1. Anal summer (Chapter 2)


    Date: 11/13/2014, Categories: Anal, Author: xhampster1fannn, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

    called it, was a predominantly Italian-American area. People like myself, who were born here, were either working class or poor. Our natural hospitality towards these new people made them feel adopted and part of our community. Our little old Italian ladies would cook their elaborate dinners and share them with the nice Americano boys who were renting the top floor flats. The next thing you knew, there were more and more of them 'til we, the natives, were squeezed out to the suburbs or the slums. The very thing that made living here attractive was disappearing fast: Its warm and friendly residents. And its ideal location was also leading to its demise, slowly turning our community in to a village for the wealthy and a haven for yuppies. I was pulled from my thoughts by the vision of a female form jogging in my direction. She looked good, real good from this distance, whoever she was. As she got closer, I realized it was, Gemma, out for her morning jog. Her shapely athletic body was hugged by a skintight spandex running outfit. She looked amazing with her pretty face flushed with exertion and the sun shining on her. Then a voice inside me said, "How dare you think ...
    of her in that inappropriate way!" I hated myself for a half second for it, since she was a good friend and my boss. "You naughty, naughty man, you!" Gemma said as she approached. "What?" I feigned ignorance. "You know what I mean." "No, what do you mean?" "You know I will not allow you to go home with my customers. It's not good for business!" "What?" "Don't play dumb, Larry" "Look, its a beautiful morning and I'm out for a walk to get the Sunday paper" "Larry, You never showed up at Davey's last night. You're in the same clothes you left in, not to mention you're walking like a guy that was out fucking all night..... are your balls stuck to your thighs?" How in the fuck did she know that? Sure, I guess everything was obvious, but the sticky balls thing was real Sherlock Holmes stuff. "Are you going to the gym?" Gemma prodded, in a tone of disgust and impatience. Was she really this angry? "Yeah." "Well, shower before you go!" Still playing innocent, I said, "Why?" Gemma rolled her eyes and shook her head in disbelief. "Because you smell like pussy, Larry! That's why!" Still perturbed, she jogged off, yelling back to me. "And be on time to work! We'll be busy."
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