little over an hour and a half drive.”
“Yeah,” she sighed, rolling onto her back. “Won’t it be great when we can spend the night together?”
Squeezing her breast through the satin of her dress, he kissed the tip of her nose and then her lips. “Yes, but now we gotta roll. We gotta be one with the wind.” Nick sprung to his feet and pulled up his tuxedo trousers.
Josie propped herself up on her elbows. “Ah boo, bye, bye Willie Markovich.”
“Don’t you worry; Willie Markovich will be making more appearances.”
Josie stood up and straightened her gown. She was just about to get into the car when she yelled, “Wait! I forgot my corsage.” Josie ran inside and returned with the white rose wrist corsage in place.
Nick checked to make sure he had everything and then started the car. Josie turned on the inside car light and reapplied her lipstick and fixed her hair.
Nick quickly switched the light off. “What are you doing? If you show up at home fresh as a daisy, it would draw even more suspicion.”
She tossed her lipstick and brush back in her purse. Josie stared out the window and admired the stars. The shining eyes of deer by the wooded tree line caught her attention and she smiled. It was a great night and certainly a prom night she would remember forever.
Synchronized Firework Fucking
Nick’s mother kept their home neat and colorful with gardens of hydrangeas and brightly colored windowpanes. The Markovich house was one of the brightest on the block. A wooden picketed fence secured the small backyard and dandelions grew from the cracks in the cement patio. The Markovich’s were known for their festivities and everyone in the neighborhood was always welcome.
Josie’s family were regularly invited for dinner, but the Markovich’s were just a little too colorful for the conservative Hynes family, who spent their evenings at the lodge playing cards and talking politics. If any alcohol or spirits were served, the Hynes’ limited themselves to a beer or two—not nearly enough to provoke emotions.
Vodka was a favorite at the Markovich’s, and because of this, it was fused with any food that could stand it—boysenberries, dandelions and even rhubarb. Vodka in any form complimented the traditional Ukrainian music and dancing that bellowed through the house at the weekends. No one in the neighborhood complained as they were all invited.
The first time Josie attended a Markovich festivity, she returned home drenched in sweat and exhausted from all the dancing. Her staunch Methodist parents were not pleased and decided they would avoid having anything to do with the family.
Mrs. Markovich was exactly how Josie pictured her; she was pleasantly plump, had dyed auburn hair and rosy cheeks. Despite Mrs. Markovich’s voluptuous curves, she wore blouses that enhanced her cleavage and gave her an unsuspecting sensuality. The more Josie got to know Mrs. Markovich, the more she understood Nick’s laid back and casual nature. His mother simply wouldn’t tolerate rigidity.
Josie was shocked to learn she was the first girl Nick brought home. Although he had plenty of girls, Nick never bothered introducing any to his parents. On their first meeting, Mrs. Markovich sized Josie up. “Well, she’s pretty enough,” she said to Nick with her hands on her hips. She then cut Josie a large helping of lavender pound cake. “Here, eat this and tell me how it tastes.”
Josie looked at Nick and back at Mrs. Markovich. “I’m not really a food critic.”
“Of course you’re not dear. I don’t want your opinion; I want you to tell me how it
“Yeah,” she sighed, rolling onto her back. “Won’t it be great when we can spend the night together?”
Squeezing her breast through the satin of her dress, he kissed the tip of her nose and then her lips. “Yes, but now we gotta roll. We gotta be one with the wind.” Nick sprung to his feet and pulled up his tuxedo trousers.
Josie propped herself up on her elbows. “Ah boo, bye, bye Willie Markovich.”
“Don’t you worry; Willie Markovich will be making more appearances.”
Josie stood up and straightened her gown. She was just about to get into the car when she yelled, “Wait! I forgot my corsage.” Josie ran inside and returned with the white rose wrist corsage in place.
Nick checked to make sure he had everything and then started the car. Josie turned on the inside car light and reapplied her lipstick and fixed her hair.
Nick quickly switched the light off. “What are you doing? If you show up at home fresh as a daisy, it would draw even more suspicion.”
She tossed her lipstick and brush back in her purse. Josie stared out the window and admired the stars. The shining eyes of deer by the wooded tree line caught her attention and she smiled. It was a great night and certainly a prom night she would remember forever.
Synchronized Firework Fucking
Nick’s mother kept their home neat and colorful with gardens of hydrangeas and brightly colored windowpanes. The Markovich house was one of the brightest on the block. A wooden picketed fence secured the small backyard and dandelions grew from the cracks in the cement patio. The Markovich’s were known for their festivities and everyone in the neighborhood was always welcome.
Josie’s family were regularly invited for dinner, but the Markovich’s were just a little too colorful for the conservative Hynes family, who spent their evenings at the lodge playing cards and talking politics. If any alcohol or spirits were served, the Hynes’ limited themselves to a beer or two—not nearly enough to provoke emotions.
Vodka was a favorite at the Markovich’s, and because of this, it was fused with any food that could stand it—boysenberries, dandelions and even rhubarb. Vodka in any form complimented the traditional Ukrainian music and dancing that bellowed through the house at the weekends. No one in the neighborhood complained as they were all invited.
The first time Josie attended a Markovich festivity, she returned home drenched in sweat and exhausted from all the dancing. Her staunch Methodist parents were not pleased and decided they would avoid having anything to do with the family.
Mrs. Markovich was exactly how Josie pictured her; she was pleasantly plump, had dyed auburn hair and rosy cheeks. Despite Mrs. Markovich’s voluptuous curves, she wore blouses that enhanced her cleavage and gave her an unsuspecting sensuality. The more Josie got to know Mrs. Markovich, the more she understood Nick’s laid back and casual nature. His mother simply wouldn’t tolerate rigidity.
Josie was shocked to learn she was the first girl Nick brought home. Although he had plenty of girls, Nick never bothered introducing any to his parents. On their first meeting, Mrs. Markovich sized Josie up. “Well, she’s pretty enough,” she said to Nick with her hands on her hips. She then cut Josie a large helping of lavender pound cake. “Here, eat this and tell me how it tastes.”
Josie looked at Nick and back at Mrs. Markovich. “I’m not really a food critic.”
“Of course you’re not dear. I don’t want your opinion; I want you to tell me how it
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