Joel And Mrs Franklin 01

Joel & Mrs. Franklin 01

Ah, hey folks, listen, I can't hardly get out of bed anymore, so I left my laptop open. Help yourself and keep your eye on hospital reports. I mean, don't send me flowers, but a few chocolate bars might be nice as I lay in a bed while recovering from exhaustion. Ah, just start with the 10am knocking at the front door a few Saturday mornings ago, the story is right there on the screen. I'll just be over here napping.

"Hello, can I help you this early in the morning? OMFG, Mrs. Franklin, what are you doing here and I promise, I didn't do it, no matter what it is!"

"Hello, Joel. Relax young man, all is well and I know, you were "out of town" that weekend, right? LOL, may I enter?"

"Oh, ah, sure, Mrs. Franklin, but I was out of town or something and I don't remember any such stormy evenings in dark."

"Breath Joel. Um, may I have two clothes hangers, please?"

"To choke me with?"

"LOL, no Joel. It's just that my clothes are nice and I don't want them to get wrinkled. I mean, you like it when girls make you a cup of coffee in their undies, right Joel? I here to please today, not to mention that I think you're going to like my sexy undies."

"Gulp. Mrs. Franklin! Your daughter! Your husband! And are plastic hangers alright?"

"You and my daughter Frankie haven't dated in over two years. Besides she's married and has moved to Texas to start a family. And let's not worry about my lousy no-good cheating faggot husband. I had to put him out with trash when I caught him having sex with a twinkle toe faggot named Butch. So, it's a double-double bold, right Joel?"

"Look, Mrs. Franklin, it was dark in your kitchen that stormy night and I thought you were Frankie and I apologized for like two weeks until the next stormy night came along. And yes, double-double and one and one, by the way."

"And do I still look like Frankie? I work hard to maintain my figure. And don't get shy now, it's been a few years and this is a new day. By the way, you like my electric blue undies, right? Or did you stick your finger in the electric socket to cause such a reaction in your thin PJ bottoms? Nice chest, by the way. It looks, um, kissable."

"Gulp."

"Shall I cut to the chase or would you prefer to inspect the mix on your coffee from behind me, Joel?"

"Gulp."

Hey, I like my coffee and it has to be just perfect!

"Hmmm, I spied you and Frankie like this before and it is so much better in person. Ah, go ahead Joel, grind me, if that's the appropriate word. It's only my clothes on the hangers that I'm protecting, so push, Joel."

OMG, what would the Good Book say about this? LOL, hopefully, enjoy your morning coffee, stud.

"Joel, would you rather finish your coffee in bed? I'm voting for coffee in bed, so how are you voting, Joel? That's it, Joel, walk me to your bedroom. Oh, and leave the coffee cup. We don't need that right now and I promise to make you another later."

Ah, it seemed natural to my body to walk us backwards to my bedroom, which by the way, was kind of a mess, but she woke me up from a Saturday morning sleep, right?

"Oh, ah, well, don't worry about it. I know I woke you up and your bedroom is about to get a lot messier anyways, so it's fine. So, how have you been doing with your 55 seconds timing, Joel, not that I care."

"Well, I stay a little longer these days, but I recover quickly, Mrs. Franklin!"

"That's all I wanted to hear, Joel. Do want you will with my undies, Joel. I'll be busy sucking your cock, LOL, for the next 55 seconds and yup, I'm going to swallow every last single drop. Every last drop!"

You know, these women don't make things easy to resist.

"And don't be shy if you want to finish yourself in the direction of my mouth. I have seen a few videos on Chang and things have changed since women were expected to just lay on their backs. Ah, face jacking, is it?"

Hah, like I had time to do that, right? Not that I didn't like the idea, but sexy words, right? And yes, it was her words and not the 55 seconds thing.

"Hmmm, that's tasty stuff, Joel, LOL, a little thin and watery, but tasty and you left my undies on me. Do you like it that way? Do you want to crawl up on me from the rear and use my undies to pop your next load, maybe? Like with me on my belly while you rub it raw in between my crack and while you bite my bra strap snap to release the Krakens? Very little is off limits, Joel."

Ah, maybe I should start looking at videos on Chang more often, right?

"It's OK, Joel, you can poke around that hole, but save some for my front too. I've been quite horny for some time now. We have the rest of the morning, right?"

"Since you kicked your lousy no-good cheating faggot hubby to the curb for bending over for twinkle toe Butch?"

"No, since the second stormy night that you mistook me for Frankie in the dark kitchen. Ooh, ah, oh, ah, push baby, I guess. Um, lube, Joel? I don't know much yet, Joel. OMG, are you in?"

"Next time, yes to the lube, but this is just a little poke and seek, but you can safely say that you had a tip all up in there at least once. I'm going to soak your crack now, Franny."

"It's your butt crack, Joel, I'm committing or submitting or whatever the young people say these days. Oh, holy that feels like a lot of streams, snap! Ah, I'm going to need to roll over soon, so, we'll wash your sheets later?"

"Baby???"

"Baby. We'll change your sheets later, baby. And I'm committing to very regular changing of the sheets, baby."

By the way, while you reading this from my laptop screen because I'm too exhausted to get out of bed to tell my story, well, just take a look at my rolodex, right? It's filling up quickly. And by the way, don't read ahead on screen and if you happen to find a photo of your spouse in a folder because, well, you posted it and asked for comments, so that's on you. And by the way, all of my comments were positive and you are all very lucky to have such partners, not that I'm looking for another situation. (But Gina and George, um, we live in the same city. I'm just saying).

"LOL, well, I guess I'm leaving here commando today, Joel, so nice job, lover."

Yeah, that's me, makes them go home commando, Joel.

"Ah, there's another missile, locked and loaded, just like I remember spying on. Climb aboard Joel and make me whimper and please, give me 108 seconds, baby. Saw me in half, lover."

Hah, my staying power has greatly increased with all the practice I have had over the summer.

"Oh, Joel, just like I remember on that third stormy night in the dark! Hammer me baby, drive it home and make me beg."

Well, she may or may not have been begging me to make it for the entire 108 seconds, but I was close.

"Rest up Joel, while I clean up in the bathroom for a moment, but stay on your back. It's my turn to climb aboard now and if you don't mind, um, some ladies on Chang swear by drooling into their lover's mouth, but I'll let you decide. BRB."

Stupid Chang and it's endless video section, right?

"Oh, so all I have to do is to swing a leg over and sit down like this? You have learned how to recover, haven't you stud? Ooh, that's a good fit, right Joel? It's almost like we were meant to be. Alright, I think I'm supposed to rock my hips like this, so you just lay back and let momma figure it out. And give your stuff baby. I'm safe today. I mean, I wasn't safe on the fourth dark stormy night that you mistook me for Frankie two years ago, but I'm safe now."

Huh? What? Ah??? What? Wait, what?

"Toddler Jacob is your son, Joel, so marry me and make everything right. Ooh, yeah, oh, blow that baby daddy load all up in there, Joel. By the way, I may not be safe, but Toddler Jacob could use a brother or a sister, so blow it deep honey! Push it in there, stud."

Oops, ah, hey, while you're at my keyboard, ah, run a spell check for me, will you? I mean, baby daddy and not safe could mean a hundred different things, right?

End Joel & Mrs. Franklin 01