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My s****r and I were always close growing up. She was 2 years younger than I and we spent alot of time together. As we got older,
and she started to date, she would always come to me for advice. As usual, we both got older, moved away, got married and had c***dren.
We were both in our thirty's now, and I hadn't seen my s****r in over a year. The last time I saw her was at a f****y function.
She had gained some weight, like myself of course, but she was still an attractive woman. I had gotten divorced during the year and my
sex life was almost non-existent.
I had never thought of my s****r... Continue»
Posted by jabig6 2 years ago
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I met them in the spring about 2 year's back. They
moved into the apartment building I owned. Normally I
don't meet with perspective renters but the manager s
father had died so I was filling in. She was a very
pretty brunette about 5 and a half feet tall, in her
late 30's with shoulder length wavy hair. She had a
dynamite hourglass figure, large succulent breasts that
seemed to bounce with ever step.
Her skirt was not short but showed enough of her
shapely legs to make any man's mouth water. Her hips
were wide and comfortable. He was tall and obviously
into bodybuildin... Continue»
The Caning at the Cafe du Concorde.
On the face of it, to any casual or uninformed observer, the Cafe du Concorde may have appeared an unlikely location to act as a setting for the public disgrace and punishment of Yvette Marie-Louise Renard. The cafe in its snug location on the eponymous main square of the idyllic little village of Pont du Rochelles showed nothing at first glance to suggest that it was anything else other than the sort of pleasant and friendly little rural establishment whose twin could be found in any village in France. The drivers whose navigationa... Continue»
Chapter 1 - The Gift
Beth's mother looked at the box neatly wrapped in gold foil on the table. Why was Mark sending her a gift? She finally concluded that it must be a thank you for having him for Thanksgiving. It was so sweet of her daughter's fiancé to make such a nice gesture. She thought about calling Beth, but decided she would tell her this weekend at her birthday party.
Linda Franks would have waited for her husband before she opened it, but he was working late as usual. Besides, she was curious. She opened the card and it confirmed her suspicion. It was a very nice note from Mark... Continue»
Fiona was my first girlfriend, back in the 1980s when Dire Straits, INXS, Midnight Oil, Tears for Fears and The Smiths were on the airwaves; and when women didn’t shave their pubic hair. Like me she was a country girl and like me she had been sent to a boarding school in Sydney. I had known her for a couple of years before we first got together – she was a friend of my best friend’s older s****r. I was still at school at the time, but she had done her HSC and was in her second year at the University of New South Wales. Things got serious quickly, and we lost our virginity together a couple of ... Continue»
The started out like any other, the wife went to work and the son went to school. I had to go do some work at my mother in laws, when I got there she wasnt there,so I started the work when the phone rang and it was my mother in law saying she was at the store and was goin to be on her way, well I figured I had enough time to go check out her room and bathroom, due to me wanting to hide a camera to see her naked. My mother in law is fit for a woman in her 60s, nice big 38d breast and sexy round butt. While in her room in noticed her underwear in the laundry basket that hadnt been put away so i... Continue»
HALLOWEEN NIGHT - OCTOBER 31st 2007
It's hard to believe it's been a year since that fateful night. Almost impossible to comprehend the changes that have occurred in my life, in my outlook on life, on who I've become...on what I've become...on the horrible things I've done...
I'm going to drink from her breasts tonight...those beautiful orbs that are filled with thick, delicious creamy milk that her body has manufactured for my s****r.
Then I'm going to make love with her...unmasked at last.
I think I finally decided to do it simply because I had a bigger penis than my dad. To pr... Continue»
So if you read the last post this will make sense.
I was out at the gym and I receive a txt asking me to come over. SO after my work out, swim, sauna and shower I made my way to her city apartment.
She opened the door in her gorgeous back lacy lingerie and invited me to sit on her couch. We chatted, touched and opened up a bottle of champagne.
After a few minutes of caressing, the kissing started. Tongues were all out and we were getting a good feel of each other. The gentle moans of kissing is such a turn on!
She then pushed me back and said "I remember what you said last time". ... Continue»
The first time I saw her, she was begging – actually begging – outside a coffee shop in the business section of town. She was the prettiest young woman I had seen in a long time – even though she needed to be 'cleaned-up.' And, being totally honest here, my panties got wet just watching her smile shyly anytime someone gave her a few coins or a bill. The little girl sitting on an overturned milk crate at her feet seemed 'needy' enough to genuinely help her mother's cause. I could tell she was taking in a decent haul after watching her for just ten minutes or so.
I'd actually seen the woman t... Continue»
My name is Elisabeth Medeiros. I'm a six-foot-one lean and muscular young woman of African and Puerto Rican descent living in the city of Newport, Rhode Island. I'm an out and proud Black lesbian, and everyone knows about it. From my friends and classmates at the University of Rhode Island to my f****y members in the City of Champions. I don't hide who or what I am. I play collegiate soccer and I'm out as a lesbian athlete. Many admire me for that, some hate me. I don't give a fuck about the haters. Life is too frigging short to worry about what a bunch of nobodies think. Just live your life.
There are nine f****y members comprising my grandparents, parents, chacha and chachi, their son, me and my elder s****r and further three servants all living in one old traditional house built by my grandfather. My grandfather’s and grandmother’s order were final and binding to all the members of f****y. As I said our f****y was a very strict f****y so strict that in front of the elders we could never do as desired by us and it felt like living in golden cage. Especially for my mother and chachi life was very hard.
My grandmother always kept vigilance on them just to know when they make mis... Continue»
Eric Dorrmann was in heaven. Or a sort of heaven anyway. After months of flirting with one of the trainers at the gym, a short, toned 20-something with dyed black hair named Nadia, he had bit the bullet and went for it. He walked right up and asked her if she might like to see his house sometime.
She knew he was married but she did not give a damn. He was just over 40, kept himself in great shape, and she thought marriage was a joke anyway. If his wife wasn't hot enough to keep him interested that was hardly Nadia's concern. So she agreed on the spot, clocked out early, and the two raced b... Continue»
To say I felt a tad miffed at being sidelined by my closest friend, would be an understatement.
She was currently engaged in a spit swapping contest, her tongue deep in his mouth and his in hers, both darting in and out, enmeshing and poking, their saliva's mixing and being swallowed, sexy to observe, but fucking frustrating when a mouth looks like a wet cunt and a tongue acts like a fucking cock.
I am standing off to the side while they are locked in sexual combat, if only her husband could see her right now, fucking cow, I bet a thermometer in her cunt would read 100 degrees, lol, listen t... Continue»
My love life quieted down a bit for the next two or three weeks. I went about my business, my "aunt" Lorene was busy going on marketing and sales trips, and Gloria the next door neighbor went to vacation at her daughter's home out of town. To be honest, though the "rest" was welcome, I began to feel a bit of withdrawals from the rather steady sexual contact I had been having with these mature women. One terribly sweltering day at work, I was sitting outside the warehouse in the shade, when Donna stepped out of the office, and headed my way. I recall she was wearing a very sheer lilac summer dr... Continue»
hi got the wife this week,we are having a room repainted and one of the walls is next to our bathroom, a wall swtich backs on to grill in the bath room,so i took it off and taped the cable up,if you stand on a chair you can see though the grill in to the bathroom,when the painter came i told him there was a fault on the switch and the electrician would be coming back to fix it,i had set up a old clock cam in the room, my wife has a shower ever day around 10am, the first day nothing but the next day,i saw him get a chair and stand looking though the hole,the next day he put some tools behind th... Continue»
If you didn't read Part 1 yet...it is a MUST before starting Part 2...,so:
And without further ado...here is PART 2:
I was on cloud 9 the next day at work and couldn’t stop thinking about the day before and the masturbation experience I had with my wife’s s****r. I kept running the images through my mind – her smile, her hand on my knee, her smooth white stomach below her belly button, her hand under her white flowery panties and the glimpses of her dark pubic hair, her own glances at me rubbing my erection. I kept wondering ho... Continue»
I suppose I was naive. I used to think there were good girls and there bad girls. The good girls were those I saw in church on Sunday morning, kneeling to pray - the bad girls were those I saw at the basketball court on Wednesday night after practice. The girls who used to disappear round the back of the clubhouse with the players: and then come out clutching their panties in their hand.
Although, since I first had sex, I'm not sure any more about who are the good girls and who are the bad girls. I still go to church regularly, and I still confess my sins to the young priest on Friday eve... Continue»
When I was about 17, I had a class with a girl whom was my best friend and I've always had a crush on. Her name was Ally. She was a little big with a nice, curvy body and round belly. She was about 5'5 and always wore cloths that showed off her boobs. She had very big boobs which I always dreamed of touching. She had the cutest giggle and a turned up nose (which I loved the most). I was so shy, but one day I finally asked her out.
"Of course! I'd love to!" she replied. She hugged me and I wrapped my hands around her body. I shivered a bit because of my fat fetish. After class, we walked out ... Continue»
To say it started innocently would be a lie. My s****r probably believes that's the way it began but truth be told I was really looking for a way to get in her pants. I was tired of her teasing and prancing around. Crystal has the kind of body that doesn't quit; from the age of 14 she turned grown men's heads and got catcalls whenever she was out in public. She loved to wear revealing clothes and dress like a total slut. My own grandmother said 'she'll be knocked up by 15'. And it's a miracle she made it to 18 not pregnant. The only reason I can figure is that she is so shy, very naïve and my ... Continue»
I was walking by my son's bedroom one bright Sunday morning, when I heard a funny sound coming from inside. It sounded like a drum being struck in a slow, steady, heart pounding rhythmic beat. Thump, thump - thump - thump, thump - thump. My curiosity was aroused. I gently pushed my son's bedroom door open a crack and peeped inside. There was my son, totally nude, with his feet toward the door.
His eyes were tightly shut. Legs pressed together and his hand clenched around his erect cock. The thumping sound was coming from him jerking his piece of meat while lifting his hips in a rhythmic fas... Continue»
Posted by jabig6 2 years ago
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