Done it in the past myself so I have.
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Done it in the past myself so I have.
"I can't believe now that I was ever reluctant to fill out those summer days of my freshman year cleaning swimming pools. If I hadn't taken the job I never would have met Mrs Johnson. I would never have shared that beautiful time. I would never have released that burning passion.
It seemed like Mr Johnson was never around, always out of town on business. Leaving his wife with little more to do than spend the morning working on her age defying body, which she would then sun by the pool after lunch.
It was a part of my Wednesday routine to stop by the Johnson place. I always said a little prayer that the sun would be blazing down and luckily for me that fateful Wednesday it was. I climbed out of the truck, walked through the rose garden and descended the steps to the pool where I was stopped dead in my tracks by the perfect naked form of Mrs Johnson, greedily slathering sun block onto her sleek limbs. She wasn't startled by my arrival and cooly met my gaze with hers. All the while working the lotion into her skin.
My heart was pounding and there were stronger emotions at work to bother about being embarrassed. I put down my tools and strode around the pool to where she stood. "Mrs Johnson," I said. "I believe these are yours." I handed her bikini bottom and top. "Wait!" She cried, anger, confusion and longing playing across her voice. "Don't you want me!" She pleaded. "That bulge in your jeans......" I smiled and placed a hand on the top of her shoulder and pressed hard. She fell to her knees in front of me. I stroked the bulge in the front of my jeans and smiled. "Are you sure you want it?" I asked. "Yes!" She panted. In one smooth action I thrust my hand into my front pocket and whipped out my paperback gideon bible new testament and recieved her into the fellowship right there on the marbled tile.
The End.
It seemed like Mr Johnson was never around, always out of town on business. Leaving his wife with little more to do than spend the morning working on her age defying body, which she would then sun by the pool after lunch.
It was a part of my Wednesday routine to stop by the Johnson place. I always said a little prayer that the sun would be blazing down and luckily for me that fateful Wednesday it was. I climbed out of the truck, walked through the rose garden and descended the steps to the pool where I was stopped dead in my tracks by the perfect naked form of Mrs Johnson, greedily slathering sun block onto her sleek limbs. She wasn't startled by my arrival and cooly met my gaze with hers. All the while working the lotion into her skin.
My heart was pounding and there were stronger emotions at work to bother about being embarrassed. I put down my tools and strode around the pool to where she stood. "Mrs Johnson," I said. "I believe these are yours." I handed her bikini bottom and top. "Wait!" She cried, anger, confusion and longing playing across her voice. "Don't you want me!" She pleaded. "That bulge in your jeans......" I smiled and placed a hand on the top of her shoulder and pressed hard. She fell to her knees in front of me. I stroked the bulge in the front of my jeans and smiled. "Are you sure you want it?" I asked. "Yes!" She panted. In one smooth action I thrust my hand into my front pocket and whipped out my paperback gideon bible new testament and recieved her into the fellowship right there on the marbled tile.
The End.
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