One of the things that I like to do to relax is play pool. There are only a few places where I live that I can go and do so. Unfortunately the last two times I went I ran into my ex-husband. I didn’t care that he was there, but apparently he cared that I was there. Told me I was following him. I wouldn’t follow him if he was leaking gold doubloons from his ass. He can be somewhat of a royal twat when he wants to be.
Because of this I decided that I would purchase my own pool table. Sure I will miss the comradery of the other people who would be at the places I would go, but knowing I will not bump into my ex-husband makes it all worth it. For a little while it made me sad to know that most times I would be playing alone, until they delivered the pool table. My oh my the most gorgeous young things delivered it.
I saw them get out of the van and decided that I was way over-dressed. I shooed my Assistant into my office, took off everything that I had on except for my lingerie, and waited for the doorbell to ring. When it did, I hurried down the stairs, holding a silk robe around me. I told them I was sorry that I was in the middle of dressing. The two young men were smiling, as was the younger lady whom was with them carrying the invoice. I let them in and showed them where I wanted the pool table to be placed.
Watching them lug that heavy thing into the house was too much for me. I “accidentally” allowed my robe to slip open. My panties were saturated with juice. Their muscles were bulging, as were the front of the one guy’s jeans. I decided to go for it! What is the harm I told myself. None as it turned out. After we were done breaking in the pool table I told them that every Wednesday night they were all welcome to come to my home to play pool. I would have drinks, food, and of course, a wet and waiting pussy. I think I am not going to miss the people I used to play pool with after all.





My name is Eden I’m a single gal and I work in the city but I don’t live in the city. I live in the suburbs. I do this to be closer to my favorite kind of men; married ones. My girlfriends at work complain about all the single men they date and how these guys really never satisfy them; ha ha all they want to do is get their nut off. I just listen and smile, because I don’t have that problem. I’ve got plenty of horny married guys not getting pussy from their bitchy wives living all around me. Take for instance my new neighbors. They are a middle aged couple whose brats are grown and in college. The wife is always involved with her new church, going to lunch with her lady friends, or out spending his money shopping. I just felt so bad for her sexy husband. So I decided to invite him over for lunch today! I put on a white crop top, my tightest pair of daisy dukes shorts and 6 inch platform heels. I could tell he loved what he saw when he opened the door. My nipples hardened as I smiled sweetly and invited him over to my place. Sitting him down at the kitchen table so he could watch me I prepared to serve him. Bending over to get the lasagna out of the oven I knew he could see my shorts ride up into my pussy and ass. When I brought him his plate he could hardly mumble thank you. I put my hand on his shoulder and asked what was the matter. He was embarrassed but looked down at his crotch and mumbled ” your just so beautiful.” Looking down I could see what his problem was and it made me smile. I reached down and unzipped his pants and told him I would be taking care of his cock from now on.






















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