Do I Have to Edge, Too? - Sex Stories

Do I Have to Edge, Too?

... again."

"Yep. That's okay, sweetie. He's been fairly lonely since Martha died, so if I can give him inspiration to 'take care of things', then I've done my good deed for the day."

"I'm concerned he might want to do more than just jerk off."

"Not worried. If he does, what do you wantme to do, Steve?"

"Up to you."

"Okay. I'm going to get back to it."

Cyan steps back outside to resume her work. Steve finds the garage, mindful of a couple of car maintenance issues to attend to.

"Oh, that's odd," he thinks to himself. There's a silence in the backyard a lot sooner than he expected. She can't be finished with the lawn.

Now he hears voices, softened voices, one male.

It takes a few minutes to finish his task; Steve wipes the grease from his hands and steps back into the house. Washing up, he pulls a couple of paper towels from the roll, glancing out the window while drying his hands. He notices Cyan on her sunning chaise, legs spread over the sides. She seems to be talking to someone out of view, motioning at him or her.

He steps to the patio door for a full view of the goings on, just in time to see a naked Flannigan press his cock into Cyan's pussy.

Steve shrugs his shoulders, "Whatever."

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