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Subject: {ASSM} RP Angela 3/6
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Angela is a twisted bit of smut from my perverted mind. I claim sole
responsibility for it's filth.

On the other hand, if you are too young to read such things or it is
illegal to do so where you live....BEGONE!  I claim no resonsibility for
your moral weakness.

I would appreciate it if you would kindly keep my name attached to the
story.

Download, repost all you want but no money is to be made off of it
unless I am the one reaping the rewards.

Enjoy!

ANGELA
by Herb Koenig

Part III

Scene 1

Evening. Kitchen, Jason is cleaning up the dinner plates. Angie comes in
wearing a short skirt and tank top.

Angie- Can I help, Jason?

Jason- Thank you, Ms Angela, but I think I have everything covered.

Angie- Please, I want to.

Jason- OK. You can load the dishwasher after I rinse the dishes. How's
that?

Angie- Great! I feel so bad, you having to do all the work around here.

Jason- There's not that much really. It's a pretty clean family. Mr. Joe
has a cleaning service come in every week for the heavy cleaning,
there's a pool man and a gardener. I have quite a bit of free time
actually.

Angie- Really? (Leans way over to load the dishwasher, letting her short
skirt travel up her legs and exposing the juncture of her thighs. As she
puts the silver server in the washer she sees his reflection, staring at
her butt.) Hmmm. I have a hectic schedule this coming Tuesday. I was
going to use cabs, but if you have nothing planned, would you mind
driving me all over town? (Straightens up and jumps up on the counter
sitting with her legs spread just enough to allow him to look up her
skirt.)

Jason- Tuesday? No problem.

Papa Joe-  Oh good! Papa Joe insists I attend a board meeting at the
plant in the afternoon Then, from there I have to go across town to some
damn, scuse me, ladies charity benefit in the evening.  Could you take
me?

Jason- Sure. Tuesday is a good day for that.  Joe and Tony are both
attending meetings that night  and I can always leave something for
Peter and Monica to warm up.

Angie- Good. I'll have my change of clothes all packed and ready for you
to bring. You can pick me up there at Papa Joe's office and we'll go
from there.  OK?

Jason- OK.

FADE OUT...
Scene 2

Early morning at the gym. Angela is there with Monica. They are all
alone, have just finished their workout and are going to the showers.

Monica- There's nothing better than a good workout in the morning to
start the day off right.

Angie- Oh, I can think of something better.

Monica- Oh? And should I ask or just guess?

Angie- You can probably guess, but I'll tell you anyway cuz I like the
sound of the word.

Monica- What word?

Angie- Fuck! I like the sound of the word. It's so terribly crude and
nasty. I like a good fuck first thing in the morning.

Monica- Angela! I never realized you were that...well, that open and
earthy. When you and Tony were dating you always seem so refined and
genteel.

Angie- I didn't want to scare Tony off. He's such a sweetie. So docile.
Like a little puppy dog at times. (Takes her top off. Notices Monica
eyeing her breasts.)

Monica- Well, he is different than most men I've met. As far as I'm
concerned they're all pigs. Crude, pawing pigs who just want one thing.

Angie- Yeah, pussy. But having a pussy puts us girls in the drivers
seat. Having a sweet pussy and making `em sit up and beg for it is a
complete turn-on. (Steps out of her sweats and slides her panties to the
floor. (Reaching down she strokes her pussy.)  Monica watches, not
realizing she's watching.)

Monica- In a way I can understand why they want it so. Pussy's are
sweet. Angie, can I have a hug and a talk?

Angie- Of course, sweetie. You can have all the hugs you want. And I'm
here to listen to whatever you want to talk about.

Monica- Having you around, well...I don't know. I've never felt this way
before. I haven't known you very long and yet...I feel so close to you
somehow. Like I could tell you anything and you'd understand and not
criticize.  Know what I mean?

Angie- I think so. You miss having a mother and I guess I'm like a big
sister.

Monica- Yeah, I guess that's it. You are family and I do need someone to
talk to. I feel if I don't get this off my chest I'll go mad. It's the
big family secret but you have to promise not to tell a soul. Everyone
else in the family knows about it except for Peter and Gino's wife. And,
if you live with us for awhile you'll probably find out anyway. It's a
terrible secret and you mustn't tell anyone..

Angie-  Tell me about whatever is bothering you. I' m a good listener
and you can trust me.

Monica- (Hugs Angela's naked body close to her.) Oh Angie, where do I
start?

Angie- The beginning has always worked for me.

Monica- Well, as you know, Gino and Tony's mother was killed in a crash
and Peter's and my mom died giving birth to Peter.

Angie- Yes, Tony told me about that. I'm so terribly sorry. Tony says
you've been the lady of the house without any other females to relate
to. It must have been very hard for you.

Monica-  Very hard. In more ways than one.

Angie- What do you mean?

Monica- As the "lady of the house" as you put it, I had to learn how to
run the household, with Jason's help, of course. He's such a sweetie.

Angie- Yes, he is.

Monica- At an early age I learned how to play hostess and entertain.And,
I learned very well if I do say so myself. Papa was always very proud to
show me off., especially to his men friends.

Angie- His men friends?

Monica- Yes. Papa used to go to business conventions all over the United
States about three or four times a year to promote his current lines.
There'd be top CEO's of large companies. In the evenings, they'd take
turns hosting parties for each other. When I was very young he took me
to one of his meetings. I was in my little crinoline dress with lace and
bows in my hair, black patent leather pumps, lacy white anklets and
white satin gloves that reached up to my elbows. I was always so proud
of my gloves.

Angie- As beautiful as you are now, I imagine you were like a little
porcelain doll.

Monica- Yes, quite frankly, I was. I had such a sweet innocent face. Big
blue eyes set in a pale white alabaster face.

Angie- You still have that wide eyed innocent look about you. I can
understand why Papa was so proud to have you serving the gentlemen their
drinks and tending to their needs.

Monica- Oh, I tended to their needs all right. I served drinks, passed
around the trays of hors d'oeuvres, was there to light their cigars or
cigarettes and more. Much more.

Angie- More?

Monica- Papa would set me on his lap while he talked and, as he talked,
his hand very slowly rested on my leg then, just as slowly, he moved it
up under my dress and stroked me through my cotton panties. When he felt
me start getting wet, he slid his fingers under my panties and slipped
them up inside me.

Angie- My God, Monica! Why didn't you stop him?

Monica- Because...because I liked it. I've always liked it. For as long
as I can remember, I liked it.

Angie- And, in front of all those men? You never said anything?

Monica- No, that was part of the game Papa and I played. As I got more
and more excited I would cuddle into him more and nibble his ear. Papa
always liked me to nibble on his ear.

Angie- But, the men? What did they do?

Monica- In the beginning I'm sure they were shocked when they realized
what Papa was doing. I remember the first time they just sat there
stunned watching me squirm around on his lap with a contented smile on
my face.

Angie- What happened then? Surely their normal conversation didn't
continue? The first time? My God, there was more?

Monica- Yes, much more. The first time there was silence. Then Papa
brought his hand out from under my dress, sniffed his fingers and sucked
on them. Then, turning to me, he said, "Monica, I believe we're being
inhospitable to our guests. We should share."

Angie- Share your, your pussy? My God!

Monica- I went to the middle of the room, pulled up my dress, took off
my panties and went around the room, standing in front of each of the
men with my legs spread and let them stick their fingers in me.

Angie- My God! How old were you?

Monica- Around eight or nine.

Angie- And you say there was more?

Monica- Yes. The next time it was Papa's turn to host the party we did
the same thing only that time, after he'd licked his fingers, he had me
kneel in front of him, take his cock out and jack him off into a
Kleenex. Then, I went around the room with my box of Kleenex and jacked
each of the men off with my satin gloves.

Angie- And the next time?

Monica- The next time I jacked them off into a champagne glass and drank
it.

Angie- And...and there's more?

Monica- Oh yes! Each time it got more and more perverted and more and
more exciting. The next time I sucked their cocks until they came in my
mouth and then I'd swallow it and move on to the next.

Angie- And Papa? He made you do these things?

Monica- Papa never forced me to do anything. But he had me well trained
to where I'd do anything he wanted. And, it made me so excited I wanted
to do more and more. He wanted to stop with the blow-jobs but I made him
let me go on and do what I wanted.

Angie-  How did you "make him " do what you wanted?

Monica- Simple. I told him I was taking charge of my pussy and if he
wanted any it would be on my terms.

Angie- And he let you do what you wanted?

Monica- Yes, and...he still does.

Angie- You mean? You and he...?

Monica- Yes. Papa's always been crazy for my cunt. Sometimes, just to
tease him in a room full of people, I'll run my fingers in my cunt, get
them all wet and then give him an innocent daughter kiss while I hold my
fingers under his nose. It drives him crazy for me.

Angie- Then how far did you go with the men?

Monica- All the way. I've done everything to a men and had everything
done to me that you can think of. Next time I had each of them fuck me,
then I had them fuck my ass, then I had them sandwich me. Oh, that's so
good! One on my pussy and one in my ass. Have you ever tried it, Angie?

Angie- Well, since you're being so open and honest with me, yes. Yes I
have and it's heaven. But where did you learn all of this ?

Monica- From Papa, of course. Right after mom died he started taking me
to his bed to stop my crying and comfort me. He told me that he found
that by stroking my pussy I would calm down and actually purr. Later he
started licking me then progressed to putting the tip of his tongue in
me and then his fingers. By the time I was 8 or 9 he was putting his
cock in me.

Angie- You poor thing. You grew up so fast. But, you said everyone in
the family knows except Peter and Gino's wife. You mean Gino and Tony
knew this was going on?

Monica-      Gino was quite young when he accidentally walked in on Papa
and I. Papa doesn't know it to this day but Gino told me I had to share
or he'd blow the whistle. Of course I shared. Not because I had to but
because I wanted to. Then Gino tried to get Tony to play with us but he
wouldn't. He was scared. Gino made him promise not to tell,
and...knowing Tony, he wouldn't tell. He did like to watch us, though.

Angie-             You mean he got turned on watching you  and Gino?

Monica- Very.

Angie- I still can't believe all this. I've really only known you for
what, a few of months? Morning workouts before you go to school and then
around the house when you come home. I have noticed you follow me around
like a little puppy, which made me feel welcome as far as you were
concerned, but I never noticed anything out of the ordinary between you
and Papa Joe.

Monica- I have been following you around, but not like a little puppy
I'm afraid. But more like a bitch in heat. Oh Angie! Having you around,
the other morning when I kissed you, seeing you in the mornings like
this, nude and sweaty! Oh God, Angie! I want you so much! I've done
everything imaginable with men but until you came into our home and my
life I never realized how sexy women are. And you are so goddamned sexy!

Angie- Monica! Me? I never realized. I'm flattered at being called sexy
but I've never had any experience with a female before. Although I must
say, you are a sweet, delectable, piece of ass, if you'll excuse my
language. But, we have been pretty open and blunt.But it's nothing to be
ashamed of. We all have our needs and wants and satisfy them in whatever
way we can.

Monica- But my needs are so perverse. On Angie, I want it!

Angie- What do you want, Monica?

Monica- You know! You know Angie!

Angie- Tell me, Monica. Tell me what you want!

Monica- Your pussy, damn it. I want your pussy!

Angie- And what are you going to do to my pussy?

Monica-  Lick it! I want to lick it and kiss it and stick my tongue up
it.

Angie- And what else are you going to kiss and lick for me?

Monica- Your ass! I want to kiss your ass! Stick my tongue up your
asshole and lick it!

Angie- Take your sweats off and come with me. We'll take a shower
together and you can satisfy my needs while I satisfy yours.

Monica- What do you mean?

Angie- I mean, get out of those sweats you lovable little bitch and come
in the shower and eat me! God, you've got me so hot I need your tongue
up my twat! And I need it now! Do you understand me you little slut?

Monica-  Yes Angela, yes! I really am a slut. It's OK, I'm not ashamed
of it. I'm a good slut. Hot blooded and uninhibited. Oh Angie, I want to
be your slut! I want your body so bad! I'll do anything you want, I'll
be your little puppy or your bitch, whenever, wherever you want. Please!
Please Angie. I need it!

Angie- Good, cuz I want to cum. I want to cum and cum all over that
sweet, innocent, pretty little face of yours. (They go into the shower.
Taking her by the back of her head, Angie  crushes their lips and mouths
together in a hot, open mouthed kiss. Then, taking her by the shoulders,
pushes her to the floor and spreads her legs.) Eat me my little slut!
Get that hot mouth on my pussy and lick! God, you've gotten me so hot!
So hot. Yes! Yes that's it you little bitch! You adorable little hot
mouthed bitch! Lick! Lick! (She does.)

FADE OUT...
Scene 3
Late Tuesday afternoon. Angie is standing in front of the office
building.  Jason pulls up and she gets in the back seat.

Angie Jason, you are such a sweetheart for doing this for me. Maybe
someday soon I can return the favor. Now, let me get out of my business
suit and into my evening dress. (Opening the bag she takes out her
panties, bra, hose and shoes. Pulling her top off she is nude from the
waist up. Glancing up, she sees Jason watching in the rear view mirror
but says nothing. Fussing with her black, lacy  bra, she takes her time
putting it on.   Lifting herself, she slips off her panties, puts them
in a little plastic bag and puts them in the bag. Jason is still
watching. Taking her clean, silky black panties, she slips them up over
her legs and lifts herself again, bringing them up around her waist.
Next is the black garter belt around her tiny waist followed by sheer
black seamed hose. As she pulls them slowly up each leg, she turns her
leg around to make sure the seam is straight then fastens them front and
back.) Jason?

Jason- Ma'am?

Angie- You're not going to get us killed, are you?

Jason- (Sheepishly) Oh! Oh no ma'am. I'll be very careful.

Angie- OK. I just think you should at least watch the road some of the
time.

Jason- Yes ma'am.

Angie- I hope I'm not too much of a distraction.

Jason- No ma'am. Not at all.

Angie- Good. Then you won't mind if I ride along like this until we're
almost there, do you? I don't want to get my dress any more wrinkled
than I have to.

Jason- No ma'am! I won't mind at all.But, if you don't mind my sayin'
so, you are a fine looking woman, ma'am. Enough to distract any man.

Angie- Why thank you Jason, I don't mind at all. You're a sweetheart.
Tell you what. If you promise to behave yourself and not get us killed,
I'll let you watch. You like to watch me, don't you Jason?

Jason- Ma'am?

Angie- I said, you like to watch me, don't you? Like when I'm taking my
bath or getting dressed? It's ok, Jason, I know you watch. And, I'll let
you in on a little secret. I enjoy it! It turns me on having you watch
me. Does it turn you on Jason? Does it get you all hot and hard?

Jason- Ma'am...I...I...Yes. Yes it does in a way. But not the way you
think.

Angie- Then in what way?

Jason- You probably know that I saved Joe's life many years ago in
Italy.

Angie- Yes, but no one's ever told me any details.

Jason- Some young terrorist threw a hand grenade into the little cafe we
were at and it landed under Joe's chair. I threw him away from the chair
but the blast caught me. It severed the nerves in my groin and since
then I haven't been able to get an erection.

Angie- Oh, Jason! I'm so sorry. Is that why you've never married?

Jason- Partly. That and losing my girlfriend. I never found anyone I
loved like I loved her. And, losing my manhood, so to speak, I limit my
pleasure to the senses I still have.

Angie- Like sight?

Jason- Yes. I get a lot of pleasure with my eyes.

Angie- Then watch me Jason. Watch me pleasure you while I pleasure
myself. (Sliding down and  forward to the edge of the seat she spreads
her legs wide and slowly caresses her pussy through her black panties.
With her other hand, she reaches into her bra and fondles her breast. As
she gets hot her hips squirm about on the seat. Pulling the narrow band
of silk that barely covers her pussy aside, she strokes the fine hairs
covering her pussy and then separates the lips and inserts her finger.)
Look Jason! Look at me! Watch me, Jason! Watch me fuck myself! Oh God,
it's so good! So good! I'm cuming, Jason. Oh God, I'm cuming! Watch me,
watch me! (Slumps down on the seat and catches her breath.) Wow! Did you
like that Jason?

Jason- Yes ma'am! Yes indeed! Most beautiful sight I ever did see. Must
say, I did have a hard time watching the road. You is something else, Ms
Angela. You sure is. Most beautiful thing I ever did see.

Angie- You know of course, you mustn't tell anyone what I did?

Jason- No ma'am! Not a soul. Your secret is safe with me. I learned a
long time ago to keep my mouth shut about the goings on around me.

Angie- I would imagine you've seen a lot that goes on in the house. Know
where all the skeletons are kept. All the family secrets?

Jason- Yes ma'am. And like every family, there are secrets.

Angie- Will you tell me some of the secrets?

Jason- No ma'am. Can't do that. If I was to do that you wouldn't feel
very secure about our secret now, would you?

Angie- You're right. I just wanted to see how well you do keep secrets.
Oh my, we're almost there. I better get my dress on and my hair brushed
out. (Puts on a long, silky black dress buttoned from the neck down to
below her waist with a slit starting where the buttons stop. They pull
up to the front of the building and he parks.) Can you pick me up at
about 9:30? It should be over by then. If not, too bad.

Jason- 9:30 it is. Have a good time.

Angie- I already had a good time thanks to you, sweetie. See you later.
And, who knows, you might see a lot more of me later. (Goes up the
stairs. As she reaches the top, she looks around and, seeing no one
about, turns and pulls up the back of her dress giving him a shot of her
delectable ass. Turning, she blows him a kiss and goes in.)

FADE OUT...
Scene 4
9:30 that same evening. Jason is there waiting as she exits the
building. Before he can get out and open the door, she runs over and
gets in the front seat with him.

Angie- Hi sweetie! Been waiting long?

Jason-  Bout five or ten minutes. How was your evening?

Angie- Boring. Very boring. The only thing that kept me going was
thinking about the ride over. I reran it over in my mind so many times I
was getting wet.

Jason- You were and are a sight to see.(Starts the car.)

Angie- Wanna see more?

Jason- Only a fool would say no and Momma didn't raise no fool.

Angie- Let's see how fast you can get me home. If you get there before
Papa Joe and Tony get there I'll put on another show for you, OK?

Jason- We're practically there.

Angie- (As they drive down the freeway, Angie slowly runs her hands over
her body, fondling her breasts and running her hands down her long legs
and up and under her dress.) Hurry Jason, I'm getting hot, so hot. But
I'll wait. I want you to be able to enjoy it without having to worry
about driving. (Has her hand way up under her dress.) Oh Hurry! Hurry
Jason, I'm getting so wet.

Jason- We're almost there.  (Reaches the long driveway and clicks the
door opener. The door opens and the garage light goes on. He drives in
and turns off the motor.)

Angie- Watch. Watch me Jason. (Turning halfway on the seat, she leans
against the door and slowly unbuttons her dress down to her waist.
Opening it wide, she slowly runs her hands over her bra cupping her full
breasts. Bringing her left leg up onto the seat, she rubs her knee
against his hip and spreads her right leg out a far as it will go
exposing her panties.) How is it so far, Jason?

Jason- God Ms Angela! You're so exciting. But should we be doing this in
Mr. Joe's garage and with the light on?

Angie- Do you want me to stop? I will if you want. or, I'll keep going
until  he comes home or I   cum. Look Jason. (Lowers her bra letting her
breasts dangles inches from his face.) Look how hard the nipples are.
Like they know you're watching and they're standing up big and hard for
you. Want me to stop?

Jason- Ms Angela...

Angie- Look here. (Sits up and pulls her panties off.) That's the
closest it's ever been to you. See how wet it is.? It's wet for you
Jason. You're the cause of it being so hot and wet. Look, it's running
down my leg and onto the seat. Tomorrow you can smell the seat and
remember. Am I pleasuring all the senses, Jason? Sight? Smell? How about
taste? Would you like to taste me, Jason? Here. (Runs two fingers around
in her wet pussy and then puts them in his mouth.) Do I taste as good as
it  looks?

Jason- It's been so long, so long. Oh Ms Angela...

Angie- Watch, Jason. Watch me fuck myself. (She sticks the fingers of
one hand in her pussy and the other hand on her clit and furiously
brings herself to a climax just as  headlights appear in the
driveway.)Wow! Just made it! (Hastily brings her bra up and fastens the
buttons on her dress. Hands him her panties.) Here, a souvenir of our
adventure. (Gets out of the car just as Joe drives in.)

Joe- What timing.

Angie- I'll say. How was your meeting?

Joe- Boring. Yours?

Angie- Boring.

Joe- How about you Jason? Anything exciting in your day? Carting Angie
around town had to be a real downer.

Jason- Oh no, it was a nice ride. Very scenic.

Joe- Good. Oh Angie, before I forget, I'm having a small delegation of
Japanese business men coming in week after next. I'd like for you to
prepare a showing of our latest lines. Find some fairly flat chested
models to more closely resemble Japanese women but also some on the
buxom side to add a little spice for our guests.

Angie- Be glad to. Will it be held in our showrooms?

Joe- Yes, it should be big enough. There shouldn't be more than six or
seven. And, with the bar there and all, it should provide a relaxing
setting.

Angie- And I suppose you'll be taking them to the Sushi Strip Bar
afterwards. It seems to be quite the thing with the Japanese business
men.

Joe- Of course. Nowadays, it's almost a job requirement.

Angie- Of course. And you look at it as just a part of the job and won't
enjoy it yourself.

Joe- (Feigning surprise.) Who me? Why of course not.

Angie- Papa, you are a devil! Do I get to go along?

Joe- Heavens no! A sweet young thing like you? And anyway, it's men
only.

Angie- Party poop! (Turns to leave the two men.) Good night Papa. And
Jason, thank you so much for being such a dear. I hope I didn't spoil
your day.

Jason- No ma'am. Not at all. Anytime you need me, just let me know.

Angie- Thank you. I will. Good night.

FADE OUT...
Scene 5
Saturday, early afternoon. Angie is out by the pool in her thong bikini.
Thinking everyone is gone, she takes off her top. As she turns to get
her tanning lotion, she catches a glimpse of Jason watching her through
the kitchen window. Laying back down, she leisurely rubs lotion all over
paying special attention to working it into her breasts. Putting the
lotion down, she reaches for her Coke and finds it empty. Taking the
glass, she hurries to the kitchen for a refill catching Jason just as
he's trying to make a quick exit into the dining room.

Angie- Oh, Jason! You startled me. I thought I was all alone. Oh! I
forgot my top! I'm not embarrassing you, am I?

Jason- No ma'am, I'm too old to get embarrassed by the sight of a pretty
young lady like yourself. But not too old to appreciate the sight. And,
I must say, it is a lovely sight.

Angie- Why Jason! You old flatterer, thank you. What a lovely thing to
say. Are we all alone?

Jason- Yes ma'am. If it bothers you being alone with me, I'll just go to
my room. Got lotsa things to keep me busy there.

Angie- Oh no! No Jason. That's not what I meant. I'm sorry if I gave you
that impression. My God, after Tuesday night,  I trust you implicitly.
Please don't leave. In fact, why don't you join me outside. It's a
lovely day.

Jason- If you're sure.

Angie- Very sure. I'd enjoy your company. Please?

Jason- OK. You go on out, I'll make up a batch of lemonade and bring it
out.

Angie- Sounds great. But Jason, put a little rum in it.We'll live a
little.

Jason- It's a deal. (Starts fixing the lemonade and she goes outside. As
she goes out the door he laces it substantially with rum and takes it
out.) Here we go. Tall glasses filled with ice and demon rum for the
lady.

Angie- (Laying on her lounge bare breasted.) I don't know how much of a
lady I am sitting here naked from the waist up, but, since you've
already seen `em I figured what the hell. If it bothers you, though,
I'll put my top back on.

Jason- If you'll pardon me for saying so, ma'am, it bothers me but in a
very pleasurable way. I'll try not to stare.

Angie- Staring never hurt anybody. Be my guest. You know me, I love
having you watch me. I find it quite flattering. Now, pour me a big
glass of your killer rum. (He pours two glass and hands her one. She
takes a drink.) My goodness! You really mix a mean drink. (Takes another
big drink.) Mean but good.

Jason- (Takes a big drink himself.) Oh my, I may have gotten a bit
carried away. Let me put more lemonade in.

Angie- Don't you dare! I like it the way it is. A glass or two of this
and I just might get  carried away. Jason, would you be a dear and put
lotion on my back. I have a hell of a time reaching back there.

Jason- Be glad to. (Reaches for the lotion.)

Angie- Oh Jason! I'm sorry. I keep asking you to do all these things
like you were my servant or something. I guess I'm just not used to
having someone around like you. Please don't think you have to. I'd
understand if you said no. Honest. You're not my personal servant you
know.

Jason- I know. Don't let it worry you. I've spent over 30 years taking
care of Joe and his family. These last few years it's been just the
menfolk and little Monica. Kinda raised her myself I guess.But it's nice
having you here. We needed a woman in the house. It's nice you're here
and whatever I can do for you, don't be afraid to ask.

Angie- Oh Jason, you're such a sweetie. But please let me know if I
overstep the bounds of propriety. OK?

Jason- OK. Now, turn over so I can rub your back.(She turns over and he
starts rubbing in the lotion starting at her shoulders.) I'm not rubbing
too hard am I?

Angie- Oooh Jason! Your hands are heavenly. For a big man you have an
unusually gentle touch. More, more!

Jason-  (He continues down until he reaches the top of her thong
bottoms.) There, that should do it.

Angie- Oh Jason, don't stop. Would you do my legs? Maybe start with my
ankles?

Jason- Sure. (He starts with her ankles and slowly works his hands up
both legs to the top of her thighs and stops.)

Angie- More, Jason, more.

Jason- But, Ms Angela...

Angie- More, Jason. Don't stop now. Go all the way up.

Jason- If you're sure.

Angie- Oh, I'm very sure. Do it! (He continues up to her ass cheeks,
caressing and massaging the lotion into them with his big hands.)
Squeeze them, Jason! I love having my ass squeezed. (He does.) Oh yes,
that's the way! How nice. So gentle, so nice. Oh thank you Jason! (Turns
over.) Time for another drink. My, Just those two swallows got me
carried away. I wonder what two more will do for me?  (Takes two more
big swallows.) I guess I'll find out soon enough.

Jason- Maybe you'd better slow down a bit, ma'am. Those drinks is pretty
powerful and what with the hot sun and all, the alcohol might get to you
awful fast.

Angie- Well, something's getting to me. (Hands him her glass.) Fill `er
up, kind sir. Aren't you having another?

Jason- Still working on my first. Never was much of a drinker.

Angie- Party poop. Well, if you're not drinking, Rub some lotion on my
front. I just love your hands.

Jason- Ms Angela, I don't really think I should be doing things like
that.

Angie- Like what?

Jason- Like touching you like that. You're a married lady and all.

Angie- Well, married. I don't know about the lady part. Don't worry
Jason. I trust you not to get carried away. Why? Are you afraid you
might?

Jason- Oh no, ma'am. I'd never do anything to you in that way.

Angie- What way is" that way"?

Jason- Take advantage of you or rape you or anything like that.

Angie- I know that. I said I trusted you. So go ahead. Rub lotion down
the front of me. Give me a gentle massage.

Jason- If you say so. (Takes the lotion and starting with her shoulders
again, slowly massages it into her skin. As he reaches her breast, he
hesitates.)

Angie- Go on, Jason, don't stop. You've seen `em, now you can feel `em.
Go on. (He does.) Oh, yes. that's so nice. I love your hands. Squeeze
them, like you did my ass. Squeeze them and roll the nipples around in
your fingers. Yes, oh yes. I just might have to hire you as my private
masseur. Better stop, Jason. You're getting to me.

Jason- I'm sure it's just the sun and alcohol.

Angie- No, it's those big, black lovable hands of yours. I think I'd
better jump in the pool and cool off.

Jason- Sounds like a good idea. You have a good swim while I start
dinner.

Fade out...END PART III

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