Archive | 25.02.2010
- A Twinkle in the Twilight Act 01
I'm one of a dying breed most folks would say. My name is Randy, I'm in my early forties, and I've been a handy man ever since I suffered an emotional collapse due to stress in the sacred halls of justice nearly 10 years ago. I've always been good with my hands so this seemed to be the logical transition. To wit: Law to labor.
Anyway, I received a phone call from Paul Watkins last evening telling me that his mother, Maude Watkins, had problems with the plumbing in her kitchen. She was a stubborn ... more
- A Twinkle in the Twilight Act 02
There was no end to Maude's talents. The snack as she called it was one of the most well balanced meals I've had in a long time. We didn't bother to get dressed when we decided to take a lunch break, so now we were sitting at the kitchen table rubbing our bellies and relishing the repast dressed very formally in our birthday suits. I was still fascinated by Maude's enormous breasts, and she was concentrating on my pecker. Sitting as she was at the table, her fleshy thighs were pressed together making ... more