I was feeling too old to be a bridesmaid; it’s a job for young virgins really, not for a horny 23 yr. old. I was stuck with 2 other girls – both just kids and not the company I wanted. Our dresses were pink and uncomfortable. At some point I’d insisted on having mine as
“What did you expect?” Charlene asked as he gaped at her voluptuous tits. The brunette arched her back and thrust her breasts toward him while he attempted to regain his composure. Inside, she was silently pleading with him. Don’t lose that hard-on, she begged. Even if I have taken off my blouse and shown you
I wasn’t confident in my youth. I was too afraid of girls to approach them and the thought of asking one out sent shivers through me. Besides, what good would it do to ask one out if all I wanted to do was put my face in her ass? The dating pool for that kind
Having graduated high school I was looking forward to getting out on my own. I found an apartment I could afford in a neighborhood that was going through a “transition” which meant it wasn’t the most desirable place to live. The complex was large and old with half the buildings closed for renovation. I was
We used to play a lot of Frisbee in our front yard; back and forth across our slate sidewalk. Our mother complained about us killing the grass with our running around but we pleaded with her that there was too much poison ivy in our designated playfield. One day, I was around eleven at the