Porn Garden

Chet nervously looked at his watch for the third time in the last five minutes. What in the hell had gotten into him, was he out of his mind! Meeting a woman in person he has been having an on line relationship with–totally nuts! Here he was, 33 years old, a good job, married to a beautiful woman, two small children, a whole lot to lose, and he could throw it all away because he was thinking with his dick! Unbelievable!! He’d heard the stories of meetings of this type going disastrously wrong, with some even ending up in murder, and just because most of the victims were women didn’t make him feel a whole lot better! After looking at his watch again he mumbled, “Christ boy, relax, it’s just a drink with a new acquaintance, no problem!!”

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It was always the same in every little town and hamlet that the carnival stopped in. Walt would try and hook up with some of the local talent for the four or five days they were in town. To a homey, the life of a carny roustabout seemed like a glamorous way to live. “Some glamour,” thought Walt, “dusty dirty jobs setting up and tearing down the rides and exhibits that constituted the Kingston Karnival, and Eddie Kingston made sure that you earned every dime of the crummy pay that he forked over on every Friday. In between set up and tear down, Walt would handle any number of odd jobs around the midway. If he wasn’t running one of the many rides for the youngsters, he was operating a game stand, you know, the kind that for a buck you have to knock down the three milk bottles with two throws, or maybe shoot a moving target with a gun with bad sights, where ever he was needed, that’s where you’d find him.

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The darn phone hadn’t stopped ringing all morning! Linda was in the middle of typing a pile of letters, when it rang for what seemed like the fiftieth time! Picking it up and answering, “Mortgage loan department, may I help you” The party on the other end of the line spoke for about thirty second before Linda said another word. When she did finally speak, all she said was, “At 12:30 in back of the bank,” and then she hung up. At 12:25, Linda stuck her head into her boss’s office and told him she was going out to lunch and would be back in an hour. Stopping off at the rest room, she went into a stall, sat down and took off her panty hose and underwear and after slipping them into her purse, she left the rest room and took the elevator to the ground floor where she went out the rear entrance and jumped into a waiting Oldsmobile 98. “Hi,” she said as she slid into the plush front seat while sliding over to sit next to the driver. “Hi yourself,” he answered back, giving her a quick kiss on the mouth. Pulling away from the curb, he made a right turn and headed east. Before they had even driven half a block, Dan, the driver of the car, had slipped his hand up under Linda’s skirt and wormed his finger into her already dripping slit.

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