1. Joyce Dickinson part 9


    Date: 7/21/2015, Categories: Mature, Author: Les1111, Rating: 75, Source: xHamster

    Robbie opened the front door to his temporary residence and dragged his bag in. The house alarm starting beeping, reminding him that Joyce was the most organised person he know. He fished the piece of paper from his pocket, that Joyce had given him, bearing the alarm code and switched if off, He noticed it was the year of his own birth., and stored that information for use at a later date. He left his bag in the hallway and went for a poach about his new home for the next fortnight. He had memories of being here as a c***d, but, it was a long time ago, and then, he was more interested in Aunty Joyce's party games, than games of a different nature. He vaguely remembered the layout of the house, but just to refresh his memory he did the grand tour, guided my himself. It was a three bed semi with a small conservatory, large enclosed private rear garden and a separate dining room. Much of it was as it was when he stayed as a c***d. Decor had changed in 'public' areas but the decor was the same in the spare bedrooms. He remembered a huge old bath in the bathroom but now there was a large walk in shower and a bidet. Joyce had told him to unpack his bag in the larger of the spare bedrooms, to make it look as though that's where he was sl**ping. What struck Robbie about the house was how tidy it was. Nothing was out of place. At all. There was no rubbish in the waist bins, no old papers in the magazine rack, the fridge was well stocked...albeit with totally healthy food and drink. ...
    The grass was immaculely cut, the flower beds weed free and the fencing all painted like new. It was like a show home. Not like his own. He left the main bedroom till last, hoping to find all the hidden treasures, similar to those stashed away in his own mothers bedroom. Fifteen minutes later he left the room and wondered what the hell she did for fun. He had joked with her about whips and handcuffs, dildos and vibrators..... disappointedly finding nothing but a rubber band and a packet of band aids. Hardy the stuff of a dominatrix. Her underwear drawer was what he imagined his grannies would look like....if he had one,..baggy and saggy. All her knickers were cotton and full, no frills no whistles and certainly no tassels. They were boring colours, and just totally unsexy. Thank god his mother took her shopping. He noticed all the photographs on the walls, were as they would have been 10 years ago. Wedding pictures of her and Garry, holiday snaps of water sports in the Seychelles and skiing in the Alps. A photograph of a party, caught Robbies eye, and he reached up the wall and took it down. It must have been from about 12 years ago and Robbie vaguely remembered it. He was standing between his mum and Joyce and on the outsides were his dad and Uncle Garry. Their was nothing unusual about the photograph except for the fact that he looked more like his uncle Garry than his dad. In fact if you were a stranger and asked to pick the father and son,99/100 would have picked Garry as ...
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