mature xxx

It was a blistering hot summer day. I had just walked a couple of miles from the auto dealer repair shop where I had left my car for a tune up. Normally it’s a pleasant walk but today it was just sweaty. I was nearly home when a voice behind me said, “Oh good, could you help me with this?”

I heard her bike come to a stop. It was Kimberly, my neighbor, kitty corner from across the street. I was standing right in front of her house. Kimberly and her husband are a young couple that purchased their first home here several months ago. Kimberly is a grade school teacher. I’m not quite sure what her husband does but he does it in a suit and he is gone by 7 am and back around six. They were young, good looking, and athletic. They always seemed to be doing something energetic like biking, snowboarding, rock climbing, running. They dove into fixing up their new house by refinishing the floors, painting, gardening, and even jack hammering out the back cement patio. I used to be like that but after two decades in the same house there isn’t that much more to do and I can afford to hire people to do most of those projects now.
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It’s a beautiful day at the Jersey shore. I’m lounging at the rail overlooking the beach watching the eye candy wander by. Beautiful young women pass me, an endless parade of taut young bodies at the peak of desirability. A blond teenager, no more than 17 struts past me on the boardwalk, her firm young ass barely covered by a tiny pink bikini. On the beach another young lovely stands and stretches, presenting her full round breasts and flat tummy to anyone who cares to look. It’s an endless cornucopia of flesh. Tonight I will be fucking one of these girls.

Lust is an incredible motivator. A year ago a friend and I were ogling the young beauties on the beach and bemoaning the fact that we could no longer attract such women. We were, after all, middle-aged men in our forties and not particularly successful financially. Certainly our physical condition was not on par with the muscular young studs that often accompanied the objects of our desire. What could we offer these girls? They would remain forever out of our reach. (more…)

Why had me thoughts of late been keeping me up nights, why could I not stop thinking about sex and why could I not keep my hands off myself? The answers to these questions were simple.

Whole afternoons would merge into a haze of self-pleasure. Having orgasm after orgasm letting my mind run away with me and not feeling the slightest bit of guilt about the fact that I had taken time off work to deal with some personal issues. If the office knew that my personal issues simply involved lying on my bed whilst having the most wonderful flashbacks to a night of sex that I could not forget, I’m fairly sure they’d have had a few words to say about it.

A particular fantasy had stuck in my head for months before and I had finally found an outlet. The dream had been for me to be taken by an older man someone who knew what they were doing, what they wanted. I was young at the age of twenty-three and had had little in the way of positive sexual experiences. Meeting men at clubs and bars, leading to drunken fumblings, inadequate sex, and swift, awkward goodbyes in the morning. I was desperate for something or someone to break the rut I was in and knew just the chap for the job. (more…)

I was lying face down on a raft in the pool when Mason came home from the office. He put his briefcase down on the kitchen counter and hung his suit jacket on one of the barstools before coming outside. I didn’t even know he was there until he launched into his usual diatribe about the dangers of lying out in the sun. Startled, I quickly sat up, revealing my bare chest. Mason’s skin cancer tirade came to an abrupt end when he saw my young, firm, naked breasts. My nipples were hard as nails from the chilly water, which was mixing with my tanning oil to form little beads all over my skin. I could tell from the expression on his face that Mason’s dick was getting hard as he took in the sight of his beautiful 22-year-old girlfriend’s semi-nude body. I couldn’t resist the opportunity to tease him about the bulge in his pants. “You dirty old man,” I said to him coyly, “I thought that by the time men turned 50, they knew how to master their domain. Can’t you control yourself in the least bit?” (more…)

I’ve always been a church going girl; a “real” Christian. But I, like many young adults have raging hormones that I let get the best of me. It all started sophomore year in college. It seemed that the cheerleading team had made it a goal to “break the girl.” They wanted to change me from the “good, virginal girl” to “one of them.”

They told me I should read “Mr. Maybe,” which I did. I then started reading other books that if some of my other friends found out I were reading I would be exiled from the group. I eventually started signing onto erotic literature websites and rubbing myself to other’s sexual encounters. The cheerleading squad successfully “broke me” but they didn’t know that: I kept up the “virginal” reputation throughout high school.

I am now in graduate school and live at home. And most people still think that I am this good innocent girl. But they don’t know the real me.

My parents and two younger brothers left the house to run errands. This left me alone, by myself. Seeing that I cheer at my school I have extremely bad tan lines: the shorts, the socks, the tank tops. So I went outside to sunbath, naked. (more…)

I was lying face down on a raft in the pool when Mason came home from the office. He put his briefcase down on the kitchen counter and hung his suit jacket on one of the barstools before coming outside. I didn’t even know he was there until he launched into his usual diatribe about the dangers of lying out in the sun. Startled, I quickly sat up, revealing my bare chest. Mason’s skin cancer tirade came to an abrupt end when he saw my young, firm, naked breasts. My nipples were hard as nails from the chilly water, which was mixing with my tanning oil to form little beads all over my skin. I could tell from the expression on his face that Mason’s dick was getting hard as he took in the sight of his beautiful 22-year-old girlfriend’s semi-nude body. I couldn’t resist the opportunity to tease him about the bulge in his pants. “You dirty old man,” I said to him coyly, “I thought that by the time men turned 50, they knew how to master their domain. Can’t you control yourself in the least bit?” (more…)

It was a scorching Saturday morning in the beginning of a great July. Barbara Letti slowly walked down the rich and elegant section of Porter West. All the houses here are expensive, big and well designed. They have spacious back yards and swimming pools. The grass here is green, the gardens produced delicious vegetables and the homes are guarded by top of line security systems. There aren’t any millionaires in the town of Porter West, however, the people who live in this section, with their magnificent homes, are living a hell of a lot more comfortably than all the other residents.

Barbara was a block away from her destination: Don Arnold’s house. Don was one of the comfortable people in town. He is also one of Barbara’s old high school teachers. Back in June, two months ago, Don, known to Porter West High School’s student body as Mr. Arnold, had flunked her. He taught psychology and did an excellent job, but Barbara never had time to complete the assignments that sucked away so much of her precious time. She almost cried when she saw the progress report the Mr. Arnold handed to her. (more…)

The phone rang and Gary paused his computer game to answer. “Hello,” he said into the mouthpiece, a little annoyed that his game had been interrupted so early in the morning.

“Hi Gary, this is Tabbitha Wilkins, do you remember me from SSA?” she asked him. Gary smiled and wondered what the gorgeous Tabby could possibly want from an old man.

“Yes, Tabby, I sure do remember you. How are you and everyone else at Software Systems Associates?” he asked.

Tabby sighed softly, as though thankful the he remembered her and replied, “I’m so glad you remembered, Gary, because it has been eight years since we talked. SSA is still the same old SSA.”

“Wow, has it been really that long? It seems like only yesterday. Now what can I do for a pretty young woman like you, Tabby?” he asked. There was a long pause then Tabby said that she wanted to seek his advice on a personal matter and could they possibly meet to discuss it. “Of course,” he told her, “shall I come to the office?”

“Oh no, that’s a long way for you to drive, why don’t I meet you for lunch at the Ruby Tuesday’s near you, Gary?” she asked. Gary accepted her idea and they arranged to meet that day at noon. He hung up the phone and returned to his PC game. After a few moments he paused the game and tried to figure out what Tabby could possibly want from a retired old man. He played for another hour then shut down his PC to get dressed for his lunch meeting with Tabby. (more…)

Looking out of the window of her classroom, Victoria Redcliffe daydreamed before settling down to the large pile of marking she had to do for the end of year assessment. She loved being a teacher, but did hate marking papers and completing report cards. Being her first year out of Uni, she felt she had something to prove and worked hard for her students to make each lesson interesting and make her classroom as exciting as it could be.

It was pouring with rain and a cold wind was blowing, giving her goose bumps. Unfortunately, Victoria had one of the older classrooms in the school which was in dire need of refurbishment. The roof leaked in places, the window panes rattled and a cold breeze whistled under the door. She marked a few papers, but her fingers were going numb. Victoria picked up her marking and popped it into a red bag she kept under her desk just for that purpose and grabbed her handbag. She would get more done sitting at home; at least she wouldn’t be cold.

It was getting dark as Victoria locked the classroom and walked under the covered area to get to the staff car park. Unfortunately, her car was at the end so she was going to get drenched from the rain. Pulling her coat together, she tucked her handbag and marking bag under her coat and started to run as fast as she could in her grey slim skirt and black heels. It wasn’t easy, actually, it was bloody hard and her shoes and stockings were getting muddier by the second. After racing to her car, she realised she hadn’t got her keys out. Standing in the rain, trying to fumble through her handbag, she dropped all of her assessment pieces.

“Oh damn it,” she mumbled, reaching down to pick them up before they were ruined completely. (more…)

Jennifer had been working in Aged Care Facilities for over 7 years! She was now 31 years old and felt she was contributing towards the quality living of the older folk by giving them the best possible care. She had first become attracted to the work when it had been suggested to her by her Minister. Jennifer had always been active in her Church and considered she was doing something with a community spirit as well as earning money to help with the budget in the home. Jennifer’s husband, Roy, was an easy-going chap who worked long hours as a motor mechanic. He was a wonderful family man and took great care of his family. They had two children, a boy 7 and a girl 5. Fortunately her mother lived nearby and she was able to look after the children after school until their mother arrived home from work so they were not left alone.

Jennifer wasn’t the prettiest girl in the world but she was a pleasant lassie, very easy to get along with and had a wonderful figure to go along with the good looks. She was reasonably tall, 5’7”, and kept herself trim by doing regular exercises both at home and at the gym near her place of work. Her breasts were her second most outstanding features after her legs. Her legs were slim and long and she loved to show them off when she had the chance, but at the same time, she always dressed in a conservative manner. Very short skirts were not her thing although she liked to wear very short shorts! She considered shorts were not very sexy whereas a short skirt had a chance of blowing up or something like that, and that was too sexy for Jennifer. Her breasts were large and firm and she had long pointed nipples which tended to extend out quite a length when she became aroused. She was very conscious of her nipples and always wore a thick bra to prevent them showing through her clothes. (more…)

“Tamara, darling, when is your mother getting home?”

“In an hour, Mr. Ivanov, the usual time. As soon as I finish these dishes I start supper. You know that.”

Mr. Ivanov was an old family friend. My mother trusted him to look out for me after school, even though I was a senior now. Still, he’s been good to us since Father died when I was twelve. He takes us out to dinner, brings flowers once a week, and sometimes helps pay a bill, or ‘loans’ my mother money. He promised my father he’d see me through high school, even help me with college.

Mr. Ivanov’s in his fifties, and actually rather good looking—for an older man. He’s very pale, jokes that he’s a real ‘white’ Russian, and has very dark blue eyes like lapis lazuli, and distinguished looking, slightly graying black hair. Even my friends think he’s handsome, for a grownup. He’s lean and very tall, six feet four. I’m five-ten, and enjoy feeling a ‘normal’ height with him.

After my father died, I started to have dreams about Mr. Ivanov in a way that bothered me. Even though I knew I couldn’t control what I dreamed, I began to feel strange, nervous around him, especially when he kept me company in the kitchen because that’s where my dreams always took place.

Typically, he comes up from behind while I’m at the sink or fridge, and rubs against me, up and down, back and forth. He blows on my neck or kisses it and I shiver and sigh, but I keep scrubbing the big soup pot (it’s always that big pot) or holding onto the fridge door. He speaks in Russian and though I don’t understand it, and it can’t really be Russian because I don’t speak it, I know what he’s saying—and it’s not nice. (more…)

Walt has been a loner since he graduated from high school. He’s not had any close friends, just a few people that he knows in town. It never really bothered him much at all. The only time it does, is when he needs female company. Then there are the local bars that Walt visits on the weekends, and most of the time he can find a woman to go home with.

He owns, and operates the only Gas Station and Garage in town. Walt had saved every penny he had ever earned as a teen. Working summer jobs and fixing old broke down cars for his friends. After high school he rented a vacant building, and started his business. Within two years he had the biggest garage in the county.

But, many nights he comes home from work, and thinks how nice it would be to have a nice dinner on the table. Also, a nice lady to clean, and take care of his home. Most of all, someone to talk to, and share each other’s day. Walt was beginning to realise that he was a very lonely man, he needed to do something about it.

The next day while at the garage he got the idea of placing an add in the local paper. He would find a nice lady come in to cook and clean for him, in exchange for free room and board. That way he would have someone to talk with in the lonely evening hours.

Later that afternoon he drove the local newspaper office, as he walked through the door a very attractive woman said, “Walt Anderson, I haven’t seen you in ages. How ya been?” Betty Smith asks with a big grin on her face. Walt had known Betty since high school, they dated for more than three years, and came close to getting married. (more…)

Janice had been a resident of the complex for five years. She participated in the sponsored activities on an irregular basis. There had been men at the complex that provided a casual ‘roll in the hay’. When Janice attempted to engage their minds all were lacking. They thought with their gonads and their intelligence was limited to football on TV.

Bill was a newcomer of just six months. He had met many of the residents while checking his mail, doing his laundry or paying his rent. It took awhile for names to earn a place in his memory. Faces were there like photographs without captions. Janice’s face was there, but unlike so many others, with a caption attached. The lady in his mental photograph had mischief behind the eyes, a damn good-looking body and a spark of something. If something happened fine, if nothing happened that was okay as well. He had never been taught the signs that a woman was interested in him and he should follow up.

It was a chance meeting that made Bill stick in Janice’s mind. Oh she had seen him around. Janice might have said hello while getting her mail or even finishing her laundry. The meeting took place at the complex office. She had a meeting and didn’t want to be late but her rent was due. If Janice waited until after the meeting the office would be closed and in her mind the rent would be overdue.

Being in a rush Janice didn’t see the office door being opened. She did feel the body she bounced off of. Janice also felt the hands that grasped her arms to prevent her from stumbling backward. When she inhaled Janice caught Bill’s scent. Sunny, woodsy and a scent she had trouble defining. Janice was about to apologize when she heard. (more…)

The last thing 37 year old Kurt Sandridge thought he would be doing when he watched his now 10 year old daughter come into the world back in 1992 was that he would be the girl’s prime caregiver before she would be old enough to finish elementary school.

A sales rep. for a Louisville based paint company, Kent’s grand plan early on during his marriage with his now ex wife Lisa was that she would be home to raise their daughter Melanie while he took every project that he could to help climb the corporate ladder and make a better life for his young family.

When Lisa began suffering a series of physical ailments combined with her subsequent addiction to prescription pain killers, wine and barbiturates, Kent steadily came to realize his dream marriage and dream life for his only child wasn’t going to work out.

A few weeks after Melanie’s 6th birthday, Kent served Lisa with divorce papers. (more…)

I was standing near the baggage carousel waiting. Just waiting for a beautiful young girl I did not know. I ran the past year through my mind, the first e-mail I received from her, how she had responded to a story I had written in Literotica. How we had become friends over the anonymous airwaves and how we had reached this point. Terry. Terry. I kept repeating her name to myself maybe to reassure me that this was real, that she was really on that airplane.

I felt like an old fool having written to her and having responded to her many questions but she had answered each of mine with a sincerity that bonded me to her as genuine. She was 18, or so she had written, when we started corresponding. Her questions gave me pause as many were so naïve but I considered that her virginity had perhaps left her with many unanswered questions. She professed to be an exhibitionist and have a desire to be seen by older men, perhaps even her own father. She had sent me photos of her nude body and she was stunning. (more…)

Her name was Maggie Gibson, and she changed my life.

I was a shy, insecure 18-year-old away from home for the first time in my life. She was a 44-year-old widow living out a life of quiet desperation, far from the scene of her prime. We were two ships in the night who collided for eight of the most wonderful weeks of my life. Our affair, though short, was passionate in the extreme. When we first met, I was a boy; when I left her to return home, I was a man.

My name is Robert Davis, and I am a 39-year-old English professor at a prestigious private college in the South. I have also written three well-received books of historical fiction and am working on a fourth. I’m married, to a beautiful woman that I love deeply, and who loves me with equal passion, and we have three children. I’ve had a wonderful life, and I’m not sure any of it would have happened had I not encountered Maggie that special summer.

It was the summer after I graduated from high school in my home town in West Texas, right in the middle of oil country. My father was an ex-military man who went into the oil business and did well. He was a robust, athletic man who married a quiet, religious woman of deceptive strength. I am the youngest of four children, with two brothers and a sister, and they all took after Dad. My brothers were athletes in high school, Sis was a cheerleader and played basketball, and they all three followed Dad into the petroleum industry after attending college at his alma mater, Texas Tech.
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My name is Amanda. I’m now 20 year old. I’m five foot five, 124 pounds, with dark brown hair, brown eyes and 32a chest. I’ve been told my best feature is my ass, along with my full, sensual lips and dark eyes with long lashes. I’ve had submissive feelings for as long as I can remember. When I was 18 I met an online Master. At that time I lived in in Arizona with my dad. My Master lived very far away, and our relationship originally consisted of online play. I would get home from school, meet him online, and he would direct me, have me use ice, clothespins, and candles on myself. I would also have to walk in front of windows with the curtains open in different outfits. If I displeased him I would have to vacuum the living room wearing panties and bra or sometimes only panties. He knew I was very shy and self-conscious, and that such assignments always left me embarrassed. They also made me horny. I couldn’t really explain why, but the combination of embarrassment and excitement did have that effect on me. I would have to walk across the living room with the curtains of the bay window open, in full view of whomever happened to be walking by. I’m sure that many of the boys who played outside of our house got their first view of a naked girl from simply watching me, half undressed, do housework in my home. (more…)

Jack Marlin pulled the car into the drive and switched off the engine. He looked at his wife, who sat huddled against the passenger door. They had been at a company party when she began to get a migraine headache, which, thankfully, didn’t happen often. And when it did, she couldn’t do anything but take a painkiller and go to bed where she would stay until the following morning.

He helped her out of the car and along the walk to the front door of their two-story home. Inside, he hung her coat in the hall closet, then led her down the hall to the stairs. Jana Morgan, a petite eighteen-year-old girl who lived down the street and baby sat the twins when they were out, came into the hall. A look of concern quickly crossed the young girl’s face when she saw Cathy.

“Migraine?” she asked softly.

“Yes,” Jack answered.

“I’ll call home.”

It wasn’t very often when Cathy got a bad migraine but, when she did, Jana usually called home to tell her parents she would be spending the night with the Marlin’s to help with the five-year-old twins. Jack told her he’d be down when he took care of Cathy and thanked her for her help. (more…)

As nights go this one started off like any other. I had been to dinner with my son and his beautiful wife. It had been quite some time since I had been anywhere other than to work and home again. The kids felt like I needed to get out and start enjoying life again. They had arranged for a baby sitter to come watch their kids for the evening as we went dining and dancing. We made small talk on our way back to their home. My daughter-in-law stating I needed to start dating again. I didn’t feel right, but I felt she was right. After all it had been over two years since my wife had left.

Upon reaching their home we all went in the house. We had one hell of a surprise waiting for us when we walked in the door. It seems the young co-ed they had gotten to baby sit was watching porn on the TV after she had gotten the kids down for the night. She had her hand down her panties playing with herself so intently when we walked in that she didn’t hear us. My daughter-in-law said “ahem” and the poor girl like to jumped out of her skin. Her face turning red as she stammered to explain. She was a beauty, five foot six and just over one hundred pounds, red hair and freckles which seemed to go on forever below her cut in her dress. I just chuckled inside as she stood there red faced. She was put at ease as my daughter-in-law explained she wasn’t trying to embarrass her, but that we guys didn’t need a show of a pretty young thing like her. (more…)

Clare really enjoyed babysitting for the Martins. A typical weekday evening would involve her just sitting at home on the sofa watching TV, but here she could do exactly that and get paid for it at the same time. Wonderful. The Martins had a great TV system as well, with so many channels she could spend ages channel hopping without visiting the same channel twice, and more DVDs than she ever imagined one family would own.

It was already quite late, past 11pm which was the time by which they were supposed to be back. The watershed had passed on the TV and it seemed that Mr Martin must have subscribed to the over 18 package. Clare was sitting mesmerised as the porn played out before her. It seemed so corny, so set up and unreal, but she could feel her nipples begin to stiffen ever so slightly, and that familiar feeling between her legs as she began to get aroused.

She watched as one guy after another sank his cock deep into this girl who had impossibly large breasts. Clare’s hand inadvertently moved across her own chest as she thought what it would be like to have such enormous breasts. As she continued to watch her hand slid slowly down her stomach, her fingers spread apart as they moved bit by bit towards her waist, then on in a regal procession down to her crotch. Her legs parted slightly as her fingers slid between her thighs and pushed gently up against her pussy. She could feel the heat through her thin satin panties. (more…)

My wife Lee and I are members of an HMO. Part of the program is a simple physical exam every two to three years.

Lee mentioned she had scheduled us, since it was now at six years since the last one. I really didn’t mind, it just seemed a waste of time to me, but Lee insisted, especially since I am now coming up on 60.

I had almost forgotten it, since we have to make the appointment around 3 months ahead of time. The place seems busy all the time.

But the day finally arrived, and off we went. There was the usual 40 to 50 people sitting in the waiting room, my mind was thinking of being somewhere else, to be honest.

It must have showed that I was a bit crabby, because when the nurse called our names, she looked at me and said, “I am going to switch the rooms, I will put you with Dr. Nelson and your wife with Dr. Hanson.”

“Sure,” I said, wondering what difference that could make. (more…)

At the age of 43, after almost 20 years of marriage , you can only imagine my shock when my wife surprised me with the announcement that she wanted a divorce. It seems that while I was out working to support her and my kids, she was having an affair, and decided that her boyfriend could support her better than I could.

So, once I was settled in to my new apartment, and got over the shock, anger, and all of the other emotions that come with the territory, I decided it was time to get on with my life and start dating. Actually, I guess you can say that it was decided for me.

On one of my weekends with my kids, I had to take both of them in for new glasses. After the eye exam, while they were being fitted for their new glasses, the girl that was taking care of them, who the kids really liked, asked the kids where their mom was. They responded, rather calmly, that this was their weekend with me, and mom was probably at home. She looked up at me with a shocked look, to which I could only nod.
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It is funny when you start a new job where you are one of the few females and you are the youngest female, it makes the job much more exciting. Of course you have to play it safe the first couple of weeks, making sure not to wear any revealing clothes to upset the other women, especially the older ones, in the office. But then you start to wear a blouse that dips just a little more in the front, revealing just a little. Then the skirts get just a little shorter. It is so funny to watch the men start hanging around your desk.

I just started working for a stockbrokerage firm a few weeks ago and I am in charge of making sure the brokers’ clients pay for their stock transactions. This means handing out slips of papers to let them know when money is about due or is overdue. I slip the papers into their cubbyholes and if there is a problem they come to me. You would be amazed at how, the shorter my skirts get, the more “problems” there are. (more…)

I’m just your normal 50-year-old guy. I mean, I like the good things in life, I try to treat everybody like I like to be treated and I pay my taxes. Normal, right? Well, just like everybody on this planet, I have a slightly darker side, too. It’s what I call the dark side but in reality it’s my personal “fetishes”. I mean, everybody has their likes and dislikes about sex. Some people would label mine as sick or perverted. Others would call them tame. Our own preferences get labeled relative to the reviewer, right? So if I have to review my proclivities, then there’s nothing wrong with me. And isn’t that what we all feel? What’s right for me may or may not be so wrong for you…or him…or even him.

Ok, enough of this rationalizing. My fetishes are that; 1) I love oral sex, 2) I like teaching “good” girls to be “bad”, 3) I love for a woman to taste herself on me and 4) I want to blow my load all over a woman. I fantasize about a woman sucking my cock for the first time after I’ve been inside her cunt and coming all over her face, breasts and belly. Don’t get me wrong; I also adore inserting myself into a woman’s pussy and cumming deeply into her depths. (more…)

I have been married to my second wife for 10 years, and it’s been a great relationship in most aspects. The one area that is a little lacking is in the sex. Sheila makes love in basically two positions and hardly ever initiates the act. However, when we make love, she is always into it and usually is satisfied, as am I. She is 17 years younger than me. I had a disastrous 25 year marriage held together by children (isn’t that always the way?) before I married Sheila.

Sheila has 3 daughters, the oldest, Sara, being 18. I have watched her grow up, giving her baths, playing Daddy to her, rolled around on the carpet with her, tossed her in the pool, etc. You get the picture.

Sara has developed into quite the young lady, and is really put together well. When she turned 18 she also developed the habit of teasing me by hanging around at night in skimpy pjs, bending over and showing her petite boobs and generally brushing up against me in “accidental” ways. I must admit, sitting there looking at her in her shorty pajamas with the legs open and her dark and thick pussy showing did raise my interest.

I started to notice that she would find ways to walk in on me in the bathroom hoping to catch me naked, which she did on a number of occasions. She managed to leave her bedroom door open a few times while changing her clothes so I could see her magnificent body. (more…)