When you have someone like Anne working for you, it’s pretty easy going to work everyday. Not only is she a top-notch assistant but she’s absolutely beautiful and best of all, I get the pleasure of fucking her whenever the opportunity presents itself.
I first fucked Anne last fall when I took her on a business trip. The original plan was for it to be a one time thing because at the time I had this silly rule of what goes on out of town stays out of town. In fact that’s the
My name is Edna, Eddie for friends, the female part of a long time married couple. Let me describe my exterior. 5.10″ tall, 140 lbs, rather fit but not fixated with gym. I have blond hair and azure-blue eyes. Due my height a couple of long legs prop my am
Dan Taylor stepped out of his truck into the warm sunshine of another glorious southern California morning. As he took his road bicycle out of the back and prepared it for the ride–checking tire pressure and loading his equipment– a large SUV pulled up behind him. He glanced up to see a pretty young woman get out and go around the back to get her own bike.
“I’ve never seen her before,” Dan thought to himself. That was not unusual. The club was always accumulating
My favorite teacher was my math teacher, Mrs. Gibson. She was in her late thirties, a wife and a mom, but man, was she sexy! She had long full blonde hair, a pretty face, was average in height, and had big tits. Like most of the teachers she dressed casual more than she dressed up, but whatever she wore, it was hard to hide her hot body. I wasn’t much of a math student, and since I had math my last class of the day, I spent most of the period staring at Mrs. Gibson and having fantasies
I stood at the door with my colorfully wrapped gift. I had just rung the doorbell a minute before and was waiting patiently. I’m 19 years old and it was my friend Janet’s 20th birthday, and she was having a birthday party that evening. Nothing huge, a few of her relatives and a few friends, but I had been looking forward to it nonetheless.
A man I didn’t recognize opened the front door. He smiled when he saw me.
“Hi, you must be one of Janet’s friends. I’m
My fiftieth birthday, the big five-O, I was so determined to treat it like any other day, “It’s just a number.” I said to myself speaking out loud as I stepped out of the shower, wrapped a bath towel around me, tucked it into my cleavage and walked back to my bedroom across the short landing. Reality soon disillusioned me as I removed the towel from my naked body in front of the wardrobe mirror.
“Good Lord Eleanor, the gal ain’t what she used to be,” I said
It was the first day of class and Chris was feeling very self conscious. The professor went around the room having everyone introduce themselves. At 39, Chris listened to student after student saying their name, and that they had just gotten out of high school. When it was his turn, Chris stood up, turned to the class and said, “Hi, I’m Chris, and I did not just get out of high school.”
After that first introduction, it became a competition between the ‘kids’,
I was in Los Angeles on business and one day I was in Century City for a business conference and when we broke for lunch I headed for a restaurant I’d heard about. I was walking down the street when something slammed into my shoulder and I heard a voice say:
“Watch where you’re going asshole.”
I turned and saw a guy standing there looking at me and smiling. It took me about half a second to recognize Bill Gibson and I stepped to him and took him in a big bear hug.
Bill
An old Army friend of my husband showed up one day out of the blue. Norman had just bought a business hear our home town and came by to say ‘Hi.” To my husband.
That is how Fred and I became interested in RVing. Norman sold motor homes and travel trailers over in Ohio just across the state line. We visited Norman at the sales lot and Fred was hooked on this as the only way to travel. So we bought a new motor home with all the bells and whistles. We also found out about snow-birding.
The damned old truck just gave up the ghost. It coasted down to the bottom of the hill and died. It was very old, 400 and some thousand miles on the clock. Everything in it was worn out including the driver. Life can be a real bitch. I shouldn’t have tried to go that far with it anyway. I figured the little trailer we were dragging behind her didn’t help any. I hadn’t had much choice. My new truck was in the shop because it was acting up. The parts for the plane had to be
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