Dear Shoeblossom Deuce, my second son is finally beating me at Ping-Pong. The ball flies over my head! When I was a kid the balls were just white, but now they come in neon orange! Deuce looks relieved, I wonder why. Is it because I have always punished him, taking his pants down and spanking him hard with my paddle when I beat him at table tennis...what a...
So I'm laying between her legs with my hands under her ass, looking up at her face as she's coming down from her first orgasm in ten years. I'm feeling her ass clench, watching her chest rising and falling quickly as she's trying to catch her breath and seeing her pussy, the pussy that I was just licking, clench and relax as her orgasm sweeps over her again...
I encourage you to vote on each part and I invite your comments. So please take the time and let me know what you like and dislike. Thank You, S.S. ***** Scott was reading by the fireplace as Angel finished with the chores in the kitchen. Angel was deep in thought, again. She liked to think things out. She is also a bit of a "worry wart" when she lets her...
I have had a thing for older women since I was a small child, even when I was really young I remember getting extra dirty just so my babysitter would give me baths. Nothing was beyond my young imagination to get naked in front of them, or have them touch me. I never outgrew that stage, in fact I would think it had the opposite effect, I become even more ob...
It was pouring and I was soaked through my BVDs. The cold early autumn rain was not an excuse. I had to deliver my Intro Psyc paper, which was already a day late. Dr. Psyc asked me to drop it by his home. Knock knock kno...the door opens and there was Mrs. Dr. Psyc, barefoot, jeans, sweatshirt covering her hands. I tried to hand her the paper, but she took...
Unfortunately for me, the old man, this is a fictional short story based on an online relationship that has no hope of going anywhere. But I love corresponding with this young lady, and this is our fantasy meeting from my point of view. * It was a coincidence, a miracle, a completely surprising turn of events. I had corresponded with Gabriella for several...
When I looked out my window and saw the street sign for Meadow Lane go whizzing by, I lowered my head, putting my hand to my forehead, and chuckled quietly. I looked over at Lana, and asked, "Lan, how many drinks did you have tonight?" "Just a few...why?" came her answer, her tone perfectly even and her speech unslurred. "Well, you seem to have missed your...
Prologue Mr. Rubin looked out the limousine's shaded window at the Academy entrance where topless Evelyn and Maureen had emerged, tits jostling as they waved a vigorous good bye. Suzy waved back through the smoked rear windshield as the limo rolled out the gate. Suzy returned her attention inward and stroked her father's arm. "Daddy... Maureen and Evelyn a...
Prologue Augustina was first to depart. After Ned's inventive tutorial in garage calendar art, she had contacted TWA to see if they could arrange similar industrial modelling opportunities. Acting as her business agent, they had indeed secured keen interest in her talents. After a final full day and night of Ned's exclusive tune-ups, she had flown off to an...
Dear Shoeblossom, How did I become a bald slave-pig to my husband and his waitress girlfriend? I'm an intelligent Institutional Equity Sales Representative having worked at subsidiaries of AT&T, Disney, Rainbow Media Corporation and Liberty Media Corporation. I speak five languages and am a marathon runner. I work out every day and am considered beautiful...