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Weener or Tongue Waggings  

michelsdaddy 74H
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8/6/2017 10h47
Weener or Tongue Waggings

I was entering hour 4 of another 8 hour shift, at the local pawn store, fuel stop, and bottle shop, on a sweltering August evening. The sign out front blinked 92F at 7:19pm, when she walked in the doors and asked if we had a restroom she could use. I gave her the key, pointed back outside, and told her it was around the corner of the building, in the back. She thanked me, winked, and sauntered out in the general direction of the facilities. I turned my attention to the task at hand, Straightening, dusting, and inventorying the shiny bottles of Ripple, Mogan David, Gilby's, Absolute, Cutty Sark, Passport, and the gambit of other brand (and not so brand) names and varieties on the shelves. As I continued performing my duties, my mind kept wandering back to (more like fixating on) the 5'8" blond who had recently grabbed my attention, wishing she had grabbed my manhood. She had placed me in la-la land, and I was only half mindedly doing my job. I snapped back to reality when I heard a voice asking me if I had any 151 in stock. It was her! I stutter yes and ask her what size bottle she desired. She told me and after fulfilling that need, she also told me she needed some Ice and a six pack of Coke. I sold her the items she requested and she thanked me for my help and attention. As she turned to walk out of the store, and my like, she asked me how late we were open? I told her 1:00 a.m., and she walked away as she let go of the door. I went back to my tasks. As I was finishing sweeping the floor at 12:59, I heard the front door warning buzzer sound and looked up, expecting to see an intoxicated patron from the bar that sat kittypampus from us, not yet ready to pack it in for the night, and In search of more refreshment to consume at home or in their motel room. It was however, not a customer of the type I had expected, I was, HER! I told her I was sorry but it was after 1:00a.m. and it was against the law to sell alcohol after that time, It would have been stupid for me to do so , especially with a cop sitting right in front of the store, with his eyes trained on the front doors. She told me that she had come by to ask me for a ride home. I told her I would be honored to take her where ever she wished, that she would just need to wait for me to lock the doors and turn down the lights. She waited outside the doors for me. We walked over to my old, rusty, beat to hell jeep Cherokee, got in and pulled out of the parking lot. As the tires rolled on to the street she turned to me N and said words that sent my mind racing. She said I only asked for a ride home...but I did not specify whose home...it could be yours. I bought another 6 pack of coke and a bag of ready ice, and off we went. Her large bulbous tits, and big round, firm ass were a playground unlike none I had ever experienced before or since. She was to put it mildly very skilled in the oral arts.

daddysmichele 49F  
1096 messages
14/6/2018 9h36

 When are you going to finish this story? I've been waiting to read more.


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