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We didn't' go into details, but I wondered if he'd been "put out of commission" in the intimacy department. Not that I would even want details, but it's a male thing (at least a middle-aged male thing) to shudder at that possibility. Mentally I made a note to schedule a visit to the doctor for that "fun" examination. Approaching fifty, I needed to just make it an annual event.

I drifted off to sleep wondering if the pretty lady was still enjoying the good lovin' she'd dumped me for so long ago.

The rain was still falling and the storm was overhead when the sound of a loud thunderclap woke me with a start. I looked at my watch, my eyes adjusting enough to make out the fuzzy glowing hands. After four as best I could make out, and I was in too comfortable a position to move to find my glasses and make sure. I was almost back to sleep when I heard the buzz of an alarm down the hall, and lights begin to come on. They'd told me to just sleep in, so I closed my eyes and pretended to be sound asleep when the lights came on in the kitchen.

I was in a good position to see over into it, or at least a portion of it, so I opened my eyes just enough to see what was going on. I could get up, but we'd caught up on all the news last night. It's funny how when you re-connect with old friends who've you've not been overly close with how little you still have in common. Old news and new news is soon exchanged, and conversation then seems harder to make than it's worth.

Gail was putting on the coffee. She'd not gone back to work after she'd been laid off at the down-sizing of the insurance company she'd been at since they'd married. I smiled. It's not every lady who'd get up to see her hubby off to work this early. As the coffee brewed, she put a bowl and box of cereal on the table. She poured herself a cup of coffee and I saw her coming my way.

I closed my eyes almost fully, open just enough to make out her silhouette in the doorway by the kitchen light. She just stood there, looking at me. She was still in her pajamas, nice silky ones but far from lingerie-grade, white top, blue bottoms. She sipped her coffee and just looked. It seemed like almost two or three full minutes. The sound of the bathroom door in the hall turned her head quickly, and she almost ran back to the kitchen, getting to the table just as he entered the room.

I rolled back on the pillow and wondered what in the world she was thinking. Probably calculating the extra laundry I'd just created. The sound of whispers told me they were trying to keep the volume down so I'd not wake up. I was still sleepy, and was drifting back to sleep with the hypnotic sound of rain all around me when I heard the door close and the car start. The kitchen light went out and I resumed my search for a little more sleep.

Another flash of lightning illuminated the room again, this time with several seconds separating it from the roll of thunder. My eyes opened enough to see her standing there again, this time with no coffee cup and leaning against the doorway.

She knew the noise might have awakened me, so she whispered, "Steve."

I chose not to respond right away. Like any other male, we learned early how to fake sleep well (it's hard for us to "fake" some other things most females have learned to do).

"Hey you," she whispered a little louder.

I didn't move. Then she just stood there. It was still an hour or so until daybreak, so the darkness filled the room. Still I didn't hear her move away.

I couldn't help but be wide-awake now, and I wondered what in the world she was thinking. As I lay there a thought came to me. Maybe she's thinking something naughty. I smiled in the darkness at that idea, but soon dismissed it. No way. An idea came. Since I hadn't come prepared for an overnight visit, I hadn't brought any sleep pants or robe. So I rolled a bit, kicking the blanket off, just to see if she ran away in horror.

Gail didn't move.

I stretched out and began to get a lot more self-conscious than I'd thought I would when the dumb idea first crossed my mind.

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