10-4 For old time's sake... - Sex Stories

10-4 For old time's sake...

Themes: ws, mast, lez, light scat, Asian/Indian

This in an offshoot project from the Margey Household chronicles. Some of the characters are the same, some new. Read the other stories in the series (Books 1-9) to find out the full background or some of it won't make any sense.

Warning: The events and characters in this story are imaginary. If you attempt to duplicate them in real life, you will end up sharing a jail cell with a big fat man called Bubba.

Chapter 10-4 For old time's sake...

by StackofBooks

(2209 words)

Franny contacted me one day by SMS, asking me to take over to their place some of her boxes from the basement. She'd cleared them out to make way for Bindi's arrival. Hell, that was two months ago!

But no-one, least of all Margey and I, were unduly worried. She was a delight to have with us, not to mention being a friend with benefits.

Franny didn't have space in her small house to store everything that had been in her old room, but she'd put yellow stickers on the ones she might need. She still had her 16th BD present (a s/h car), but her little boy was sick at the moment (possibly chicken pox) and she couldn't leave him.

Bindi's parents were frantic about not being with their daughter, but we just Emailed them to tell them not to panic, everything was OK, she was not a burden, she was helping around the house, her studies were going well. (I'd contacted her personal tutor, and made them aware of the situation concerning Bindi's ...

... temporary stay with us. They confirmed she was up to date with all her homework and assignments, and was top of the class in all her disciplines. Praise indeed!)

Even reading Emails for the Gandhi parents was tricky - it sometimes took 3-4 days to get access to a local computer. We just told them to stay safe and take all necessary precautions so as not to catch the virus.

On an entirely different matter, I asked Margey to take a picture of me with my phone of me mooning, making sure my big dick was poking between my thighs to send to Franny. I felt sure she would have her magnifying glass on it, as I knew she missed that part of our relationship. But time moves on.

I messaged her with the picture, adding in words:

Dear Franny-sassy-panny, Are you still with that FUCKING loser of a boyfriend, the bank robber's son? If so, I swear I'll cut off his micropenis with a FUCKING bread knife and feed it to the ducks at the pond. By the way, is tomorrow at 2pm OK for these FUCKING boxes? Love, Steve PS Did you ever try that big fake butt plug up your cunt???

She replied with just the emoji for the V for fuck off, and: OK, 2pm

Bindi was home early that day, and I showed her the messages, but she didn't really understand our humour.

She took me into the garden, and said: Steve, I've been saving everything up inside me all day and I have to let it go now. Right now. She stripped me in record time, and then herself (she knew if she asked me I would do it slowly to prolong ...