1. BLITHE


    Date: 10/4/2015, Categories: Fantasy, Consensual Sex, Erotica, Male / Females, Romance, Author: Gentalman, Rating: 91.4, Source: sexstories.com

    figured. I grabbed the milk and brought it to the counter. Spinning it to get to the barcode, Bob revealed the front label to me. ‘Sun Crest’ was written with a crescent sun for a logo on it. “Hey, Sun Crest, is that the farm nearby?” Bob leaned over to look at the label. “Yep, Henry Baker’s place.” he confirmed, unimpressed. “Half the food in here comes from there.” “Really, I didn’t know that.” I said surprised. “It’s got to come from somewhere.” he shrugged. I took the milk home and put it in the fridge, looking one more time at the logo. I thought to get a glass of it after I had my shower. Closing the door, I headed for the bathroom. I took a shower in peace for once. I half expected Julie to pay me back, but she didn’t make an entrance. Wrapping the towel around me, I headed back to the kitchen for that glass of milk. Mom was in her nightgown pouring a glass already. “I want a glass.” I said, heading to the cupboard. “Sure honey.” she replied, taking the cap back off. “Sun Crest,” I pointed out, “I haven’t heard of them before.” She huffed and said, “I have.” and picked up her glass. “They were looking for an investment firm and contacted my company.” she explained. “Everything was set until Connie met with the owner.” “Oh yeah?” I asked, “What happened?” putting the cap on the milk. “She wanted him to invest in multimedia and he refused.” and shrugged, “Said he didn’t want somebody telling him where to put his money.” and sighed, “Took his money somewhere else.” ...
    “That’s messed up. Why’d he bother looking for investors for?” I asked, putting the milk away. “You got me there… but the stock for multimedia tripled, just like Connie told him it would.” she remarked with a grin. We finished our milk together and said good night. I headed off to bed and stripped. Flopping on the bed with my phone in my hand, I dialed Candy. “Hey gorgeous.” I exclaimed when I heard her answer. “Hey, ready for bed?” she asked in a soft voice. “Yeah, can’t wait for tomorrow.” I replied, settling in. “Me either.” she confessed. “So you think this will change her mind about us?” “I don’t know, but I talked to her about us.” I started, and told her of our conversation. “I really think tomorrow will be good for us.” “I hope so, I wouldn’t like her as an enemy.” she claimed. I decided to change the subject to keep her from worrying about my mom. “So what does your room look like?” I asked. “Oh, just dressers and a bed.” she confessed. “I do have a lot of pictures and posters though.” “Are they of you?” I asked, knowing that probably wasn’t right. “No silly, different people.” she explained. “I have one of me on Mr. Biggins though.” she boasted. “Who’s Mr. Biggins?” I asked “My horse, of course.” she quipped. “Is he a good looking horse?” I asked teasingly. “He’s the most handsome ever!” she bragged. “Ok, now I’m jealous.” I feigned. “Awe...” she pampered, “I love you both.” “Ok, I’ll have to see my competition tomorrow.” I vowed. “What else do you have?” She pondered a ...