Blood Wild - Sex Stories

Blood Wild

... still deep within this little firebrand he might not have realized that. The fact that he was, caused him to share in the sensations and oh my, were they delicious! He groaned again but smiled all the while.

Eventually Richard’s monster softened and shrank, somewhat, and then slipped out of Sylvia’s well stretched flower. Both felt a small sense of sadness when it plopped out wetly smacking against his own thigh. Both grinned at each other before Sylvia rolled to one side and cuddled up tightly against Richard who put one arm around her. Sylvia again idly ran her fingers through Richard’s chest hair as they both lay there lost in their own thoughts.

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The sun was starting to settle towards the horizon as Gerald turned into the driveway at the Branson farm. Annie sat in the passenger side of his personal car, she was still withdrawn and depressed over the whole draft situation of her son Tom. Pulling up to the house they both noticed Tom sitting on the porch, the top step of the stairs, his elbows on his knees, his head in his hands.

Annie’s heart broke just a little bit more seeing her son so subdued. It was almost as if J.D. had come back to life and was keeping him under his thumb again. The light had gone out of Tom’s eyes when he realized that he would be going away from everything he loved. Annie sniffed back a tear and tried to straighten herself back into some semblance of normal, for her son if not for herself. Gerald reached out with his ...

... right hand to grasp and hold her left hand in silent support. Annie glanced back to Gerald and smiled half-heartedly in thanks.

“Thank you, Gerald... for all you’ve done and... tried to do.” Annie spoke softly, her voice near cracking with tension.

“Annie, I’m not done trying. I still have a couple of people I can call and see if there is anything we can do...” Gerald said reassuringly, trying to give her some hope yet.

“You do that. Maybe someone can... but it won’t be your fault if they can’t. I still thank you for trying.” Annie said, turning back to look at Tom, who hadn’t moved.

“Go... sit with him. I will call you if I have any luck... I’ll call you if I don’t.” Gerald said, releasing Annie’s hand.

Annie nodded, then took another long deep breath and shook her head before opening the passenger side door and getting out of the car. Gerald sat in the driver’s seat and watched her walk up to the steps and then up to sit next to her son Tom. With a wave, he put the car into reverse and backed around to head back down the driveway to the road.

Tom looked up hearing the tires on the gravel of the drive, and watched Gerald’s car go down the driveway and turn onto the road. He knew his mother was saddened by this whole draft thing, but that she was trying to hold herself together for his benefit. It was just one more thing to weigh heavily on his own heart.

The thought that he still had to tell Lee was killing him. He wanted to hope against hope that she would ...