Date: Sun, 21 Oct 2007 04:41:45 -0400 From: math wreck Subject: the show Disclaimers are uncool. anexperimat@gmail.com if you have an opinion or an observation about the relationship about clowns TO the color red (and vice versa) you might want to share. "Aah! Ah ah aaaaaaaaah!" My fucking is sending him flat against the shower wall. He's never been so loud about it. It feels so good, I just keep my face smashed against the new tile and away from the window in the shower wall. This is the advantage. Use it. What are they doing? Oh man, I get entertainment with my breakfast? Nice. I wonder if the kid can hear me and Sheryl go at it when we actually get to. I usually have to hold out a week or more for the kids to go somewhere. I'm all pent up - I don't care how much sound either of us produce in bed. It's rare, so she understands that I just have to go wild...But I bet we're nothing compared to what's going on in that blue house across the way. It's getting louder. Glad the kids are asleep. I hope. "Oh man, I wish we didn't do this in the shower." "Why?" "'Cause if we were dry I could totally hold your cum in for a second round later." But later, I realized I'd forgotten to add "I can't believe we're fucking in the shower". Usually it's kind of quiet over there around now, but I've been offhandedly hearing some murmuring from one of the smaller windows for the past 15 minutes. It seems like that kid has a visitor. Heh. I mean, I've heard him blasting music or jamming on an accordion now and then, but this is definitely new. I might have to be a little late for work today. Better turn the main kitchen light off. It's still kind of dark as the sun hasn't come up yet. Their blinds are open and I can see shifting bodies. We waited up until his dad left for work at 6. It's not like we had to keep ourselves a secret to him, but I parked a block away like his brother's girlfriend used to do when their mother was alive regardless. She wouldn't let his gf sleep over - put a curfew on his brother's time with his girlfriend, even when they were twenty. How lame. That's why I was lucky to have come into the picture after their mom's death. Then again, maybe under the guise of my gender, I could have just posed as a new "really good friend"...every night. Hah, poor girls. Can't cheat the mothers like we can. I had woken up at 7 PM that last day. A groggy and shitty sleep - still hot in October and I just couldn't get my fucking allergies or hair to settle. I learned my lesson a while ago - A hat needs to go on my head after every shower I take, especially right before sleep. It's a rule for me, even if no one's looking. I was already awake when dad left, 6 AM kind of feeling like my own 6 PM. Two teenaged lovers. Well, I know one is a teenager. "The neighbor kid with the dead mom" my kids call him. The moans are young, cracking, and relentless. They're almost muffled by the splashing of their shower spray, which is much more faint. But how admirable! A young man and his girl having a vigorous early morning fuck. I feel jealous. But...I've had my chance and my time. I'm happy with Sheryl - Hell, when we used to do the same shit, I bet the neighbors ten houses away could hear without even trying. When I listen to the moans die down, they continue to speak and dress and muse with themselves. I can see more of their bodies as shadows through his bedroom window. Is the show over? So I had been with him for four months. I had worked my way into his life, and he into mine. We had another day to ourselves - free to fuck and talk and be loud and ridiculous - It's been like this ever since graduation, which is when I first hooked up with him. I only work at nights and I had two little sisters and mom home all Summer, so my house was off-limits during then. We got into this habit of taking advantage of his empty house during the day. With his mom gone, dad at work for 10 hours, and brother moved to another town with his girlfriend, we had all the private time we needed. When we scamper naked back into his adjacent room he immediately bolts for his precious hat. So self-conscious. I'm already in the room so I grab it and play keep-away with him. Poor kid. I'm almost a whole foot taller than him. The hand holding the hat touches the ceiling. I walk in from my shower and immediately search for my hat. I can't find it at first - it was buried underneath my pillow. Sitting it over my damp hair, I say, "I want you to go deeper next time. Maybe tomorrow morning, during my next shower." On my way to work, I wondered why I only heard one set of moans.