They call it Picnic Rock, so named because generations ago, it was the hot spot to cool down for city dwellers that came to the beach where the rock was in the tiny village on the coast for its beautiful scenery and cooling waters and breeze. It retained the name and though not as popular as it once was for actual picnics, it was a magnificent outcropping...
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Before they went to the university together, Alice and Eric invited a few of their friends and family members to a picnic at their home. At that picnic, Art, a friend of Eric, and Dorothy (Dot), Alice’s mom, were introduced to each other. Art found Dot to be a beautiful elegant woman, about 5’ 3’’, 130 lb., who appeared to be younger than her 63 years age. S...
So Gramma and her friend have a habit of washing themselves in the creek that flows through our family's farm. I had seen this for years and thought nothing of it, though I always tried to watch them, being a horny 18 year old. It didn't matter to me that they were old or that one of them is my own Gramma. I've seen Gramma lift up her loose skirt and wash h...
"OH MY FUCKING GODDDDDDDDDDDDDD!!" Jamie Lee Curtis leans back, riding my fourteen inch cock, on my brown leather office sofa, while I look at some program notes my wife Kim Kardashian handed me when she walked in about two minutes ago. Jamie Lee's eyes roll back in her head, her body smack dab in the middle of a full body orgasmic spasm. My cock gets that...
Susan watched young Amy kissing Alana and smiled as best she could, what with her mouth locked around one of Alana's wrinkled old tithes. Amy's eyes were closed and she moaned as she thrust her tongue into Alana's mouth, the age difference of 46 years not bothering her in the least. Nor did whom she was making out with - her grandmother, whose own eyes were...
This is the third part of my story about how I became Jill. My relation with Rikki takes a serious turn and I learn more about what life with her will be like. Each day Rikki gives me an article about a female led relationship. The article on Monday is about a couple in their thirties who are dating. The woman makes most of the decisions when they are in pu...
NOTE: This is one of the ongoing chapters of me growing up in the Midwest in the late spring and early summer of 1971 before moving to AZ to live with my grandmother and attend college. All persons in this and any of my stories are of at least 18 years of age and the names have been changed to protect the innocent. These chapters cover the times that I w...
Phone rang early on Saturday morning; I was still asleep, it was my weekend off work and wanted a lay in. I wasn't going to answer it but when I looked at who was calling; it was my brother's home number. I answered the phone, "Hello," in a groggy morning voice. It was my brother's wife Tracey. Tracey was twenty-two and an athlete, a four hundred meter run...
Susan O'Malley loved the beach, the relaxed setting, the sun. And it was a great place for the sexy older gal to sit with a cooler full of cold chardonnay and get hammered. Susan loved her chardonnay on the beach. She was a silver-haired beauty of 65, slender build but strong from years of exercising, big brown eyes, an impressive chest that had given away...