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It had been several years since we last meet each other, but it was always good to see Eileen again, I had arranged to spend a few days with her staying at her house. I arrived in the late afternoon one Friday in summer, knocking at the front door there was no answer, I went around the back, and saw her sitting at a table with her feet up on a chair, a G&T on the table next to her. But what caught my eye was her skirt had ridden up slightly revelling a stocking top, I could not make out if these were hold ups or from stockings and suspenders, before she spotted me and stood up, and greeted… Read more

We finished our drinks before returning upstairs, ‘take off the dress, she said, and bend over’ I did as I was told, and felt her hand caress my ass, followed by a hard slap, ‘as firm as it looks, take off the bra, and panties, leave the girdle on’ I did as I was told, ‘now bend over, again’ Bent over I felt a poking at my ass, not my favourite thing but I went with it, a pocking followed, I felt something slide in, a butt plug! Once it was in place, my next instruction followed, ‘now, do mine’ I turned around to see Darryl on all fours her ass in the air, I saw a butt plug on th… Read more

It had been several months since our last encounter, and to be honest I felt it was unlikely there was going to be another one. But fate made out path cross again. I had spent several months in France photographing gardens for a new book, and spent most of my time along the Loire valley, I had been posting my location on Facebook as I went along and after a few months I received a e-mail from Rod, Daryl husband saying that they would be in the Loire Valley in about a month’s time, for him to attend a artists retreat, and if I was around they would like to meet up, never one to tune down an opp… Read more

My first big sexual crush was, my friends mother, and the first woman I knew that wore sexy (at least in my eyes) panties, from the age of 13, I saw her panties in the washing as I went out there back door, soft satin with the odd bit of lace, it was only a sort step to touching these and finally taking a pair, a simple thing at the time that was to shape my sexual lift for the next 30 plus years. What can I remember about that first pair, they were black, satin and had a string side, and a little lace v panel in the front, when I got home I slipped them on I felt my cock getting hard and b… Read more