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“Oh yes dear! I slept very well indeed, like a baby. I didn’t dream and I
don’t think I stirred. I’m going to carry on taking a tablet every night, if you don’t mind?”

If I didn’t mind! I laughed to myself and went off to work with my new set of photo’s to show the lads. I was also thinking about the other things I’d seen in the sex shop, manacles and silk ropes and other devices, and planning to talk to Tom. Oh No! I didn’t mind!

When I got to work the lads pestered me until I showed them the new photos. The leather hood aroused some comment but as I expected the lascivious photo with my wife’s fingers stuck into her asshole got raucous support. The
other one they particularly liked was the butt cum shot.But they also asked me when I was going to have some “proper fuck photos” to show them.

I showed Tom the photos later. He spent some time studying them all, squeezing his crotch at the same time. He gave me the opening I needed when he whistled in appreciation and said

“Wow! I wouldn’t mind giving her one, quite a figure!”

When I told him that he had said that before. he looked at me strangely and said, “you aren’t telling me that this is your fucking wife are you? I didn’t think that she’d be into this sort of thing. No offence, she’s got a hell of a fuckable body but she always seems so prudish.”
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Sex with my wife had never been good. Oh yes, she’d a highly defined
sense of “wifely duty” and we’d produced a family. She opened her legs for me
on request but that was it. She literally laid there with her thighs spread
apart giving me access to her cunt, (which she’d only refer to as her vagina.
She never used any of the regularly accepted words relating to sex or the sex
act. Only the proper medical dictionary terminology). She would lie there, eyes
closed, unmoving, as I worked myself off inside her. Most times it wasn’t even
as satisfactory as masturbation, it was just “relief.” When I withdrew she
would get up and go to the bathroom to clean herself up,

“Sex is so messy,” she’d say.
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What could be more exciting for a 17-year old girl than the prospect of spending two months on the Carolina Beach, North Carolina, even if it meant babysitting two children? A neighbor couple had rented a beach home for the summer. Bill would stay at home in Jacksonville during the week, and drive down on weekends. Kimberly was a rather tall, 33-year old, dark haired beautiful woman all of five-foot nine, with a well proportioned body; a full figured 38-C breasts, and wide hips. Her two children were a girl and boy aged 4 and 2. My name is Joan and I was 17-years old and going into my senior year of high school. I was five- foot six, slender and only a 34-B cup at the time. We had met at the public tennis courts and became friends. We played doubles together if we were not playing each other. It was that relationship that inspired her to ask me if I would like to baby-sit for her children, during their two months vacation at the beach. I idolized her and wanted to be just like her. I didn’t have to think twice before accepting her offer.
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I came home one day from kindergarten and entered our families’ apartment in Raleigh, North Carolina, and walked in on my baby brother’s babysitter, Martha, with the girl that lived in the apartment above ours sitting naked on her lap sucking on her tit. I was only 6-years old at the time. Both of my parents work so they paid Martha to babysit my baby brother during the day and me when I got home from school. She was a new mother herself and had an infant that she was breast feeding. I was fascinated watching her breast feed her baby girl. She was not shy about allowing me to watch her nurse her daughter. I always got a funny feeling between my legs and in the pit of my stomach when I watched her daughter sucking on her tits. I wondered what her milk tasted like. There was just something so erotic about the expression on her face while the baby sucked on one of her tits. She obviously enjoyed the feeling of her daughter sucking on her nipples. Of course there were times when her daughter would either suck too hard or bite her nipple and Martha would pull her nipple out the baby’s mouth and admonish her for being too rough, as if the baby could actually understand her words. All the baby knew was that her meal had been interrupted and she would continue sucking as if the nipple was still there. When she became aware that the milk had been interrupted she would cry until Martha would put the nipple back in her mouth. I had seen Martha unfasten the flap on that nursing bra to feed her baby without removing the bra, many times. The flap was padded to absorb milk that might leak out between feedings or her pumping her tits dry. I had also seen her use a breast pump to fill baby bottles between feedings. It always fascinated me to watch her. It was as if she was getting some sort of strange thrill from having her breasts sucked on. I stood there just inside the door to the apartment looking at the sight in front of me in total fascination. Martha had her blouse open and had removed her nursing bra. I had always been fascinated with the size of her tits. She must have been a 36-C+ at least. They were a creamy white with mauve colored areolas as big around as a glass. The nipples looked like little mauve clumps of cauliflower. As a child an older women just looked old to me. To me she looked a lot like the actress Susan Sarandon. Read the rest of this entry »

I grew up in a rural area of a small town in the deep south.. There were
only three schools.. K-6, 7-8 and 9-12…My mother works in the loan
department of a small bank and my dad is in sales for a textile mill.

My name is Susan and I am an only child…

Either my mom or dad would drive me to school on their way to work and I
had to ride the school bus home. I hated that bus ride. The boys would
cause so much trouble. They would either be fighting and cutting up or
picking on us girls. The drivers either couldn’t or wouldn’t make them
behave. I stayed With a neighbor after school until I was old enough to
take care of myself.

I started 9th grade when I was 15. My freshman English teacher was and
still is a good friend of my moms. They were class mates in collage. I will
call her Ms Jones.

Being friends with my mom Ms Jones knew how much I hated riding that
bus.. She told my mom that if I didn’t mind staying after school while she
completed her after school duties she would give me a ride home. She lived
a short distance from us and it wasn’t out of her way. I was thrilled. I
would not have to ride that bus anymore..

After school I helped Ms Jones tidy up her classroom and get every thing
ready for the next day. We soon became close friends and we acted more like
girl friends than teacher and student. We would laugh and giggle and tease
each other. We talked about boys and other teachers. Who we liked and who
we though was good looking and so on. Ms Jones was a professional teacher
though. In class she treated me like any other of her students.
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