Mrs. Wilson 01
“Men! They have wanted their women in chains since the dawn of time!”
“Mrs. Wilson, I said to make sure that I disconnected the trailer’s safety chains before I pull away with my truck! (Also, I would want your hands free.) Anyways, I put in your online posting that your boat doesn’t leak, so????”
“Well, Harold used to take it out on the river every few weeks and the asshole kept coming back alive, so?”
“(That’s because he never made past the fag house.)”
“What Jay?”
“I said to watch that my truck makes it past your house, Mrs. Wilson.”
“Your truck cleared the house three minutes ago, Jay. Isn’t that why I checked the safety chains?”
“Well, I’m just anxious to get this over with, that’s all, Mrs. Wilson.”
“(Anxious, horny, hard for me, it’s all the same thing.)”
“What, Mrs. Wilson?”
“I said to turn your steering wheel hard, Jay. When is that guy coming?”
“(Oh, I’m coming soon enough.) He’s on his way and remember, $1100 is a fair price based on all the other ads that I reviewed, but if he offers a $1000, well, maybe that’s worth clearing out your backyard then, so.”
“You’re my son’s friend, Jay!”
“And that’s not something that you should be shouting in the driveway, Mrs. Wilson!”
“Oh, oh yeah, sorry, I’m just anxious too, maybe.”
Women! Always screaming things when they shouldn’t be screaming since the dawn of time, LOL.
“Hmm, and you say it doesn’t leak then, ma’am?”
“I mean, I have had to use bladder control undies once in a while, but.”
“Oops, oops, sir, hi, I’m her neighbor Jay and I can safely say that her hubby used to take it all the time and he didn’t die, so.”
“Don’t you mean “he took it out” there, sonny?”
“Well, he took it, he took out, he pulled it out, it’s all the same thing at the fag house, so $1100 even then, sir? And Mrs. Wilson is all boobs, I mean, boo-hoo and stuff, ahem!”
“Boo-hoo {shake} boo-hoo.”
[The potential buyer had dikmen escort big eyes]
“Alright, I have ten hundo’s in my shirt pocket, so?”
“Ahem.”
“Boo-hoo {shake, sniffle, shake, sniffle, shake} boo-hoo.”
[The potential buyer had big boner]
“Alright, I might have eleven hundo’s in my pocket, so, sold. What’s that back there by the garage? Is that a gasoline log splitter?”
“It is, but I haven’t tried to start it yet, so? Ahem!”
“Boo-hoo {shake, shake, shake} boo-hoo.”
“I’ll give $200 for it as is, final offer, so?”
[A glance over to Mrs. Wilson, which she replies to with a shoulder shrug]
“Sold. I’ll pull it out half up the driveway so it will be readily available for you after you unhook the bra, I mean, the boat and come back, so?”
“Just make sure that it has safety chains, sonny.”
“OMG, men and their chains! I mean, oops, excuse me, you men were talking then, hmm?”
“Well, keep my number and call me before you post anything else online for sale, ma’am. But only the bigger ticket items. I’m not much for yard sale stuff, so, I’ll be back then for the log splitter.”
Well, he paid Mrs. Wilson and he paid in full, so, good job then, right?
“Well, Jay, do I have any other bigger ticket item things then?”
“Um, you might not other things that he’s in the market for, Mrs. Wilson, but let’s take a peek in pole barn.”
I already knew the answer based on the size of her pole barn which was basically just a large shed, but hey, you never know what is stuffed into a corner, right? Other than spiders, right?
“Oh, well, I guess you might have been right then, Jay? This is a lot of small stuff, so listen, Jay, where would you ignite the fire then? That corner or this corner? Also, if you’re going to try and fuck me in here, I mean, I might want to and I might need it, but I’m throwing up the objection flag, so?”
“Mrs. Wilson, have you ever heard of a seat belt bra selfie, hmm?”
“Jay, dinar escort I couldn’t create my own online ad to sell the boat that didn’t take Harold to the bottom of the river, so? Also, where is this going then, hmm?”
I mean, her pullover tank top shirt wasn’t much to put up a fight and there was a pretty clean chain hanging on a nail in the shed, so, well, so I got on with it.
[Surprise tank top pull, pop out, pop out, grope, I mean, pose, clink, clank, clink, clank, clink, clank]
“There, a chain bra, Mrs. Wilson.”
[Snap, snap, snap, snap, snap]
“Now you can officially say it, Mrs. Wilson.”
[Snap, snap, snap, snap]
“Men! Photographing their women in chains since the dawn of the camera! Is this my good side?”
[Snap, snap, snap, snap]
Here’s the thing. One finger challenge Selfies with a mirror work and seat belt bra selfies have been trending for a couple of years, but chain bras, nope, they don’t work, but they made for some pretty nice photos! Especially when Mrs. Wilson kicked a hip out and held that “S” pose, which shifted the chain to an angle that no longer had anything to do with it being a protective chain bra.
“Back up a little Jay and get my full profile. I’m not ashamed of all this.”
[Back up, snap, snap, snap, snap, snap]
And I seconded the motion of nothing to be ashamed of.
“Yoo-hoo, sis, surprise! Oops, oh my, what’s all this then in shed? Ah, sis?”
“Well, it’s not like you caught me with his hard cock in my mouth, Amanda!”
“Duh, but apparently, you were like five minutes away from that with your boobs out, which, well, how old is this young man anyways, Wilma?”
“Ugh, 21, he’s Freddy’s friend, so.”
“Oh, so, with your boobs out, which caused this hunk to have such a boner then! Also, OMG, shame on you Wilma, for fucking your son’s friend in the shed! I mean, you were to going to fuck her, right young man?”
“Oh, ooh, um, well, you see, we were, ooh, um, diyarbakır escort what time is it then?”
“She probably needs it, so?”
So, sisters, right? Like, well, I had never been with sisters of any age, so I had no idea of anything, other than it felt like time get my dick wet one way or the other. If that’s where things were going.
And that’s not where things went. I mean, Mrs. Wilson stayed true to her convictions and didn’t drop her shorts for me. In the shed! Or sadly, not in the house either, buy hey, that’s what sisters are for, right?
“Wow, wow, Jay, I haven’t had a lot of men in my life, but that was my most amazing sex! Or in other words, LOL, my sister is an idiot. So, not having many men in my life, I mean, is there a number in terms of time then, hmm?”
Hah! I’m 21, so, five minutes! And that’s because I lost track of things while paying extra special attention to her boobs, which were much smaller than Mrs. Wilson’s, but just as alluring. Besides, all boobs are great boobs, right?
“{Huff, puff, ooh}, Jay, you’re taking my info, right?”
[Pound, knock, pound, knock]
“Oh, I guess it’s time, Jay, hmm, what does it mean for a man to wreck a woman’s mouth, Jay?”
[Pound, knock, pound, knock]
“Ga, ga, ga, ga, ga, ga, gag, gag, gag, gag, ga, ga, ga, ooh, ooh, ooh, gulp, gulp, gulp.”
[Rolls over in a huff and a puff]
“I’m done, Miss Amanda!”
“I’m pretty damn happy, Jay.”
[Pound, knock, pound, knock]
“LOL, this is Freddy’s old bed, Miss Amanda.”
“(I might be the first women in it, right Jay?)”
“(We don’t judge, but duh.)”
[Pound, knock, pound, knock]
“Walk of shame then, Miss Amanda?”
You see folks, here’s the thing about. I guess sisters don’t get all up in each other’s business or maybe Mrs. Wilson just let us off of the hook. But it still was pretty much a walk of shame, I guess. And I might add, I think the arms crossed the chest pose that Mrs. Wilson held for so long was directly related to her bra size, right? I mean, that pose has been trendy on Chang like forever, so 38’s then?
Anyways, hi and bye, I’m Jay and I have had a walk of shame. LOL, it was only the length of a hallway, but still, right?
End Mrs. Wilson 01