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That Tammy Burt and I were friends, good friends, was a fact, but I was never quite sure how it started. Okay, a shared love of programming helped, as did the fact that Tammy and her divorced mom lived just a block away, but at the time our friendship began, Tammy was only twelve and I was sixteen. Four years in middle teens was a lifetime!

We met, I guess, in one of the high school computer labs during a free period. Our town wasn’t big enough to have separate facilities for junior high

Marlee Ramsey was still a looker: even in her mid-forties, with her round, extra-soft body, people often mistook her for ten years younger. More than that, people often were surprised at how she didn’t see this in herself. None were more surprised than Seth Donovan.

Seth was the best friend of Marlee’s son, Zach. The two boys had grown up together, and now in their early twenties, were still a tight pair.

They often spent weekends and holidays and summers at each others’

I looked at myself in the mirror. Not bad. For a fifty year old mother of three, I looked pretty good. I was still slim and trim with fairly large breasts, I knew I didn’t look my age. I had on a little powder blue suit with a short skirt, several inches above the knee. I wore stay up top hose and blue heels. I turned and looked at the back. Pretty damned nice I thought. Eye catching but not overtly so. I liked the mirrors in the elevators of this building. Good idea.

I walked down the

There are words that I don’t like. There are phrases that don’t sit right with me either and never have. I don’t like the word cunt. I like the word pussy. I’d like to take a vacation and spend a week eating pussy. I’ve never wanted to spend one minute eating cunt. The two words “pussy whipped” bother me. First it’s the connotation. “Pussy Whipped” means that a man has allowed a woman to get total control over his actions. He’s

I was brushing my hair in the small dressing room of a unisex bathroom when my new father-in-law’s brother walked in and strode up to the facilities behind me. A commode and a bit further away a urinal were attached to the wall. He stood in front of the commode.

An impossibly loud …Z-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-P… echoed in my ears as he opened his fly. This couldn’t be happening.

He hadn’t noticed me standing in front of the mirror in the small room to his immediate left and he

I sat on the wide polished piano bench. Late afternoon sun cast striped shadows as it streamed through half opened blinds; golden motes of dust danced silently in the air.

He sat, as he always did, next to me.

Years ago, I had begged my mother to learn to play – we had a baby grand at home – and she finally relented.

I had started lessons with him three years before when I was fifteen; a month ago, I turned eighteen. I was a senior, so, in the fall, I would be going away to college and the

The best lovemaking of my life, was the first.

When I was eleven years old we moved from the city to the country. My mother’s first new friend was a lady from a neighboring farm. She was several years younger than my mother and had three daughters, one a year older than me and the other two younger by one and three years. For the first several years I enjoyed riding bike and doing other kid things with the three daughters but around the time I turned fifteen I started to notice their

I want to tell about a sexual experience I had last evening. But before I do, I suppose I’d better tell you a little bit about myself.

I’m Krystal. That by the way, is not my real name. Many years ago, a gentleman told me I was precious like a jewel, somewhat like a crystal. I think he was just being nice as I had a mouthful of his cum at the time. Anyway, I took a fancy to the name and adopted it as my own. I think it sounds so much better than Marge. Don’t you?

So, back to

It was a Sole-Proprietorship business but a girl was added after two years to answer telephones, act as receptionist and file papers. She was only five feet tall, married twelve years and built like a brick shithouse. Maybe her figure is what caused me to hire her although in total honesty it had never crossed my mind except as an afterthought. She’d been available the hours I needed her and had some experience.

My workshop and shipping were located in a large area in back and the place

As I remember the night that I met her, I still tremble with excitement. She had etched herself into my memory forever.

The night was just cool enough to wear the coat. A nice fur, mink I think, it was soft to the touch. I remember it well. I will never forget. I had been in that restaurant for almost 3 hours and while every one of my clients was enjoying themselves including myself, I had to get some fresh air.

The restaurant was located at the end of the street on the corner of 5th and 27th,