Adult Blogger: STREET RANGER told her what I was thinking about and the difference between the haves and have nots and how things really did matter.
"OK, so today we'll talk philosophy." She shifted on her towel. "So tell me Mr. Thinking Man, what do you think I am? A have, or a have not? You know the history, tell me."
We got going deep then. Probably some things that Marie knew and I didn't, at least until now. At a break in the conversation, she felt of her legs. "Am I getting red back there? Put some lotion on, would you, I can't rise up like this." Then the conversation resumed as I started applying the sunscreen to her legs.
I sat on the concrete and started at the bottoms of her feet, lathering her toes, rubbing them at the same time. She continued with her discourse over the changes in her life as I rubbed her nicely turned calves. This old girl was fresh shaved, no stubble, I noticed, not even at her knees.
I stopped and swigged my tepid beer, wishing I had a cigarette. Mitzi's breasts were belled out on her sides. I could see their paleness contrasting her tan sides and back. I thought about my pack of smokes hidden in the car's glove box, thought about composure. Then I was rubbing those soft gorgeous thighs. I could see the imprints of my fingers as I continued towards her backside.
