had been her that had helped him back into his lazyboy not his son. He dreamt of whenever she came over, which was quite often and without Lawrence, she did things for him. Little things like getting him coffee or fixing him a snack, and more then once even cleaning his house. He dreamt of the time he'd kidded her of always wearing jeans asking her why girls didn't wear skirts anymore. In his jest he'd playfully swiped at her as if to give her cute little butt a smack. She, giggling like a little girl twisted just beyond his reach before turning around and wiggling her cute tight butt. Together they had laughed. Him gravely as it was the first time in a long while and she like a a fine crystal bell. He remembered telling her that women should wear dresses, then winking at her playfully he'd said that if she was his girl friend he wouldn't let her wear anything but. To his surprise but immense pleasure the next time he saw her that's exactly what she was wearing and she'd never gone back to jeans. Coming awake at the sound of his son entering the house he was surprised to see and feel that his dick was hard. Not the bone hard six plus inches that he'd made love to his wife with before she'd passed away seven years ago but hard never the less. A feat that he'd thought impossible and he silently thanked Jennifer for giving him his first woody in many a long year, but then it softened. Author bio: Morkel loves to read erotic story. If you want to read sex story or want to hire an escort who specializes in therapeutic, sensual and erotic massages, visit http://theeroticsection.com and enjoy the ultimate pleasure.
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