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Cup of Sugar
Date: 7/2/2015, Categories: Wife Lovers, Author: Revealing, Rating: 26, Source: LushStories
daisy-dukes.” “Oh my, that does sound suspicious, Mary.” People like to talk, and I do have neighbors like that. I swallowed the lump in my throat and knocked on Carl’s door. What seemed like a long moment later, the door opened with Carl standing on the other side. He was in his bare feet, no shirt, and workout shorts. He was sweating and I was pretty sure I interrupted one of his workouts. “Hi Carl,” I said with a cheery tone of voice. “I hate to bother you, but can I borrow a cup of sugar?” “Hello Renee. Sure. Come inside,” he said while he struggled not to roll his eyes down my curvy body. Carl led me into his kitchen and he had his back to me when he was standing at the counter. He spoke while he was reaching into the kitchen cabinet for a bag of sugar. “How much do you need, half cup, full cup?” “Um… I lied to you Carl. That’s not the kind of sugar I came here for,” I said softly as I stood close behind him. When he turned around, his eyes widened and his mouth dropped open the moment he discovered that I had removed my halter top and left it dangling from my fingers. His eyes focused on my firm, perky tits, naked and exposed. My heart was beating a hundred miles an hour as I was silently begging him not to reject me. “Uh… damn, Renee!” “Am I being too forward?” I asked. “No. Shit! I’m just, well, completely fucking blown away here. Damn, you got some nice tits.” “Thanks. I thought you’d like them,” I answered with a smile. Carl seemed to be mesmerized by my topless ...