TRAILER PARK LIFE (FUTA/F/M---SLOW)

Story by misfit446

This is a build up to the rest of the story. I see three or four chaps. Right now, this chap is the beginning, the start of what will happen. Sorry, no real sex. It's all explanatory. But I hope you read it. I got the idea from a video I saw on xnxx, not like I'm promoting it. Most of it is crap. But I got redirected once and saw this video. "Old Black guy presents Danielle and TJ" TJ was this girl who had me hard from just the video icon. She is tiny, small B cups, but so tight with a nice round ass and strong thighs. OH MY GOD! Why couldn't I have met someone like THAT in high school? ANYWAY, that is the motivation. But this story is complicated. So if you don't want to deal with story, wait for the next chap, tho it will only be woman on girl (as she awakens her sexual self), no futa. THAT comes LATER!!!! But if you read this chap, you will know why. Enjoy! And feedback is always welcome, including the THANKS button!!

TRAILER PARK LIFE

Annie Vorhees stood at the large bay window in the double wide, watching the kids play. The small (only fifty trailers) park seemed idyllic. Up against a national forest, she knew she was in the best place she could be.

Her parents were dead, and as an only child, she got the goods, almost $6 million in the estate. With selling the family home in an exclusive area of rural San Diego, she got another $2 million. With taxes, she still had about $4 million plus in the bank.

Having worked for a Fortune 500 company for twenty years, her 401K was doing okay, though with the recent economic downturn, she knew she couldn’t rely solely on that. So the money in the bank earning guaranteed interest was a good thing. But the income taxes still sucked.

Now having decided to retire at the age of 46, she found this place, surrounded by wine country, seemed to be the place to be. She bought the place three years ago cheaply and hadn’t looked back. The place, owned by an older couple was well kept and clean.

She knew most of the residents in the park, making sure to meet everyone she didn’t. But people moved on, as new families arrived. So her task was never truly done.

The Jensen’s moved in two years ago. They had Tammy at 13, Joey at 11 and little Gigi at 7, though she would find that out later. The kids seemed to add energy to the aging community, with loud shouts, shrieks and that delightful laughter only children can make.

Annie seemed to enjoy working on her vegetable garden as the kids biked past or ran by having a good time. Tammy was going to high school soon and seemed so proud of that fact, having mentioned it continually to her. Several times she stopped biking to talk with Annie, inquiring what she was doing or watching with wide eyes as Annie dug up a huge carrot from her garden.

That garden seemed to be the envy of the small park as Annie talked with many older couples about it.

She got a shock one evening a year ago when her phone rang and Mrs. Jenson, recently divorced, called for a baby sitter.

“Um, er, sure, I guess,” Annie stammered, trying to figure out why her. So fitting herself in her billowy kimono like wrap, she went down the asphalt road to the Jensen’s.

The kids were eating a dinner as Mrs. Jensen finished putting on her jewelry as she answered the door.

“Oh, hi. Listen, gotta go out to meet a friend. Might have a better job for me,” she offered breathlessly.

“S-sure.”

Mrs. Jensen brushed past her, grazing Annie’s shoulder. “Oh sorry.”

“How late will you be?” Annie called out.

“Um, don’t know. I’ll try and call,” she shouted out as she got into the beat up Honda and tore out of the place.

Annie frowned. But turning, she forced a smile and walked into the dining area, where the kids were eating beans and franks.

“So kids, what do you wanna do?” she asked.

“Teevee,” the two younger kids shrieked, their mouths filled with food. Tammy wiped her mouth and frowned.

“Don’t talk with your mouth’s full,” she admonished

The two younger kids swallowed and smirked.

“Sorry about that,” the older girl offered. Wiping her mouth again she stood, grabbing her dishes and went into the kitchen, setting them into the sink.

Annie was impressed with Tammy’s maturity. She came back out to the other two kids. “You done?”

Both kids, mouth’s full only giggled, slid off the chairs and raced into the living room and the tv set.

With a disgusted look she grabbed the dishes, scraped them into the garbage can and put them into the sink. She started the water.

“Um, I can do that Tammy,” Annie offered.

“No thanks Annie, I got it. It’s my job.”

“Oh.” So Annie turned and sat on the stained couch to watch the cartoons the kids were watching.

Fifteen minutes later Tammy came in. Annie looked up. She noticed that Tammy was beginning to blossom into womanhood. The t shirt she had on exposed her B cups easily, with no bra, nipples soft yet evident. And the str

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