Former Playboy Playmates Part 7: Alyssa’s Journey
Date: 6/27/2016,
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Author: tw_holt, Source: sexstories.com
... answered. Chapter 8 “The letters kept coming from Joshua. I read them, re-read them, stowed them away safely, read them again later,” Alyssa said. “Was he ok?” Ulysses asked. “Perfect. His father, while bad mouthing me and women in general, was having zero effect on Joshua. He even started to say how in his letters he’d leave his father one day too. For different reasons though. Owen never abused Josh.” “I’m guessing Owen moved to Texas, thinking you couldn’t file for divorce if you didn’t know his address,” Ulysses said. “Yes. But I do have the address. I’ll get to that later. Back to my trailer park black utopia.” ******* Month went by, semen flowed like water, and orgasms were constant. I never once thought of the place like heaven, because the other love of my life, Joshua wasn’t there. I had another substitute son though – Jared. He was an overall sweet kid. During the following summer, I realized why Crystal never had the air conditioning fixed. We were covered in sweat, almost all day and night. While in the trailer she and I hardly wore much of anything. Jared was the same way. He often walked around in boxers, complaining to his mother to get it fixed, but having his complaints ignored. Crystal traveled to Las Vegas, 10 months after I arrived there, in July. Jared, just turned 18, and I was watching him again. He was soaking wet with sweat. It was flowing down his dark skin in tiny rivers. That’s why Crystal never got the air conditioner fixed.She was turned on by ...
... sweaty, muscular bodies. A small smile came over my face, watching him drink some water on the couch, in his boxers. I stood in the door way of my bedroom. “Hey,” he said. “Hi,” I replied, then I removed my white tank top, my tits dripping with perspiration. Jared said nothing. I straddled him, kissed him, fished his cock out, and guided that black teenage missile inside me. I fucked him so good, so long, so hard. It’s like he knew it was only a matter of time. We went at it like animals, non-stop. Poor Sheena was gently relieved of her duty a week later. I’d go to work, have sex with my manager throughout the day, come home and had sex with Jared throughout the night. I loved it. Crystal was gone for a couple months, making tons of money in Vegas. She came home in mid-September, I had been living there for about a year. There I was, lying on top of her son in a 69-position, sucking that juicy cock of his, when she walked in the door. “Oh my goodness! I’m sorry!” she backed out the door. I ran after her. “Wait! Wait!” I said, running outside, still naked, a couple residents whistling at me. “No, I should’ve knocked,” She said. She was laughing. “You aren’t mad?” I asked. “Of course not! I’m surprised it didn’t happen sooner. Besides, a young man like him needs to be taken care of,” She said, giving me a hug. I read between more lines with her statement. I went inside, dressed, and the three of us went to dinner in town. ****** “I knew that’s where it was headed. As soon as you ...