Act 3 Friday, January 1st, 2:15pm "Hi, Val speaking." "Did I embarrass myself badly last night?" It was a voice from the bottom of a gravel pit. Doreen was obviously suffering. "No, Doreen, you didn't. You had fun. You let loose and had fun. And so did I." "Are you sure. I have some very strange memories from last night. How did I get home?" "Well, you...
Two hours later the Tea Rooms was back in business. The atmosphere was heavy with the stink of bleach water and everything shone like a new pin. Patrick O'Hare was busy ushering his guests back to their tables, the referee had the rugby game ready to restart and a new string of riders had formed to continue the Tour d'Orgasme. "Quite the intermission wouldn...
Bree strolled into the house. She wore knee high black boots, her long tanned thighs stretched up to her tight black mini skirt. Her smooth tanned stomach was on full show and her large firm tanned tits tried to bulge out of the top of her tight pink top. The image was completed with tumbling loose blonde locks flowing down her back and stylish sunglasses wh...
It's the center of Middle Age culture and the Renaissance and attracts a large audience from all over the world since most of the masterpieces from these periods are located here. My wife, Doreen, and I have a particular love for any works by Michelangelo and there are more in Florence than anywhere in the world. Our Lufthansa flight arrived in Frankfurt ear...
Sarah and Diana were frantically rushing around, in preparation for the housewarming party that evening. As there were going to be twelve people coming, Sarah had called in a catering firm to lay out a cold buffet with a free bar. The firm's operatives had just finished setting up the big sitting room as the party room, and had left. Alison had bought a s...
The story so far: Doreen, a lonely, plus-sized middle-aged widow, receives an invitation from something called The Zaftig Society for what appears to be a swingers' party. She does not attend, but when the night of the party comes, she can't help thinking about it... and pleasures herself. * Doreen was in a store on the other side of town, which she had ne...
From the very first moment I laid eyes on Doreen Shields she became an obsession; something about that big, beautiful, mature woman just grabbed me and made me notice her charms, shaking all thoughts and images of other females out of my mind. I immediately closed my little mental black book -- that is, all other females that I'd been admiring, pursuing or t...
I walked toward the school parking lot when I heard a familiar voice call out. "Mike can you take me home?" asked Doreen one of my math classmates. "Got to go to the auto parts store first," I replied, "hop in and I'll have you home in a little while." "I didn't know this Chevy belonged to you. This is really cool." "Thanks," I replied. My 57 was a two...
Author's note: My uncle Ron died recently. While sifting through his files, I found journal folders marked MY STORY, containing accounts of his life. I have adapted and edited these notes and will post them when I can. These stories include bisexuality, incest, interracial and mature and group sex, etc. All sexual activity depicted here involves persons at l...
Author's note: My uncle Ron died recently. While sifting through his files, I found journal folders marked MY STORY, containing accounts of his life. I have adapted and edited these notes and will post them when I can. These stories include bisexuality, incest, interracial and mature and group sex, etc. All sexual activity depicted here involves persons at l...