“Hurry up Toby, you’re going to be late,” Marissa Jones called up the stairs to her 18 year old son. “Ok mom, I’m coming,” he yelled down to her as he came running out of his bedroom. “God I really hate going out for dinner with Aunt Jackie. All the grown ups do is talk,
Vicky had inherited the business from her late husband and had grown it tenfold. What started out as a small firm of engineering consultants had now grown to include architects, civil and hydraulic engineers, quantity surveyors and a construction division. With her business acumen, talent at networking, people skills and background as an architect, although
A few nights ago I was watching adult television all by myself, and getting seriously horny over a programme showing a lesbian seduction. You will understand that it is not always easy for a sixty-year-old woman to find a female lover at short notice. Sometimes when I feel this way, I am able to slip
Hi. Don’t know where to start my story so I’ll begin by telling you a bit about myself. My name is Corrie and I’m 31. I’m about 5ft5 with blue eyes and short blond hair. My husband says it makes me look a bit boyish. I don’t have big boobs, 32b and a nice rounded
About five weeks had passed since we arrived back from our holiday and the whole balcony episode , when Jean said we had being invited to a party in Joan and Ryan’s (that’s her husband) house. They are old friends and live not far away in a nice quiet area or so I thought. The
The storm was getting nearer the thunder was louder now than it had been moments ago. With looks of worry was on both their faces they decided to go to bed to hide from the approaching storm. I was pretty tired so I followed them up to my room shortly after I had been in
Nick’s place was notorious in the town. Among the conservative members of the community, it was rumoured that he held orgies there and every sort of perversion was practiced. To the less conservative members of the town, Nick’s place was where they went for fun, sex and booze (not necessarily in that order). The rumours
It was a Wednesday night, it was also the night of my girlfriend’s mum’s birthday and we were shopping for her present. I picked up a 36 D bra from La Senza however my girlfriend remarked that it wasn’t big enough for her mum’s boobs. Ah her mum’s boobs, so perfect and round, still firm
My name is Peter and I thought I had most things going for me. I have a reasonably good job trouble shooting for big power plants and I have a gorgeous wife. In fact my wife Jenny was better than gorgeous she was a knock out. Her 5ft 8inch figure with log slender legs and
When I was 16 years old, my family and I were staying at a hotel for Spring Break that also happened to be the location of a BBW Bash, basically a hookup and relaxation and week-long party for fat women and people who like them. My parents tried to ignore it, but I was fascinated.
I waited. I didn’t think anyone would actually come, but soon a light come on through the windows next to the door. A curtain rustled briefly. Then after a few seconds I heard the front door unlocking. I guess when he or she saw me they must have assumed I was safe enough. The porch
Maggie dried herself after the shower. She looked for her robe but had forgotten it somewhere. As she exited the bathroom she saw herself in the full length mirror. “Not bad for 55 and 2 kids,” she thought. Realizing that it was warm and no one else was home, she decided to be adventurous and
I was 22 and not much with the ladies and in all honesty, I had only been laid once and that was by some skanky, drunk chick who I think was passed out for most of it. Guess you could say I was searching for something and got involved with a local fire and brimstone
Uncle John and Aunt Ethel lived in the country. It was about 50 miles to the nearest town. They lived on a nice farm which was about 60 or 70 acres, hardly anyone ever came to that part of the country. Uncle John and Aunt Ethel were getting up in years. Uncle John was about
When the phone rang, Kathy was looking down the street from her living room window at the teenage boys carrying beer into her neighbor’s house. “Is Jeff home?” “No,” said Kathy. “Is this Randy?” “Yea,” said the voice on the phone. “Randy, I thought Jeff was with you.” “No, he said he was going to