Snow Bunny Laura Pt. 04

Copyright © 2021 - This is an original work by Zeb Carter and is protected under copyright by U.S. copyright law. It is only submitted at Literotica.Com and any submission to any other site has not been authorized by the Author. ~ ~ ~ Love Song ~ ~ ~ Cathy Jenson was walking through her family's wheat field in Iowa. It was early in the season so the wheat was only knee-high. In the distance, she could see her father and brother working on the fence that the cows had broken through to get to the wheat. She giggled at that thought but the unruly cows had been troublesome as of late. This was the second time they had taken a shortcut through a field that was fenced in with barbed wire. Cathy had just come from herding them back to the barn through the field. She could also see Michael Johnson from the farm next to theirs. Smiling she walked just a little fast so she wouldn't miss saying hello to Michael. When she got to the fence, her dad was just finishing getting the list stra

You may want to read "From Friends to Swingers Ch. 01 and 02", for the purpose of continuity. ----------------------------------------------------------- Karen recounts: It's been months since we got together, with our busy schedules and all, even weekends were hectic. This Saturday though, Jenny, Wendy and I found ourselves free and decided to hang-out at my home even without our men. It was a vibrant afternoon, Jenny and Wendy arrived together. Jenny garbed in a white knitted sundress with her matching bra and cheeky lace panties slightly visible from the material of her dress; was stunning as usual. Wendy, clad in a loose pink polo skirt, with three knobs unbuttoned; braless; an evident white bikini...glowed equally lovely. I was wearing one of Steve's t-shirt with only a silk bikini underneath. I welcomed my two girlfriends with a great deal of enthusiasm. We settled at the serene living room, each of us relaxing on individual couches. Adjacent to my left was We

Why was I asked to help a stranger. What A Monday That Turned Out To Be. Can you look after me for three weeks. I sat drinking green tea and eating a French pastry in the Pipeworks member's club lounge in Glasgow, a gay sauna, slowly recovering from my early morning steam room, sauna and massage, the Club was also unusually quiet for a Monday morning, unofficially this was the seniors time a fraternity that I was approaching with the passage of time. As I glanced around at the other members sitting at their tables I noticed a young dark haired, maybe twenty, doing the rounds of the tables he was about five foot eight, slim, toned and with a nice olive complexion. The Club members seemed to be rejecting whatever he was proposing to them before sending him on his way. As he came towards my table I noticed his distinctive walk almost dance like with a flowing rhythmic motion the way his hips effeminately moved. Wearing only a snug fitting snow white wrap that sat low and loosely on

The soccer team party was in full swing when we arrived. My son immediately stripped off his jersey and jumped into the pool, splashing all the parents who'd been unwise enough to sit too close. As always, I felt socially awkward, despite the fact that I'd known most of these parents for years, particularly since my husband hadn't been able to come. I searched for the friendliest face, a mom named Kayla, and walked over to greet her. I showed her the bottle of scotch I'd brought. "Where's the bar?" She looked at the bottle and rolled her eyes. "Everyone else brings Bud or, at most, an IPA, and here you are with a bottle of scotch." She laughed. "That is so you. Come on, the booze is over there, on the patio." She pointed to the other side of the house, where another group of parents were sitting around a firepit. I saw the usual suspects, but also saw J., my son's coach. We locked eyes for a brief moment before I looked away. My a

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Tuesday morning 6AM came ridiculously early, especially when you got only about four hours of sleep. That's about what I got altogether the night before. But I woke up feeling fiery, ready to take on the world. That's how I felt, until the adrenaline burned off. Then I'd need a lot of caffeine. But I was off to a good start. I used the bathroom before Camilla got in there, shaving, showering, packing my personal things in my shaving kit. Then I let Cammy get in there while I went down to make a pot of coffee while our parents got ready. Dad came down first and he gave me a wistful smile and a pat on my shoulder. "This is it, Jon. You're off to make your mark on the world. You'll be living there much more than you'll be here with us. Be extra nice to your mom this morning? She was crying much of the night. We're thrilled for you, proud of you, but it's still hard for her, you leaving home." His eyes got teary as well. "It's hard for