Save the Crickets 01
"Wow, this is quite the turn out tonight, isn't it David? And thank you so very much for convincing your family to waiver the hall fees tonight for our "Save the Crickets" fund raiser (mwah)."
"Ooh, no problem on the hall rental, Mrs. Darby and I must say that you and your fund-raising team really know how to bring out the crowd of cash donors, but tell me Mrs. Darby, is this also a popularity contest, a fashion show or a battle of the cleavage?"
"LOL, all of that can be true, David and from I can see about you, well, you don't seem to mind having a bunch of meaty 40 something boobs busting out at the seams, so reel it in just a little Casanova. But I will let you know that these types of events don't generally attract the younger crowds that are closer to your age, so just watch yourself and assume that any of the younger women here tonight are spoken for, so."
"Now, now, Mrs. Darby, I'm here only here to make my own personal donation and to mingle a little, but I'm not complaining about all these soft dress seams seem to be busting out with a whole lot of luscious and meaty 40 something fleshy sex pillows that are spilling out everywhere I look with very desirable cleavage. I mean, um, just where is the donation registration table, Mrs. Darby?"
"Well David, I don't recall saying all that, but I'll be sure to make a few adjustments myself the next the time I use the Lady's room, I guess. The register table is, well, gawk, I mean, walk towards the heavily freckled cleavage of Mary Turner, turn left at the perfumed cleavage of Glenda Greene and be sure to get a good look down Maggie Matterson's cleavage as she fills out your donation form, I suppose."
"Got it, Mrs. Darby, so thanks and I hope to run into you again a little later, um and I wouldn't mind if our next meet up was in the dim hallway where the restrooms are located. I mean. I'll keep an eye for you then, alright Mrs. Darby?"
"Well, I'm not sure what all that means young Mr. David, but 'll be sure to keep an eye for you as well then. I mean, mingle, donate and have fun then. Well, wait, um, I've been out of the game for a while now, David, so is it alright if I ask you what you mean by all that? It's just that, well, David, I've been out of the game and I may need a refresher on the rules and all, so???"
"Fair enough, Mrs. Darby. Um, my rulebook says that you're going to make those "adjustments" that you just spoke of and those "adjustments" will be in my favor and then we're going to engage in some level of sex tonight, but the type of sex we have tonight will be in your favor because I know that you are the grand marshal for this "Save the Crickets" fund raiser and you won't have a lot of time, so I think we would have just enough time for a dress lift and five quick jabs, Mrs. Darby."
"Oh, oh my, um, I guess I have been out of the game for a while then, but I guess [flustered] I'll pay close attention to whatever [whew, so flustered] adjustments I can come up with, so, wow David, go make your donation and, whew, mingle, young man."
Ahh, this was my first charity fund raiser event, but I was pretty sure that it wasn't going to be my last if this how things go, right? I mean, the event was valid because the "Save the Crickets" foundation did put in a lot of hard work in and around the city of Middleton and the very hard work in my pants was validated with all of the meaty and fleshy boobs that were seemingly begging for attention and maybe a special donation, so.
"Alright Mr. David Dawson, I have your check and you're officially registered as a financial donor and obviously you got a good look down my blouse, so I think we're done here, so you can go mingle and have a few cocktails then. Oh, um, I'm sorry Mr. David Dawson, but by the committee rules, I can't just take your cell phone number from the registration form, so."
"Oh, I'm sorry Mrs. Matterson for the misunderstanding then. I intend to insert my number into your contact list personally and in a more private setting, so."
"Well, I'm not sure what that means young Mr. David Dawson and it's been a while since anyone has personally inserted their member, I mean their number, into my contact list, but I'll be sure to keep my eyes open for you when Mrs. Jeannie Jackson reliefs me [wow, this guy] from the registration table and all. Also, um, just what should I expect anyways if we run into each other later anyways?"
"Oh, ten digits of my phone number and ten quick jabs from my member Mrs. Matterson, that's all."
"Oh, oh my, um, well, I watch TV also young Mr. David Dawson and those "up against the wall" sex scenes in the mid evil time shows don't exactly portray modern reality, not that there isn't something to be said for how all the ladies never had things to wear under their dresses and all. I mean, us modern gals wear plenty under our dresses. I mean, obviously not in the chest area, but I assure you that there will be other things to contend with, even if you do manage to push my dress up without wrinkling it and all, so."
"And I'll leave all those issues to the smart modern lady to figure out then, Mrs. Maggie Matterson, so?"
"Oh, my again, I mean [SOB! This guy!] I mean, I suppose I could make a few adjustments in the Lady's room in a little while or something, I suppose."
Hopefully, adjustments from both, Mrs. Darby and Mrs. Matterson worked in my favor, which to me meant dumping everything more than their panties, LOL, I guess. I mean, pantyhose removal and a 24 years old guy aren't the best of friends, so.
"Oh, hello, David, um, is your mother here tonight? And for some reason I didn't take you for a wine spritzer kind of guy."
"OMG, Mrs. Turner, it's so nice to see you tonight! And no, my momma is in Atlanta working on their latest acquisition, but I'll pass along your regards. And um, the wine spritzer sounded a little sweeter than it tastes, so I'll switch things up as soon as I dump this bubble gum water. So, is that a vape?"
"Oh, yeah, you know, my daughter, Nelly is all "worried about my health" and all [wow, did I really just shimming my body when I said that?], so I'm giving it a try. I mean, if nothing else, I shouldn't get any complaints from nicotine breath when a man kisses me, right David? Well, that's my theory and all, so."
"Huh, what do you know then? I have a theory that says a theory will never be anything more than a theory until that theory is proven or disproven. Like my theory that wine spritzers would have more of a sweet after taste and less of a dry after taste, I mean, I just disproved the hell out of that theory, for my tastes anyways."
"Oh, well, {brr, brr, brr], um, what other tastes and theories do you have, David? And I mean, like tastes and theories that neither of us [SOB! This kid has a boner for me!] would ever bring up to your mother and all?"
"Oh, well, I used to have a theory that perfectly placed ginger freckles would make for a great landscape roadmap for amazing and appealing cleavage, but that theory has just been proven by you, Mrs. Turner, so I might have to move on to my latest theory that you're wearing something under your dress that's more like stockings and a garter belt then pantyhose, not that either theorical possibility would deter me from asking you to take a vape break outside of the hall, Mrs. Turner. Oh, and of course, there's always that 'does vaping improve kissing" theory, that may or may not stop me from planting my lips squarely on your lips, Mrs. Turner."
"Huh, so what you're saying David, is that a proven or disproven theory may or may not change the way one feels about the subject matter in the first place then, correct? [Huh, in theory, I could take that monster in his pants]. Um, David, um, as a family member of those who own this rental hall, well, David, do you have a key to any of the rooms towards the back of the rental hall? I mean, in theory, it seems like if anyone had a key and all, it might be you."
"Mind if I grab a beer first, Mrs. Turner?"
Now, for all of you wine spritzer fans out there, please don't flood me with hate e-mails. I clearly said that they just weren't for me, but you have at it and as a matter of fact, pop into the "Save the Crickets" fund raiser right now and have them all while I'll be having a little time Mrs. Turner and her sexy ginger freckles and all.
"Kiss me, David and confess to me how that you knew I'm wearing more of Moulin Rouge lingerie than 40 something lingerie, stud."
"LOL, Mrs. Turner, some theories are the same as hopes and dreams, so kiss me back and tell me that you wore such risqué lingerie for my benefit."
"That door is locked, right David? And bring a little more tongue this time. It's been a while, but I do remember things, so. And if it's been a while for you, there is a full-length zipper on the back of my dress and all, so."
"Oh, um, I just wanted to see what your tits looked like when they were popped out of the front of your dress, so."
"So, suck on them and feel around a little, stud. And I don't mean to be a buzz kill or anything, but we'll need a condom to go much further. I'm just older than you, but no that old, so."
[Flip, swish, present]
"Oh, oh, so they were just that handy then, David?"
Oh, oh, oh my, there are few things that feel as amazing as a woman who rolls the condom on for you, am I right folks? Not to mention the couple of kisses Mrs. Turner planted on my dick before she covered it.
"LOL, I've never been this naked in a broom closet before, David."
"And that just proves my theory that you've never been done doggie in a broom closet before, so."
"And apparently, I didn't know what I was missing, David. Um, whew, that's nice, David, I mean, you're the captain now, so steady as she goes or slam it into high gear, babe. [Fuck, I missed a lot by marrying Henry]. Ooh, ooh, David, David, oh, OMG, long dick me baby, deep dick me good. Uh-huh, uh-huh, ooh, oh, oh, this isn't over David, ooh, ag, ag, ag, right, honey? Ooh, that's Spartacus style baby, that's all, oh, Spartacus style!"
Well, I once watched a TV program where the guy argued for the entire show that nine minutes qualified as "a while", so we did it for almost "a while", which I felt was just right.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa, David, slow it down with the pulling up of your pants. I just can't take your man juice in my pussy, but there is no way I'm leaving you with a crusty sex scented cock to walk around with for the rest of the evening, so."
Oh, so some ladies really understand a few things then, right? Also, whoa back at her because she really knew how to clean things up!
"So, David, in theory, you will be able to taste yourself if you give me a major kiss me good bye right now and I can understand how a young man might have an issue with that and all, so???"
Well, you know the heat of the moment stuff, right? You just don't pass up major kisses good bye.
"Kiss my titties one last time and snap my bra for me, babe. And are you absolutely sure I can sneak over on Monday night? I mean, if your mother stops over or something, right?"
"Oh, I think momma learned a long time ago to knock or call first, right? I mean, mommas know a lot of stuff, right?"
Now, if you think about it, moms are forced to learn a lot of things about a lot of things from the very moment they leave the hospital, right? I mean, that's 18 years of daily education from A to Z and back around again like 1000 times, right? I mean, moms know some stuff, am I right?
"Oh, David, there you are. I thought you might have given up and left early or something."
"Nope, Mrs. Darby, I think that while you were working the room towards the left then I must have been working the room to the right and here we are, meeting in the middle, so."
"Hmmm, the timing of that doesn't exactly work out, but I'll give you the benefit of the doubt and assume that we missed each other in the middle before because I was in the Lady's room making those "adjustments" that I spoke of earlier, so."
"I mean, your meaty flesh fun pillows look a little more, ah, free, Mrs. Darby???"
