All Chapters of Crazy Adventures: Chapter 531 - Chapter 540

Wearing only her bra and skimpy panties she watches from her upstairs bedroom window as her grandmother struggles unloading her groceries from the back of her car. Grandma opens the hatch and tries to gather all the plastic bags by looping her fingers through the flimsy handles of the bags. Something slips and two cans roll out of the bags onto the driveway. Grandma reaches to grab the cans before they roll off the drive way and half of another bag spills onto the concrete."Grandma must realize that she can't get everything into the house in one trip," she thinks to herself, as her grandmother puts all the bags back into the car and begins to pick up the spilled items.Something else catches her eye. Across the street she sees a construction worker standing up holding some big tool and watching her grandmother. She sees him put down the tool, unbuckle his tool belt, and drop it onto the ground. He picks up a rag and wipes his hands and his face, and then rubs the rag a couple of time

She went about it as if she knew what she was doing. She got the tube out, found an empty bucket, turned it over and sat down. She found the hole in the tube, stretched it over her knee with both hands, looked at me, and said, "O.K. I'm ready for some solvent."I removed the tube of solvent from a patch kit, and knelt down in front of Katrina. She had her legs spread slightly and when I looked up, I was looking right between her legs. Powerful, bicyclist's legs. I briefly wondered what it would feel like to...She opened her legs a little more and then said, "O.K. Put some on it."I must have blushed a little, because I looked up at Sarah and she and Katrina were looking right at each other. I roughed the tire tube, spread some solvent, blew on the tube - and on Katrina's knee - and applied the patch when it was dry."O.K. Push on it hard so it will stick," Katrina said.With my thumb and palm I pressed on the patch - and on Katrina's knee - until she said, "O.K. That looks good. Let'

Unknown to me, her husband's birthday was coming up. How could I know that it was going to save me again?It was in the middle of the summer. I was on my way over to the neighbor's place just to visit at the end of the day. Billy hadn't had a steady job for years, but Mary Jo was smart, pretty, and gainfully employed as the real breadwinner of that family. No kids yet, but maybe down the road.I walked up the drive, past more than one car that Billy was in the process of fixing, to one that had the hood up. Billy had his head down in the engine compartment."Hey, Billy. What do 'ya know?" I asked as I leaned over the fender and peered into the darkness."Not much," Billy replied, recognizing me immediately, but not lifting his head up. "Can't get these damn bolts loose, been workin' on them for an hour," he said disgustingly."Well, I'm sure you'll get 'er done," I responded. Then I added complementary, "You do good work. You always get 'em going."Billy only grunted as he struggled w

"Nice cap!" she said as she finished the checkout of my groceries."Thanks. It was a gift from a friend.""Is it real leather?""Yeah. I think it's hand made. Would you like to try it on?" I offered, then paused and added, "...Naked."She looked at me kind of funny and said, "Excuse me?"I repeated, "Would you like to try on my hat... Naked?""I... Uh... It... We... Uh... You can't be serious." She blushed just a little."I'm deadly serious. You'd be a knockout wearing my hat. What's your name? What time do you get off?""Uh... Ellie. I don't think I can do that.""Do what... Be serious or get off?""No... Wear your hat... Like you said.""Sure you can. We'll prove it. How old are you? What time do you get off?""Uh... 24... I... Uh... Have a boyfriend.""O.K., that's good. I didn't offer him to try it on. Is he going to pick you up? What time do you get off?""Well, no -"I interrupted, "O.K. I'll pick you up right outside the front doors. Then we can go to your place. Do you live al

I noticed it at my very first appointment. The Dr. had a figure that wouldn't quit. I filled out the new patient form, but couldn't keep my mind off her chest. When she called me back to a patient room for my initial interview, I struggled to keep my mind on her questions. Then she read me the "all manipulations and procedures in this practice are non-sexual" statement and had me sign the consent form.Now, multiple visits and erotic dreams later, I was in an exam room on my back on the table. She was at my head with her hands under my neck gently feeling my vertebrae. Every visit was the same. We would go back into a room alone and she would close the door. Then she would say, "We are alone here and no one will come in. You may tell me anything about your condition and it will be confidential. No one will know about it except us." I knew she was referring to my health condition, but my mind always jumped to suppressed sexual cravings - mine for her.She always wore standard civilian