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<p>[QUOTE=&quot;Snazzy1, post: 968332, member: 9912&quot;]Good guess Dukesdad but no cigar... err Snazzy points, as Life Goes On. </p><p><br /></p><p>I managed to get a couple of boats ready for pick up and closed the shop around 5:30 pm. I also locked my lowrider and Mike&#039;s sportster inside. You know, to keep the vandals from striking again. I sashayed over to the River Queen and spruced up for the big night. You know, doing Missy and doing her right. Oh sure ! Yeah, I knew she was married, but wait ! Missy had told me the whole story and it went something like this. She was born and raised in Florida and her folks still lived there. She had been attending college and the Old Goat had been a guest speaker. She thought that he was sweet and accepted his lavish gifts. Then she learned the truth. Yep, he dumped his wife of 40 years and needed a show wife. Yep, the world was her&#039;s if she said, yes. Well, there were a couple of things. You know, a premarital agreement that left everything to her, if he died of natural causes. Yep, if he croaked by accident or under suspicious circumstances. Well, all bets were off. Now Missy was honest with me and had made things clear. She really did care for the Old Goat but wasn&#039;t in love with him. Yep, if she could keep him happy and stayed married. Well, you know. No ! It really didn&#039;t surprise me any and Frankly, I didn&#039;t give a ####. I mean, nukey is nukey and a hard peter-sore-us has no screw-pulls. Anyway, I sashayed over, &quot; Knock, knock, knock. You who ! Anyone home ? &quot; </p><p><br /></p><p>Missy opened up, &quot; Come on in ! &quot; </p><p><br /></p><p>So, I did and sat at the table. Missy served up the meal and I don&#039;t recall what it was. I think, ... No, I really don&#039;t remember. Anyway, I was just sitting there and she made her move. Yep, the ole foot under the table and toe squeezed the boys. She had playful grin and was careful not to harm them. You know, it was a hint of things to come. </p><p><br /></p><p>I took her hand, &quot; You better watch that, you might start something that you&#039;ll regret. &quot; </p><p><br /></p><p>Missy wiggled her toes, &quot; You don&#039;t scare me any ! You know, you can&#039;t rape the willing. Do you want to go below ? &quot; </p><p><br /></p><p>So, we did. Yep, Missy was wearing some short shorts and had on a holder top. You know, they held up the melon carrots and showed her firm mid section. Her barefeet left prints in the deep carpet and her butt swung side to side. </p><p><br /></p><p>She excused herself, &quot; Why don&#039;t you get ready and I&#039;ll be right back. &quot; </p><p><br /></p><p>So, she disappeared into the bathroom and I stripped down to my boxers. Yep, I&#039;d wore them instead of the fruit looms. You know, they are a little more manly looking and come in different colors. Yep, no skid marks to display and easier to shed. Anyway, Missy returned and had on a lacy nightie. You know, a babydoll outfit that showed it all and then some. The room was dark and soft music played, as Missy slid under the covers and joined me. Our lips touched gently at first and then pressed harder. I took her in my arms and KNOCK, KNOCK, KNOCK, &quot; OPEN UP ! I KNOW YOUR IN THERE ! &quot; </p><p><br /></p><p>What a deal, as Life Goes On. </p><p><br /></p><p>No nighty night yet, I&#039;ll be back later, your Snazzy1.[/QUOTE]</p><p><br /></p>

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