When I was in high school, my best friend had a mom that every one of my friends drooled over. She was in her late 30s and was very attractive. She had blonde hair blue eyes and a huge set of tits. I had gone through her underwear drawer one time to find out that they were a D-cup. Most moms get heavy at this age but not her. She was never married and had no excuse to lie around and get fat. Being a doctor she kept very busy and ate very healthy. She raised Mike and his younger sister very successfully with the help of her parents.
Suzi was a stunningly beautiful young woman with
It was a hot night. It was after midnight and Rachel could not sleep. While the air conditioning ran almost constantly, it didnt seem to be helping. She looked over at her husband, Scott, who was apparently unaffected.
Emily woke slowly, her eyelids heavy. She was cold, and the room was brighter than usual. She was uncomfortable,the surface beneath her hard and unyielding… had she fallen out of bed? Still drowsy, she blinked a few times and tried to lift a hand to rub her eyes.
The younger generations going to pot. A statement heard in Roman times; a maxim thats been labeled by many Americans as simply the Generation Gap, a phrase that makes many of todays youth even more suspicious of the older generation.
Jennifer stands average height, with an average build. She did play sports in high school, along with being a cheerleader. She was excited about finding the babysitting job so quickly, satisfied with the amount they were paying her.
Judy and I both had been putting in a lot of time at our
Carol started a new job this past week. So far everything has been going great and she feels as if she is adjusting to a very new environment. There just seems to be one obvious problem. Except for her boss, Mr. Zachary, the new office is full of nothing but younger women. Most are particularly good looking she notices. In fact, here it is Thursday and she finds herself walking out into the hallway from her office only to catch Mr. Zachary looking right at Ann, the youngest of the women in the office. Ann is slightly bent over the copier with her tight skirt practically molded to her backside. He is obviously admiring her long sexy legs as his head tilts downward then back up, his probing eyes following from her snug skirt down her well exposed thighs to her high heels, twice. Carol knows from the way he ogles the girl his manly penis is likely stirring in his dress slacks as he gets his fill of watching her bottom sway back and forth as she continues to manipulate the office copier.
The last person I was expecting to see was my husband. He was supposed to be on his way to New Mexico to attend a business seminar. But there he was, standing in the doorway of our bedroom with his mouth hanging open, All of the guys were watching the big screen TV on the wall opposite of the doorway so nobody saw him except for me. His eyes were locked on mine and I momentarily looked away from him to glance into the large mirrored sliding closet door and I saw just what I looked like to him. I almost looked like I do when I go to the beach. I was wearing a yellow micro bikini and my tanned skin looked like it was glistening from suntan oil. The only difference was that it wasn’t suntanning oil, it was perspiration and only some of it was mine. When I looked back at him his eyes had slightly shifted down. I knew what he was staring at. I had just seen it myself when I glanced in the mirror and, for me at least, it was possibly the sexiest thing I had ever seen. I don’t know if he thought the same thing but he seemed unable to pull his eyes away from it. What he was staring at was how my bikini bottom was pulled to the side exposing my freshly waxed cunt which was glazed with the cum of multiple men. There were large glops of white spunk all over it and between the globs was the thick but clear fluid that precum consists of. The shiny mess extended halfway down my thighs and there were long ropes of cum dripping from my just fucked cunt that made a small puddle between my feet.
As Mel was starting dinner, the phone rang. Damn she muttered, thinking to herself it better not be. Sure enough as she looked at the caller ID it was her husbands work number. Hi honey, she heard him say, hi sweetheart what is up? I have to work overtime tonight for a couple hours. Ohh not again she asked? I was making your favorite dinner and hoped we could spend some time with just the two of us. I am sorry Mel, I have to finish this brief for the morning court case. I will probably just grab a sandwich on the way home. Okay Brett I will see you when you get home. As she hung up the phone she thought about how many times lately he had to work late. It was killing their lovemaking as he was always tired.
I was sitting in a rental on the Denver airport cell phone lot, waiting for my business partner to call so I could meet him at passenger pick-up. We had been awarded a large commercial job on a little historic town about eighteen miles outside of Denver and we had a dinner meeting in six hours to button up any last minute questions that the project owners may have. We also had a project overview presentation scheduled in their Denver office at ten in the morning, to brief the subcontractors.
I want you to come all over my boobs, said Liza.
We approached the room hesitantly. Neither one of us knew what to expect. I mean, we had ideas. We watched porn. Regularly. Weve even made some of our own. But, this was a whole different ballgame.
Julies water broke at 3:00 a.m., and Lukes day went more or less downhill from there. Despite Aprils journey down the same canal a year and a half earlier and rigorous attendance at Lamaze classes, Julies cervix remained stuck at three centimeters for most of the day. At 4:00 p.m., when the babys heart began showing signs of stress, the exhausted mother-to-be was rushed to the OR for an emergency Caesarian, and Luke was left alone to prepare himself as best he could for the birth of his second child. At loose ends and in need of the assurance of something familiar, he fished in his pocket for a quarter and lifted the receiver off the pay phone on the wall just inside the waiting room. He dialed his home number and listened impatiently to the clicks as the connection was made.
I used to be an average housewife, husband, family, a big house with a white fence wooden fence and some kind of boring life. My husband just likes straight sex, he limbs onto me, fucks me until he cums and then rolls over to sleep. I had never been fucked in my ass, he seldom wanted a blow job, and we have never tried anything than a missionary position. He has got a cock that looks like a sausage, reddish and covered with long veins. Our house is surrounded by fence, and we have neighbors living on both sides of us. On the right side there lives a family, and a man often shows up on our left. We have a fence, about 4 feet high, between our grass plots, so every day or a morning we say: “Hello, how you doing” and this type of relationship with our neighbor. I don’t know anything about our neighbor Alexander, if he is married, divorced or so.
Aileen, Cassidy, Sinead and Katie had been friends their entire lives. They lived in the same small Irish town, attended the same school and sometimes shared boyfriends. When Aileen was offered a job in Dublin they were sorry to lose her but it was even a bigger shock six months later when she wrote and said she’d got married.
From my now, rather more knowledgeable experience of life, Ive discovered that its not too unusual to find that the full erotic significance of a particular incident or situation that occurred some time in the past, was not always fully appreciated or even realised at the time in which that specific episode happened. However, on a few occasions when we sit back to recollect and further analyse some of those memories, usually at a time and place a lot further down the track, the true erotic content and latent value of that moment can sometimes resurface, at last enabling us to truly recapture that moment and finally fully appreciate it for its original worth.
Nia and Alexa had been roommates for the past eight months, after they’d met at the gym they’d immediately struck up a friendship and started spending a lot of time together. With Nia opening her own plus size clothing store funds were extra tight and so Alexa had offered her a place to stay as way for her to save money while she got the business off the ground and for that she was eternally grateful. Alexa had been dating Baron for even longer than she’d known Nia, they’d already been together for over a year when they’d met at the gym, and six out of seven days a week he could be found at their house. Which was fine by her, he was a pretty great guy and they got along well enough plus he treated Alexa like a princess and that was about all she could ask for as far as best friend standards go and living with them was pretty much the best set up she’d had since leaving home so she couldn’t complain. Some people might have felt like the third wheel but Alexa and Baron still went out without her and had their own little private moments, she knew how to take a hint after all, but whenever they were all together at home they always made Nia feel included, always extended the invitation for her to watch a movie with them or to join them in a hand of poker and it was the perfect balance.
It was near the last night on the fire. The large wildland fire had burned for 12 days but the end was at hand. The few crews still working the fire lines had already eaten and headed to bed. I was soon to follow after some paperwork and a shower. The kitchen crew was busy packing up after the evening meal and would be heading off to another fire a few states away.
The campus was deserted the weekend before classes
That night after dinner, Ana and I were sitting outside at the back yard, enjoying some drinks. She was dressed very sexy; wearing a very tight pair of black leggings and a thin tank top without a bra.
I had been working for a major robotic industry, not only designing them, but helping build many of them. Everything was perfect, I had obtained the position right out of college, advanced quickly up through the company, until finally I was in charge of the entire department, but then the board of directors wanted more zero’s added to their bottom line, even though we were the top sales company in the nation with ideas of how to grow our customer base more even possibly doubling it in the next ten years.
Hello, my name is Clara, and I am going to tell you about the time I learned what it really was to be fucked. I was adopted at age 7, by my mother Nina, and now I am eighteen… On the say of my 18th birthday, my mother threw me a huge bash, invited all the family and my friends, and let me tell you, it was something I will never forget.
Todd Markham was a young man obsessed with boats. Occasionally he’d crew for some rich dude but what he really wanted was to own his own vessel. To this end, he saved up every penny he earned.