It’s not often that a guy’s girl friend takes off and rents her apartment to a friend but that happened to Jake Morrison. Amelia and he had a big fight and although he’d been trying to get her on the phone for three days, in the hope of patching things up, she just wouldn’t pick
Life’s tough in the big city, especially as a junior executive in a global conglomerate. I was so far down the pecking order I couldn’t even see the Vice President’s office, let alone dream about being in it. That’s why I had to get the promotion. “It’s two levels above me, Melanie,” I said to
I am an oversexed, 60-year-old, married man who was endure the God-awful experience of being raised as a Mormon. During my early teenager world, virtually all of the adults who were a part of my everyday life–with the notable exception of my very open-minded father–considered homosexuality and bisexuality to be an abomination that a “decent
In the summer of 1946 I was working at a music store in Milwaukee where I had graduated from high school in ’41. I’d reestablished contact with two old friends from school days, Lloyd and Janice F., who had got married about a year ater graduation. We got together quite regularly after I came back
Monday was great. We had a lovely time in the afternoon, spreading out our duvets on the floor to get more room for our activities. In the evening, we did the same thing. Tuesday afternoon almost ended in catastrophe, when mom came home unexpectedly. We barely managed to get dressed before she came up to
Gillian clutched the cold tabletop and lay there, sobbing. Her ass ached, and her body throbbed with the pain of the abuses she’d suffered. Desperately, she raised her head and tried to see if there was some way out of the room, but there was only the one door and she knew that it would
“Yes, it’s a weekend training scheme.” “For me, Mr. Pincher?” Gillian Smith gasped, peering at her boss a little suspiciously through her glasses. “Why me?” “We decided that you were, uh, you were, ready for new ideas,” Joe finished lamely, looking out the open window. “Some people have their eyes on you, you know, and
Living in a college town, I’ve learned there’s always plenty of eye candy, but also a general lack of experience to go with those young hard bodies. However, there’s nothing I enjoy more than a young girl that seems so innocent until you’ve pulled their panties off, and then realize you’ve unleashed a monster. It
I, like many men(most men actually), have a fetish for fat chicks. Chubby matures, especially mature latina bbw’s, just have that extra something that totally does it for me. The jiggling and wiggling is a major turn on. Big girls can take a pounding like no other and give the best head. I am married
In the dead of winter, snow storms come up quickly around here. That is what happened last Friday. I went to work at nine in the morning and walked out to an extra five inches of still falling and blowing snow. My friend Greg looked at me and offered to let me sleep on the
Me and blue went to the swimming hole to swim, I got out blue mounted me and knotted in me, I heard a noise behind me and turned to look, it was Jimmy my cousin, he had his big dick in hand stroking it, he asked what I was doing with a big smile on
My mom and dad divorced when I was 12. I was never too sure why, but it happened about the time my dad got very religious and wanted to become a minister. I used to see my mom on weekends, as my dad had custody, but she moved to the opposite coast when I was
The rest of the weekend passed without any more excitement. I spent most of my time stalking the pool, hoping to get another glimpse of the big titted beauty I had seen the other day. Unfortunately she never emerged, leaving me with fleeting thoughts of her mammoth mammary’s to pleasure myself during afternoon stroke sessions.
So our story begins when my parents leave me in charge of babysitting my sister who is 3 years younger then me and is currently 18 years old. my mom said she didnt care what we did as long as we went by my rules. so my parents left friday morning. me and my sister
It’s odd to be sitting here in the Florida sunshine as a great grandmother and to remember that I never even met my first American until I was almost eighteen. That was when the big war was being fought in Europe. I’m an old, old lady now but I still remember that windy April afternoon