Author: | Lisa Winters | ISBN: | 9781310803482 |
Publisher: | Winters-Marazza Publishing | Publication: | December 28, 2013 |
Imprint: | Smashwords | Language: | English |
Author: | Lisa Winters |
ISBN: | 9781310803482 |
Publisher: | Winters-Marazza Publishing |
Publication: | December 28, 2013 |
Imprint: | Smashwords |
Language: | English |
Warning; This 5000-word story is intended for mature audiences only. It features graphic descriptions of sexual situations. Cassandra is home from college and bored. Mr. Johnson is a lonely, old, childless retiree. When Cassandra finds herself missing the attention boys paid her, she starts to seek it from her aging neighbor. But he has other ideas for the fertile beauty. He never had the chance to get a girl pregnant-- until now. And Cassandra might find the idea of getting knocked up by this old man too hot to resist...
Excerpt: “He seemed flustered and nervous, “I just wanted to swing by, let you know your parents left the garage door open. You should close it, don’t want anything to get stolen.”
I could almost smell how nervous he was. To an aging, portly man like him, I must seem like a goddess or a queen. I knew the garage was just an excuse to come over. “
Warning; This 5000-word story is intended for mature audiences only. It features graphic descriptions of sexual situations. Cassandra is home from college and bored. Mr. Johnson is a lonely, old, childless retiree. When Cassandra finds herself missing the attention boys paid her, she starts to seek it from her aging neighbor. But he has other ideas for the fertile beauty. He never had the chance to get a girl pregnant-- until now. And Cassandra might find the idea of getting knocked up by this old man too hot to resist...
Excerpt: “He seemed flustered and nervous, “I just wanted to swing by, let you know your parents left the garage door open. You should close it, don’t want anything to get stolen.”
I could almost smell how nervous he was. To an aging, portly man like him, I must seem like a goddess or a queen. I knew the garage was just an excuse to come over. “