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YOUNG MEN WITH SMILING FACES
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YOUNG MEN WITH SMILING FACES Marisol has been spending the last month with a friend who just got out of rehab. She's always had more compassion for people who've gotten themselves hooked on various drugs than I have...Her Dad was a Marine, who'd been injured in Vietnam. He kept getting hooked on pain killers after he got out of the Corp. So M. has had a lot more experience in that sort of thing than I have. I was hooked on Booze 45 years ago, but just had to grit my teeth and give it up together with<b> cigarettes </font></b>by going "Cold Turkey..". Anyway, I've been spending time working on things out at our place alone with the two dogs. The temperature has been in the teens, and keeps going up about one degree each day. Today it's supposed to hit 113, and over 118 in the Springs (Palm Springs). The nice thing about the desert where we live though, is sometimes in the summer, the air is so dry that as soon as the sun goes down at night and before it rises in the morning, the temperature rapidly drops to the mid-seventies. We have a few plants that I water using gallon jugs of water. The gallon jugs of water have been going down faster than usual because of the hot temps. The water dishes I have outside for the dogs and the little critters that sneak around to get a drink, get dirty quickly when the temp is over one hundred, so I clean them out every day and toss the dirty water on creasote bushes..Water is a precious commodity on the desert. I buy ours for a penny a gallon from an automated water station provided by the city near where we live. The station is modern and clean, and very much like an ATM machine.. Put in your card, tap out a pin number, tap out the number of gallons of water you want and tap another little key...Presto! Out comes the water. The water station is for anyone to use provided they buy the debit card for use in it. A The connection hoses and holding jugs and transportation to and from the water station are up to the buyer of the water to take care of. I use an old 1/2 ton pickup. It holds 115 gallon jugs in it's bed which come to a little over 900 pounds of weight. The station is 18 miles away from our house and I usually go to the station just as the sun peeks up over the mountains... Which is around 6 this time of year. Filling the water jugs in the bed of the pickup is fast and simple. Jessica's coffee shop opens at 6, so by the time I go by there it's open with fresh coffee already brewed. I usually stop and get a cup of brew and gab with Jessica. She's Native American, with black hair and black eyes, and pretty as all get out. The morning I'm writing of, when I stopped, Jessica was sitting at one of her outside tables and talking with a young guy that I placed in my head as "military".. She broke off her gab with him to bring me a cup of coffee, and I said, "Nice looking young guy there," and nodded to where the was sitting... Marisol and I both like Jessica a lot. She runs the coffee shop that her father owns and she's only in her late twenties but looks a lot younger even than that. Marisol told me that Jessica has 1/4 Native American blood, and since Marisol is from a tribe, the two of them get along fine together. I flirt all the time with Jessica and it's gone further than that.. The she was talking to was nice looking, and when I mentioned that to her she said..."Oh yeah he IS and he's horny as heck.... So am I..." Then Jess set the coffee urn back up on the serving window and went back to the good looking guy. M. and I had been getting a little worried about Jessica recently, She'd been making out with some of the young guys who flock to her coffee shop, and she was getting a little reckless about doing it. I knew the little city where her shop was located had SEX POLICE, those guys are everywhere these days. Having sex in public carries a big fine if not a jail sentence. I was horny too, but I have enough smarts to know that a horny young, good looking , out scores an old buzzard like me by at least 100 points, and my feelings weren't hurt in the least. It was only 6:30 and the and I were the only two customers in the shop. I sipped my coffee and didn't stare at the and Jess, but from the glances I gave them out of the corner of my eye, I could see Jess was fondling the crotch. The next time I looked over their way I couldn't see Jess. Then I made out her long black hair tied in a pony tail with her signature yellow and red ribbon, bobbing between the 's legs half way under the table the was sitting at. It didn't take long for Jess to get him off, and he got up from the table and his face was flushed as he hurried out to his truck and drove off. Jess came over to me all smiles and bent down and kissed me on the mouth. I could taste cum in her mouth. "UMMM I needed that" she said."He's got to be at the main gate at 7, so he had to hurry out, otherwise I'd have introduced you.." "Jess," I said, "You're too much! How many guys have you taken "care of" in this shop since you've been running it... ?" "I haven't kept count, but I NEED to do at least ONE every day, " she said. "I LOVE it." "You and I understand each other..." Jess knelt down at my table and reached for my cock over the thin yellow shorts I was wearing. "Let me do you too, " she said, "I'm still horny," just as two pick-up trucks and a car pulled into the parking lot for the shop.. "Oh Heck, I guess not.." She said and got up to greet the six military guys as they poured into the shop.. I wanted to tell Jess to be a little more careful. Her place already had the reputation as a place to get head, and I was worried for her. Jessica knew all about M. and me, and about me liking the same THING as Jess did..... I waved goodbye to Jessica but I knew she was too preoccupied with all the young studs around her to pay much attention to me. She blew me a kiss, as I went out the door to go and get my hundred fifteen gallons of water at the water pay station. I wished that those two trucks and the car full of military guys had pulled in about ten minutes later than they had.... In life-- and with sex-- timing is everything. by david stardust... Friday morning.. July 22, 2016..    |
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Have a great weekend.. Wonderful read by the way David hugsssssss V 
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You have a great weekend. Great story... lol
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Have a great weekend.. Wonderful read by the way David hugsssssss V Become a blog watcher sweet_vm
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