My name is Lesley. It was the summer of 73 I was twenty two, size ten and a good figure, in my second year teaching. My husband still a student was working all hours that god sent in the summer holidays. We ran a beat up convertible, which he was slowly restoring, to pristine glory.
It had all began innocently enough several weeks earlier when Tina was doing the laundry. She had taken some blouses out of the drier and taken them upstairs to iron out the wrinkles. She liked doing the ironing in the back bedroom where she could look out the window and enjoy the view to break
My sister in law came to stay with us for a week or so, and I hated it! She kept me from my getting pleasured by our male dog pepper! I had trained him very well in the art of pleasuring me, and he sure provided plenty of that at least 2 or 3 times
Funny how things work out. You grow up reading books and fairy tales, watching Disney movies, and you’re pretty sure you’re going to have a summer romance, to fall in blissful mutual love with someone dark and handsome and live happily ever after. Nobody tells you it could turn out to be a big, brainy
Christa rang the doorbell and went right in. “Hi Ms Colette, it s me”. Grace Colette was 51, a widow, very well off and was just about ready to leave for her book club. “I will just be a minute, Christa, please let Dexter out in the back for a few minutes. ” Christa, just