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Share Story. Daughter's Friend, Parts 1 and 2. You must to do that! No ? now! Story Details. I really didn't feel like being in any hurry to get ready and go. I wasn't even sure what it was that was being sold at this one. The hostess' daughter, Kelly, was a friend of Tamara's, and Kelly had asked Tamara to go. With the perversity of youth, Tamara had insisted that her mother and I go, too. I walked into the living room, where Mary and Tamara were waiting.
Mary, my wife, was 35, five years younger than I was, but looked 15 years older. She'd been drinking a lot lately, and there didn't seem to be anything I could do about it. I'd have walked out, but I wasn't going to leave Tamara with her. She had long blond hair, and an was absolutely gorgeous, if a father can be permitted some pride in his. When we arrived, Kelly, Tamara's friend, answered the door. She was wearing a white peasant blouse they were making a comeback againwith jeans and sandals. As we walked in, I felt Kelly's had brush against mine. It had to be an accident, but that didn't matter — it was all I needed to bring my cock to attention.
Honestly, it doesn't take much lately, with my wife spending more time with the bottle than with me, and Kelly is hot. All it meant, though, was that I was going to have to sit funny for the rest of the night, and I could add another fantasy to my catalog. Kelly took us inside and introduced us to her Daughters friend sex story, Sandy, who didn't look at all like Kelly. In her late thirties, Sandy was about the same size and build as Kelly, but had short dark hair and brown eyes, and was wearing wire-rimmed glasses.
Kelly and Tamara wandered off to talk while Sandy greeted us with "Hi, nice to meet both of you. Kelly's told me a lot about you two. Come and meet the rest of the crowd. We're still waiting for the last couple of folks; would you like something to drink?
I've got beer, wine, or soda. Of course, she didn't care, and it wouldn't matter much, she was already pretty well fried by then. Fortunately, she wasn't the kind who makes a big scene when she's been drinking. I don't drink much, but I figured a beer or two would make the evening go faster. We settled in as Sandy went to get our drinks. As I scanned the room, I noticed Tamara and Kelly over in the corner talking, giggling, and periodically looking over at us.
I figured they were probably talking about Mary being smashed again. I know Tamara talked to Kelly about that, and Kelly regularly let Tamara know about her latest run-ins with her mother. Kelly had a boyfriend who was a bit wild for Sandy's taste, and according to Tamara there was a running battle between them about it. Before long the rest of the guests showed up and things got started. The night was about as boring as I thought, but everything went smoothly.
Mary remained pleasantly drunk and didn't say much, and even found a couple of things to buy the product of the night turned out to be a variety of housewares. Sandy sold enough to make her happy. Tamara and Kelly managed to visit enough to keep from getting bored. The rest of the faceless horde that attended seemed to be pleased with the proceedings. And I managed to stay awake. The only odd thing was that both Sandy and Kelly seemed to spend a lot of time looking at me. I wrote it off as my imagination. The lack of attention from my wife must really be starting to get to me; now I'm starting to hallucinate.
Mary was out of town for a few days, visiting relatives in the Bay Area. Considering the amount Daughters friend sex story attention I'd had from her recently, her being gone wasn't going to change my life much. Tamara was going out with friends after school, and had let me know in no uncertain terms that she wouldn't be back until very late, and might not be back until the next morning. Luckily, she's a smart kid, very mature for her age, and I trust her not to get into anything she wouldn't know how to handle. Not something I could say for most girls her age. I had stopped to eat dinner, and was on the way home when I remembered that I needed to get some cigarettes.
I pulled into the mini-mart across the street from our apartment complex, and as I got out of the car I heard a familiar voice, in a surprised tone. I'm on my own tonight. I had another fight with my mother and wanted to come over and hang out with her until Mom calms down enough so I can go home. Tamara had said that she tended to get carried away with things. He can stay available for all I care! I know Daughters friend sex story. Really, I do. But I said it anyway. Just because Tamara's not home doesn't mean you're not welcome. Thank you! I'm almost out, and lately they've been checking IDs, so I don't know if they'll sell them to me.
Wait in the car, I'll be right back. I told Kelly to find something she wanted to watch. I don't watch a lot of TV and wasn't feeling too particular about what was on. She settled on something that looked like an off-the-wall stoner comedy on one of the movie channels. Kelly suddenly asked, "Michael, do you mind I smoke a t to relax?
And I certainly don't care if someone gets high, although I tend to stay away from it myself these days. Kelly pulled a large t and a lighter out of her purse, and fired up. After taking a long hit, she offered the t to me. I don't really do that any more. Besides, I don't like to get loaded by myself. It makes me paranoid, and I'm not a lot of fun when I'm like that.
Back in my days of regular dope smoking, I didn't like toking alone, either, and I was real familiar with the paranoia side of the Evil Weed. It was against my better judgment there seemed to be a lot of that tonightbut the next time Kelly passed the t I took it and sucked in a huge lung-full. I held it in as long as I could, then let the smoke go with a gasp, leaned back on the couch, and relaxed.
I thought you were never going to blow it out! So was Kelly. We were both kind of slumped on the couch, almost close enough that our shoulders were touching. After we'd each had a couple more hits off the t, I saw Kelly licking her lips.Daughters friend sex story
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