I had been caught red handed. My kinky secret was now known by the stewardess of my local club. At 45 years of age, without a girlfriend, my world was about to change. Of course this was a fantasy dream, but everything was so real. Stewardess Jean Drummond Lloyd was 58 years of age. Sixteen stone of obesity, with short, blonde, curly hair. This was going gr...
It is amazing how events that seem to be extraordinary and should be the focus of all conversation, the subject that should push all others into the background, can be ignored while trivial activities continue and banal subjects can be discussed. Thus, as Jean worked and she and Marian talked, no reference to the previous night's proceedings was made, even b...
The dildo's in both of them, thick and almost too hard, but neither of them will show it. They just let it fuck between them like they're fighting instead of having sex. "You seem distressed, Emma doll," Jean says. To the eye, Emma has the same mix of flushed body and serene face as her, but under the surface thoughts, Emma's resolve is cracking. "This dild...
Jean ignored the presence of four other people in the room as she embraced Miguel in a tight hug. He hugged her back and pursed his lips returning her quick kiss. "Come to the rectory tomorrow. I'll be working." Miguel assured her he would. The two men shook hands and their wives hugged. Miguel said goodbye to Jean's parents. Her dad was still upset over...
Jungle fever. That's what everybody thinks when they see us together. As if sex is the only thing in the minds of Black men and White women when we get together. Well, as someone in such a relationship I resent that. My name is Anne-Marie Longueil. I was born and raised in the City of Trois-Rivieres in the Province of Quebec. My world changed when I moved to...
Note: To avoid confusion, I changed the name of one historical character from Sir Jean de Vienne to Sir Luc de Vienne. This part has been the most difficult to write. It covers a long period in two significant locales. I had debated on cutting this short, but I felt it was a critical part of the story that you need to understand for the rest to make sense. A...
The holiday had come to an end and life for George and Jean returned to normal. They didn't see any of the boys before they left and nothing was said about their adventures. George wondered about the postman but never mentioned the matter. Jean felt a little sad that now they were home, the opportunities to indulge in her new passion were going to be few and...
When they arrived at the cottage, George, his wife Jean and the three young men they had invited back were well under the influence of the alcohol. Not drunk, just very merry with the false confidence that drink gives a person. The boys' were looking forward to Jean being very careless with her clothing and providing them with a sight they could masturbate t...
Jean Rawlins was a very glamorous fifty two year old woman. She had a slim but busty figure with a 38DD chest and was five feet eight inches tall in her stocking feet. Her long black hair and green eyes with a dress style that was classic and alluring made sure that nearly every man took a second glance at her. Jean though wasn't interested in older men at...
This is the last chapter in a seven chapter saga of five mature women who have shared many things of a personal nature all starting with the fact that they are Rubanesque in stature and purchase their lingerie from me, Joy. I trust that you have enjoyed the previous chapters and this one as well. We left the group as they finished dinner and heard four of t...