Archive for November, 2007
preteen girls in their underwear
I finally had the house to myself the Kids were gone at my mom’s for the weekend and my husband was out playing golf with the boys
It has been so long since I was alone this was going to be a perfectly peaceful . For the first part of the day I ran errands but that went unusually quick and I got back with plenty of time to spare.
I grabbed my book I’d been trying to read for months, a bottle of wine and a glass. I sat in the corner of the couch and started reading. Now this was the life. After the first few pages I noticed it was getting pretty warm. The sun shining in the windows this time of day was murder. So I decided to open the back door and put on something cooler.
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celebrity pantyhose
Part 1
It was a cold and dreary day in south Texas. Well, ok…not cold. But chilly for south Texas. Mid-50’s and overcast skies made it feel pretty cool, at least when you were just sitting around the house playing on the computer.
Too drizzly to go out and do anything. Jannie shivered again and wished that her husband, Bobby didn’t have to work today. It was Saturday and she was bored.
Jannie had thought about going to see a movie, but just hated to pay the exorbitant prices that the regular theatres charged (and the cost of the popcorn and soda! Horrendous!). The theatre on the military base near their home didn’t have a matinee today, so there wouldn’t be a movie to see there until 7:00 tonight. To keep from being stuck with the prices at an off-base theatre, she would just wait until tonight to see a show. Besides, Bobby could go with her then. She chuckled when she thought about how spoiled she had become to the benefits of being a military wife.
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hunks in underwear
This is Part 2 of the story and should be read in sequence. As with the first part of this story, this is in the most part, a true story, based mostly on real occurrences, with a small amount of poetic licence, and of course, the names have been changed to protect the guilty.
This is the continuing story of the man with a conscience and scruples and starts two weeks after the last story finished.
Jack
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pantyhose girls
It was two months after I gave birth to my first child and my bra size went from a 36d to a 38f. With my long brown hair and hazel eyes, my 36-26-36 figure had always attracted alot of attention. I was having my kitchen remodeled and the guy who was doing the work on my house was named Greg. He was about 25 years old and very good looking with a great body. Greg was tall, with light brown hair and piercing blue eyes, and my heart skipped a beat every time I saw him.
His second day on the job, I was breastfeeding my son at the kitchen table, when Greg arrived for work. He came into the kitchen and his mouth dropped open when he saw me feeding the baby. I was kind of embarassed, so I got up and took the baby into the nursery to finish his feeding. Then I took a shower, blew dry my hair, dabbed some perfume behind my ears and on my wrists, and put on some make-up. After dressing in a blue skirt and blouse, I applied some lipstick and went downstairs to see how things were coming along. Greg was checking me out and I could feel my cheeks turning red under his gaze. “How’s it going?” I asked. “Great,” he answered as he looked into my eyes. “Amanda, can I ask you something?” “Sure, I said. “What is it?” He said “I hope you don’t get angry with me, but when I saw you nursing the baby it really turned me on and I wanted to know if feeding him ever gets you hot”. Blushing, I lowered my head and nodded yes.
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stocking heaven
This story is in the most part, a true story, based mostly on real occurrences, with a small amount of poetic licence, and of course, the names have been changed to protect the guilty. Because of its length, I have divided it into two distinct parts and should be read in sequence, despite my desire to have a story ‘free standing’ without prerequisite reading, real life isn’t like that is it?. So here is Part 1.
This is a story of a man, a divorced man, a man with a conscience, with scruples, in effect, a thoughtful man. Impossible I hear you say. No such man exists, I also hear you say. But he does! I know this man, as well as I know myself.
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nylon stocking stories
I had met Tina on-line inside a forum discussion on a pee site. We got to chatting via email on a regular basis, swapping stories of our naughty exploits and experiences. This soon gave way to pictures taken of ourselves relieving our bladders in naughty and daring locations. For my own part I loved pissing over pictures of gorgeous models lifted from a large variety of magazines available for the newsagents. On many an occasion Tina would receive a photo collection of my dick busily hosing down a collection of tabloid beauties; the various sheets of paper darkening as they absorbed my piss.
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visible panty lines pictures
They should never have made me a doctor Randall decided. Or they should put something in the coffee to stop him feeling horny. He’d go to hell one day, he was sure of it.
He drew the curtain around the examination table and tried not to stare as the young woman obligingly unbuttoned her blouse. He breathed on his stethoscope. It was the oldest joke in the world and she smiled shyly and blushed at the same time. She had a lovely pair of tits, young and firm and pert. Pushed together and lifted up as if for presentation. Kissable tits, smooth white skin. A jade bra of lace and dreams.
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stocking thumbs
I think Red ate anything coming in his mouth in a copious gesture, while I went for sensual flavor. I returned my tongue to his panting rectal opening and tried again to taste my love’s insides. He squirmed at the delicate feelings.
“Oh, Carla, more, lick harder, ohhhh.”
“Red, you taste so unbelievable. I can find garlic and even olive oil in your waste. You animal”
“You’re totally disgusting and nasty. Ughhhh… ummmm, don’t, please.”
I wanted more of his shit, more from deeper in. The fact that such a clump of mud was on the end of the cucumber meant he was full. I stuck two fingers in him, which entered without a fuss. I felt a good ball and worked it out, him helping. Into my mouth, chewed a little, dribbled the rest out, which fell on my tits.
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padded underwear
Allison, the world champion
South France, a TV set is improvised outdoors on a large balcony hanging over the sea. Bruce Stanton, the conductor of Bizarre Sports sits in front of a table with an eye-catching grown woman dressed in ragging jeans and a red bikini top made of narrow strings. The salty breeze coils around her torso and occasionally shapes her shoulder-long blonde mane. Most of the sun warmth is gone but the slender, bare-chested woman seems at ease with her skimpy outfit, and refuses a sweater while Bruce unrolls the sleeves of his shirt. A man with headphones raises his arm and the red-light on the camera shines on.
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satin lingerie
In the bar, Red and I found a booth in a very dark corner. It was around 1:30 in the morning and there were a handful of regulars drinking and carrying on. No one paid us much attention as the evening’s soccer match was being replayed loudly on the television across the room. We sat side by side against a wall and Red lit two cigars with the candle on our table.
He leaned over to give me the lit cigar and kissed me deeply very quickly before sticking the Cuban in my mouth. I tasted my fecal residue in his kiss, perhaps in my hair, on my skin, it was thrilling. I was sure the waiter or anyone else in the vicinity would pick up our nasty secret and run screaming.
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