1. Gym Shorts


    Date: 9/4/2015, Categories: Anal, Author: ricky12345, Rating: 13, Source: LushStories

    Lisa banged on my door nearly an hour early. She and my sister were meeting at my house so Lisa could park her car and ride with my sister. They'd planned a long day of shopping and didn't want to drive two cars. I dragged myself out of bed and slid into cutoff jeans and a T-shirt. Lisa was alternately ringing the bell and banging on the door. When I opened it she inquired, "Where the heck were you? Sleeping?" "Yeah, it is Saturday morning and I had a long week at work." I was talking to an empty doorway as Lisa sauntered into my den. She stopped in the middle of the room and began to tell me about her argument with her daughter, Janey. They argued constantly, mostly about Janey's grades. I plopped down in my easy chair and tuned her tirade into a bearable drone. I watched her strutting back and forth. Not bad for a forty-something divorcee. Shoulder length red, curly hair. Dark green eyes. Full, perfectly shaped lips painted blood red. And then the good stuff. Full, firm C-cups with long, thick nipples that never saw a bra. Just a hint of a tummy: she did have a child. Hips and ass that promised ecstasy, on perfect legs. The perfect woman if you could turn off her nonstop mouth. Today she appeared to be wearing a pair of her daughter's gym shorts, which were at least a couple of sizes too small. I couldn't help but notice that the seam disappeared into her crotch to reappear at the top of her asscrack. Her tank top covered her tits, but was tight and very thin and looked to ...
    be sprayed on. And, of course, she had on high heeled clogs. A perfect outfit for a day of shopping. She never stopped talking when I answered the phone. Nor did she quieten when I gestured. Sticking a finger in one ear, I could barely hear my sister tell me she would be late and to entertain Lisa. Great! I had to yell for her to notice that I wanted to insert my edgewise word. "Lisa, Sis is going to be late." Lisa looked at me like I was speaking some alien language. After a few seconds she resumed pacing back and forth and enumerating her woes, ignoring my pleas to be quiet. Finally, I yelled, "Lisa, shut up!" She looked at me through squinted eyes. "I am not a child. Don't use that tone with me." She crossed her arms under her tits and stomped one foot. Amazingly, she was silent. "Lisa, you are acting like a child. You're a guest in my home." As she stood there tapping one foot she was squeezing her tits between her crossed arm, thrusting them out, causing her big nipples to harden. My eyes took on a will of their own and overtly stared. "So what are you gonna' do, spank me?" "If that's what it takes to shut you up, hell yes." "Well, I dare you." I scooted forward onto a leather ottoman and grabbed one of her wrists. Pulling her toward me, I told her, "Get across my knees." I was genuinely angry. She bent over my knees and lowered herself until she was laying ass up in my lap. Without any hesitation I began smacking her ass with my open hand. "Ouch, ouch, ouch." I knew her ...
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