TRAILER PARK LIFE 2 (FUTA/F--AGAIN SLOW)

This is part two of the story. It again is slow but there IS SEX. Hopefully you'll enjoy it. Maybe not. But the story is moving toward where I want it. Let me know if you like it. Please. Otherwise, I'll just write the stories on the computer for myself. I mean, it IS about sharing and all, and I do appreciate the members who have commented and/or thanked.

This story is kinda new for me. As most of you readers know, I usually get into it pretty quick, excepting a few stories. This is different yet there will be MUCH MORE SEX coming. It's been plotted and am trying to stay to that plot.

As some have pointed out before, some chapters of stories have either typos or mistakes (LIKE THE ELEVATOR IN BIGGER GIRL ON CAMPUS! DUH SO FUCKING STUPID!) And in the first chap of THIS story I had grammatical errors which I fixed on my original document. Sorry about that. I'm usually pretty good about it but sometimes I get caught up in the story and just go go go.

Even though I try to proofread the story before I submit it, sometimes, well, I'm human. So there it is. Enjoy this chapter and hope you read the next one. Thanks everyone.

TRAILER PARK LIFE 2

Annie awoke twisted about in her sheet and blanket. It took effort to untie herself. “Some dream,” she growled out, not remembering it.

Stepping up to her commode, she hauled up her hanging hose and let go with a long, powerful spray of her pee into the water.

The relief was wonderful, yet she still felt like crap. Mostly because of her thoughts about Tammy. ‘That girl is a dream come true,’ she thought.

Wiping up the drips with toilet paper, she flushed, waddled into the kitchen and began to make breakfast. She used the remote to get the latest news from her dish on the roof.

Cleaning up she peered out of the big window. Adults were going to work, the kids were lined up at the bus stop, about fifty feet from her place. She knew all the kids. Here breath caught when she spotted Tammy. She had on jeans and a nice blouse, a light jacket over her arm. The proverbial book bag hung against her back. Hair in a ponytail, she looked so perfect. Then Annie noted that she was talking with that boy from the development down the way about a mile. Seems the school district wanted to cut the number of stops so condensed them, making this one outside one of the meeting stops.

She’s seen him before. He was a year older that Tammy, she found out. ‘He sure looks cocky,’ Annie thought. Then she gasped, hand to cheek. “Oh my God, I sound like I’m jealous!”

She turned and marched away, finding a clean wrap to trap her body once again. Opening a drawer she pulled out one of her own creations she had sewed herself. It had flowers and hummingbirds on it. She loved that fabric when she found it. Turning, she caught herself in the mirror on the door. She stopped, dropping the cloth to the floor.

She hadn’t really looked at herself much si