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.
At about 10:45 Alex came into work. This time he was only 5:45 minutes late, but drunk off his ass. He stumbled into the little nick-nacks shop and stared at Julie in the way only a drunken horney bastard could. Alex was the store co-manager and was allowed to do just about everything the manager
It was in the late 70’s and I was visiting my cousin in the south during spring break. The worst of the segregation issues were over but there was still tension in that area. I had longish hair and was very buff as a member of my schools swim team, but was out of action
My name is Barney and I’m 28-years-old. This story is about a wild experience I had at the Driftwood Bar in my hometown about three months ago. And yes the pictures are real, a guy who just about lives in the bar happens to have a digital camera and is so used to what happens
“Marlene wondered if you’d ever mentioned a threesome,” said Candy. “Why would I?” I said. “I’ll tell you in a second,” Candy said. “I told her you never did, and she was surprised because she said all men want a threesome. Is that right?” “Probably right, most men have imagined it at one time or