Hi, my name is Wendy, I'm 32 years old, I'm happily divorced, and I work at a clothes factory, seamstress, or sewing machine operator you could say. In our end there is four of us girls we are all good friends, we go on nights out and get drunk together etc. One of our gang has just left work to have a baby, Irene will be missed, but she did say she would be...
April stood stunned. She wanted to answer, but her heart was racing, her wetness soaking her panties. I should have never worn these light colored Capri's, she thought. Too late now, April, you'll never hide it now. She took a few steps toward Mary France and felt her wetness on the inside of her thighs. "Melissa get you all hot and bothered?.... baby, you...
This is a continuation of the story of Mary Jo. It is not a standalone story. To appreciate it fully, you should read the prior chapter first. ***** Mary Jo asks Cindy to teach her When Mary Jo awoke she was confused. Where was she? Why? And then the events of the night before came rushing back to her. She was overwhelmed by it all. She extricated herse...
Mary Beth's eyes were luminous blue above the letter O her lips made at the rim of her coffee cup. After her morning run up St. Charles through the Garden District, she had taken her shower and her hair was still wet and combed back. She and Sue were having coffee in the sitting room that adjoined the bedroom.. Bonnie was still a heap of tousled hair in the...
Mary was busy trying to get her final paper written for her toughest course. The only problem, she was stuck, she needed help. She asked her best friend Cindy to help her with the paper. She didn't want her to write it, just help. They were in the library at school working on homework. There were both seniors at college, one more semester after this one and...
Author's note: This is almost certain to be the penultimate part in the Chelsea series and I want to thank all of my readers for their continuing patience. For new readers, it's probably best to begin with Part 1. And please feel free to vote, comment and/or send your feedback. I love hearing from my readers. ***** Her husband's sermon was almost at end bu...
Mary reached across and gently and hesitantly – for she still felt somewhat intimidated by the older, more experienced woman – slid her hand under the lightweight silk-like duvet. She rested it for a moment on her lover's soft belly and then, slowly, hesitantly and with great excitement she slid it slowly up towards the teacher's firm breasts. Mary gently s...
Mary sat on a bench while reading a letter that Brad had left for her on his cabin door. She already read it once before but was rereading it to make some sense out of it. What Mary had read in the letter left her shock and with some uncertainty about how to handle it. He wrote that she deserved to know the truth about him and why he did the things he did wi...
by BrettJ (c) 2013 At work the following Monday, Steve wasn't too sure how he should handle things with Fleur. She had left in high spirits on Sunday morning and she teased him about his ability to cook. "Most of the guys I know can hardly make a grilled cheese sandwich," she giggled as he made them hot fresh waffles. "You're truly a man of many talents, S...
The drive to Mary's home would take about 15 minutes normally, but now, with the rush hour traffic, it was quite likely that it was going to take considerably longer. Mary sat in the front passenger seat, next to Mrs. Brown and looked around her at the other cars and at the pedestrians all hurrying to be somewhere else. It had begun to rain quite heavily an...