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I won't name her, but I met her nearly 40 years ago at university where I attended with her now husband. She was 18. I was 22. We have been good friends since 1985. She had big tits. She was one of those girls who talked about them, a lot. I looked at them, a lot. If we were at the beach, she said she would never drown. When airbags started to appear in new cars, she said "Why would I ever need them?" Everyone laughed. I found it sexy. One night in a pub, she went to get a round of drinks. There were many, so I went to help. I was drunk, and walked up behind her at the bar, wrapped my hands a… Read more

I can't remember her name. She was just Mrs Jones. Her son; Mike and I were fond of motorbikes. He had a Honda XL 75; a 4 stroke trail bike with no muffler, so for a small bike,it made a lot of noise. It had problems. It would hardly ever start. We had to push start it pretty much every time. After that, it ran like a dream. We decided to strip down the carburetor. Mike's dad had a big garage and loads of tools, so I went over one day to start on the business. Mike wasn't home. I knocked at the back screen door as I always did and Mrs Jones came and opened it, as she always did, but she was d… Read more

I've lived in London now for years, but I return to Adelaide regularly for work. In 2018, I was back there for longer than expected. I wondered if Jane still had the same number so I texted her and asked if she wanted to meet for a coffee. She replied within the hour, and we agreed to meet the next day. Now, I admit, there is a certain fetish; wondering how a woman you fucked years ago, now looks. I was really curious. I was 54 at that time, and Jane would be about to turn 64. (We had been 42 and 52 last time) I hadn't seen "Plain Jane" for over 10 years. We met at a cafe on Hutt Street. It w… Read more

Jane's 40th birthday came and went. She wasn't happy about it. It's pretty hard to make any woman feel good about themselves except by just accepting them as they are, which I did, but she still felt she was getting old. I'm in my mid fifties now. I would love to play with a 40 year old woman!! When Jane turned 40, I was 30. I haven't seen her since 2004, when she was 51. She didn't look a lot different. She would now be 65, and I often wonder how her inch long nipples turned out, and whether I would still find them sexy. I definitely found them sexy on the day she showed up giggling, tellin… Read more

I'm a tradesman. I build houses, renovate houses; sometimes just do minor repairs to houses. In the early 90s, I was doing a renovation for a couple in Adelaide. They seemed happily married, with three k**s. The wife was called Jane. In private, the other tradesmen and I called her "Plain Jane" because she was a lovely person, but not pretty. She let us know that she was not altogether happy about the fact that she was about to turn 40. It was 1993. She was about 5 foot 6, with a small build, and we knew she went to the gym a few times a week, because she would always tell us where she was go… Read more

I've just returned to Australia from living in London for more than ten years. Before I went to London, I worked in a mining town and most of the houses were rental properties. I did the repairs, and a lot of the work was for one particular agency in Adelaide. My contact was Em. I never saw her. She called me and sent me to various addresses, where I would quote the work and get back to her, and she'd tell me how to proceed. We got along well. She was chatty and laughed a lot. I was about 41 at the time and guessed she was about the same. Turns out, she was two years older. The picture I had o… Read more

Like many things, it started innocently enough. I mentioned the opera singer I lived with for a while; the one we were calling Sue. Well, when I moved out, another female opera singer took my room. I had a big Ford Explorer so I helped move her stuff. She was tall with long brown hair; 28 years old with a really fit body and a bit of a nerdy face. We'll call her Kate. They were both behaving strangely that day. "Frisky" comes to mind. Carrying boxes, they would bump into each other in doorways, giggling, and sometimes wiggling their bums together. They were both wearing shorts. They looked… Read more

The Librarian I'm in my mid 50s and I find myself saying more often; "they were different times", when I talk about past decades. When I think back to "Mrs G" the librarian, when I was at university in Adelaide, it becomes poignant again. I studied at a university in Adelaide in the mid 1980s. I spent a lot of time in the library. It wasn't all about study. A lot of it was about Mrs G; the librarian. In 1985, I was 22 and Mrs G was about twenty years older. Nowadays, she would be called a "chunky BBW mature MILF or Couger". Back then, those terms didn't exist. We didn't have the same expecta… Read more

I've been on xhamster for years. I noticed fake pics were popular, and I became fascinated. Hilary Clinton faked with big tits, Nigella Lawson rubbing cream on her naked body, nude BBC news presenters etc; I found it captivating. The thing is; most of the pics weren't any good, but you could still see the naughtiness they were trying to convey, and that made even bad pics exciting. And then there were the good pics... Nigella Lawson with thick cum sliding down her cleavage, and the boobs really appeared to be hers, even though you knew they weren't. I wasn't attracted to Hilary Clinton physic… Read more

After I moved out, Sue and I had a strange relationship. She still wanted sex, a lot, and I wasn't with anyone, and had plenty of cum to shoot on her face, and damn, did I do a lot of that. One day, she rang me and said she needed a light fitting replaced in the living room. I came over, on a purely business level. She let me in, and said she needed to go and shower, and left me to the front room, where I started work. It wasn't a simple change over, as screws didn't quite go back the way they did before, but was basically finishing off by the time she returned in her bathrobe. I had my scr… Read more