Lesbian Sex

When my husband and I travel I like to tease him when it gets later at night and he is starting to get tried of driving. I carry my vibrator in the glove compartment, when it would get dark I would pull it out, lay back the seat and masturbate for him. This would keep him awake and me ready for when we got to our destination.

Last year we were traveling with a couple of friends, Megan and James. We were on our way to a conference, after we were heading different directions so we took two

Ellie Barton looked up over the top of the latest copy of Birds and Blooms as the child passed by her patio for what had to be the third time this morning, and Ellie chuckled when she saw the kid’s reaction to being caught looking in her direction.

Ellie had seen the child several times since she had moved in to the apartment complex, and at first she feared that the young person was casing the place in order to pull off a robbery or something, because she obviously didn’t live

~Part 1~

“Hold on a second,” I said through my phone as I was standing in the parking lot looking for my car keys. Ah, found them! “Alright, what were you saying?”

My best friend, Laura, always tends to ramble on a little and if I’m being honest, I occasionally tune some of the less important parts out. “I was seeing what you were doing tonight. Wanna come over? I’m bored.”

“Yeah, I’ll be over around 6. Make sure food’s ready

My real sexual education started in college in my junior year. I’d had the same roommate for two years but she’d dropped out, then Eileen came into my life. We were the same age and build, shapely, pretty, buxom and the opposites in disposition. Except for the fact that I’m a blonde, and she’s brunette, we could pass for sisters.

I was shy and a follower, while she was outgoing, and very much the leader. She soon brought order to my rather sloppy, chaotic life, and I

Karen was setting in her car in the parking lot next door to he massage parlor. Her best friend had told her about it a month ago, right after she had discovered it. Her friend Sandy was thirty-five and newly divorced like herself. “You have to try this place. That’s all I’m saying.” And try as she might, that was all Sandy would tell her but she did ask if Karen had made an appointment every time they were together or talked on the phone, which was nearly every day.

So

My freshman year at college was one total nightmare. Not the school or the classes, the dorm rooms at night. I was subjected to such outrageous treatment that I’m not sure I ever completely recovered.

I’m from a small town and had never even been in as big a city as Austin. I was very excited, though. It was something I had planned on all my life. I had not done well socially in high school. The girls had all been in their little cliques and ignored me most of the time, when they

I am going to reveal one of the most exciting experiences of my life, which I never disclosed to any one before. Even though I am 38+ now, I’m considered to be attractive and have always taken good care of myself. I’m proud to say most men find my pretty face attractive, but my full breasts (36c), flat stomach, and my firm bottom get the most attention, although I have to admit I’ve never really dressed to show them off.

I’m not really old fashioned and I normally used

There was pussy, pussy everywhere, but not a cock to fuck.

Not that I was complaining, encircled as I was by so many lusty young nymphs entangled together around me on the large, luxurious bed, writhing in a fleshy heap of shameless female fucking. Everywhere I looked were healthy bouncing boobies and firm willowy waists, pierced belly buttons glimmering with diamonds and gold…

hands caressing curvaceous, slender hips, sturdy round buttocks, lithesome legs, some lifted in the air…

“Harder, baby! Oh shit! Don’t stop!”

She was panting and writhing under me, nails digging into my back, legs around my waist. Her hair was wild, her eyes closed and her mouth open, gasping for air. She was all that I had wanted in the past few months and I was doing everything I could to make her feel good.

Hearing her screams filled me with the happiness of knowing that I had made her scream like that. But, I’m getting ahead of myself, let’s talk about how we met.

I should never have listened to Bitsy. I was all comfortable in front of the fireplace with a glass of wine and immersed in the new John Grisham novel. When the phone rang. I almost let the machine pick it up, but I was never one to ignore a ringing telephone.

“Hello?”

“Rebecca, its Bitsy, I hope I am not calling too late, but you said that if I found any special art that I should contact you. I know this wonderful female artist and her work is stunningly erotic and I thought