Robbie & Mrs Stone - Kirstie Taylor - ebook
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18-year-old Robbie gets intimate with his friend's mom in this hot little tale for lovers of horny milfs. All characters and terms including 'boy' 'lad' and 'girl' refer to people age 18 and over. This book contains explicit sexual material and is for adults only.

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ROBBIE & MRS STONE

Kirstie Taylor

© 2013 Kirstie Taylor

First Edition

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All characters and terms including ‘boy’ ‘lad’ and ‘girl’ refer to people age 18 and over.

Robbie was watching his mate Owen’s sister Ronda play netball. She played for the local netball team. He only went to keep his mate company. He wasn’t a big netball fan or anything. This was doing nothing for his street cred. He actually felt a bit awkward standing there on the touchline. He felt a bit pervy to be frank. Well he would. He felt like he was ogling all those fit girls in their short little skirts with their navy blue knickers showing. They were all two or three years older than him (the girls, not the knickers), most of them in the early twenties, and they really were fit as fuck. Robbie really didn’t know where to look. Just like any other hot-blooded 18-year-old would feel he felt proper awkward having to watch a team of well fit girls running about in their sexy kits.

He actually said it to his mate.

“Mate, I feel like I’m perving.”

“What do you mean? Feel like? You are.”

“No I’m not.”

“Your tongue’s almost hanging out. Do you want me to get you a bib?”

“I’m only here because you asked me to come.”

“Yeah well I didn’t ask you to drool over my sister, did I?”

“I’m not.”

“You haven’t taken your eyes off her.”

“I don’t know where to look. Why do they all have to wear their skirts so short?”

“Dunno. So they can get some air to their pussies I suppose.”

“Their skirts flap about when they run. I can see their knickers.”

“Concentrate on the game.”

“I’m trying to. Has anybody scored a goal yet?”

“Not yet.”

Owen cheered his sister on.

Robbie just stood there, the flapping skirts and the flashing knickers almost making him blush.

“Come on,” Owen said. “Give my sister some support.”

“Oh right. Come on, Ronda! Kick it!”

“They don’t kick the ball in netball.”

“I know. I’m only joking.”

Also on the touchline with Robbie was Mrs Stone, Owen and Ronda’s mom. She’d been talking to a friend when Robbie was going on about feeling like a pervert so luckily she didn’t hear him.