I met Roger sometime in the sixties. We grew into the very interesting seventies. When least expected, we were best buddies. Roger is some 3 years older than myself, so besides being a great friend, he was some sort of teacher. Roger and me shared the first woman, and of course, Roger was there when
Jane is English, 18 and exactly 5 feet tall with natural long blonde hair, stunningly beautiful, with blue eyes and the most fantastic slim shapely figure. She had just finished her final year at school gaining three “A” Levels and looking forward to university, when her life was changed forever. Although Jane excelled academically at
“Don’t look at me,” she whined, covering her breasts with one arm, and clamping her legs together. “Turn out the light.” I shook my head. “No, Baby, I like looking at you. Just the way you are. Now open up… surrender the pink.” She moved her legs apart, revealing more of her crotch. I reached
He woke feeling strangely different. He couldn’t quite get a handle on why, but he couldn’t shake the feeling. He showered, dressed and walked to the local diner. As he entered a man at the counter caught his attention and nodded. He couldn’t help a strange feeling of kinship with him. He nodded back and
I first met Shelby three years ago at a nightclub. She was with a girlfriend that I knew from high school and they had been club hopping. I got an introduction courtesy of my high school acquaintance and fell head over heals for her the moment she opened her mouth to speak. I don’t know
Sometimes we do things that have no rhyme or reason. We just do it without thinking. My name is Jillian Springston and I and my family live in a small town in Southern Indiana. If there were such a magazine called the “All American Family”, the four of us could well be on the cover.
All Nikki could think about on her way home was how glad she would be to see Enzo. It seemed really funny that during one of the lowest points in her life she could find a lover like Enzo. But Enzo had changed that. She was so anxious (and horny) that she had removed her
Susan Ann Clancy sat quietly in her six year old Ford Escort in the parking lot for Krazy Kate’s Video Store. For the third time in the last half-hour, the forty-six year old high school history Teacher checked her watch. Then the short haired redhead looked out the window to the small sign on the
Danielle combed her long blonde hair as she stood in front of the full length mirror starring at her reflection. Danielle was a trophy wife and had married straight out of college to a man who was twenty years her senior. Pete was a wonderful husband and as a matter of fact he gave Danielle
One Sunday afternoon my wife got carried away or should I say lead astray. My wife is about 5’8″, very dark straight shoulder length hair. Nicely shaped B size breasts with half dollar sized red aureoles, well proportioned slender but soft build. Her complexion is a reflection of her Pacific Island heritage. My friend invited
When she got back to the living room, she immediately looked for Mark and found him deep into a discussion with the redhead. Janet looked the woman over, trying to decide what it was that attracted Mark to her. The woman, about 24, was only about five feet tall and couldn’t have weighed more than
“Kiss my pussy, Roland,” she commanded, interlocking her fingers on the back of his head and pulling him closer. “Kiss it, you darling boy!” Roland’s lips pressed against her hairy, damp cunt and he started to kiss and suck it instinctively. His tongue flicked against her clit, tickling the tender flesh. Janet loved the tingles
For the next few days Janet had plenty to keep her busy. Arranging the furnishings and getting settled in their new home filled her time. But the evenings were the best. Every night she greeted Mark with a special meal, served by candlelight in their new dining room. Afterwards, the young couple would fuck till
The movers had been gone less than an hour. Janet White was crouched among the luggage and packing boxes which littered the spacious front room of the house. She glanced up and saw her new husband, Mark, stripped to the waist, sweat glistening off his broad shoulders as he carried a heavy trunk toward the
As I write this, I’m 55 years old – born December 1942. Although, everyone says I look MUCH younger than that. It’s nice to hear, really. If you like, I’ll send a recent picture of myself and you can judge for yourself. I am well-built, I guess, and just slightly heavy. However, most of my