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Debbie called me at work. She said hey, are you on your way home yet? I said no not quite yet. She said well you better hurry up cause I got a surprise for you. I said the usual guy response, what kinda surprise? You’ll see, she said. I said well I guess I’ll be seeing soon enough cause I skipped lunch and I’m hungry. She said don’t worry you’ll get something to eat, poor baby…. Then she abruptly hung up! Anyways, I get home and let myself in the door. She’s standing there with not a stitch on but her fuck-me-red nail polish and her ankle bracelet! She’s twirling around this strap of a thing… Read more

This may be a real experience, or it may be a fantasy. You decide. Comments are always great, so don't hold back. There is this lady that I work with that lives in the neighboring suburb with her husband and two clhildren (sp) that I sometimes hookup with. One of these more recent hookups happened recently and I'd like to share it with you. Her name is Kelley, and she supposedly comes over to my suburb on Saturday mornings to go to yoga classes. This one Saturday in particular she stopped by. I should stop here and say that any time she comes over to my house, or on the infequent instances t… Read more

My Dad's third wife. (present day) https://ibb.co/7rY2V1z… Read more

A leopard can drag a catch that weighs twice as much as it does up a tree. A cougar can get a man half her age into bed.… Read more

Someone and I were discussing large breasts recently. I wrote a reply, and I thought for staters I'd post it here. I had a girlfriend when I was a young man, and her breasts were huge. She said DDD, but I think they were actually even just a bit bigger than that. Most of her bras had 8 clasps on them. A couple of them had 10. At first I thought I hit the jackpot getting to sleep with her. Then as time went on I could see they were kind of torture for her, on a day-to-day basis. There was no getting away from them in her world. She too had the groves in the shoulder bones. I could feel them w… Read more

My wife and I are members of a motorcycle club in Jackson. As members of Apple City we enjoy the occasional charity activities, and social aspects of the club. We have a trike, and some of the clubs frown on them, viewing them as not really motorcycles. However, everyone at our local club is laid back and for the most part non-judgmental. A contingent of regulars from Jackson, Charleston, and a few from Columbus. Our club is a pre-engineered building that we bought from a previous owner. It was a business up on the ridge overlooking old US-23. The one end is an office, with another room that… Read more