“My love, I have some work to do. Sleep. When I return, there will be plenty more ravishing.” With that, he kissed me on the lips, and he was gone. I felt like I couldn’t sleep, but as soon as I tried to start thinking about things and try to wrap my head around this, I stretched and passed out. Hi guys, my hubby Bill has been on at me for ages to write down some of our adventures as he thinks this site could do with some good reads for a change. The beginning is a little slow and Vibrators the actual story is very very Bondage long so get yourself a cuppa. It is long purely for getting the atmosphere right and it helps me remember more clearly and allows me to let you the reader know how I was feeling all the way through our first time. Therefore I think the best place for me to start is at the very beginning. That way as you read my continued adventures you'll understand where I was in my sexuality at each stage and how I progressed. This story goes back as far as 31 years ago when I was 21, yes I know for you quantum mathematical geniuses that makes me 52 years old now. The following story is not an essay to be marked for spelling, grammar or content I make no excuses for my writing style so if you are one of those English literature swinging professor types please put these nouns and verbs in the correct order........yourself fuck go life a get and. Like I said this story goes back 31 years ago, back when I was 21 years old three years married with a two-year-old daughter. We lived on the west coast of Scotland at the time. Bill my husband played for the local amateur football team and on the occasional weekend he'd go out with his mates after the match and have a few beers. On this one particular weekend, he had arranged to come back and pick me up and we'd both go out for a beer or two. On his return, Bill picked up our daughter and took her over to my mothers whilst I got dressed. On Bill's return, we ordered a taxi for the short journey to the pub. Now at that time, I wasn't what you'd call a football widow but I preferred to let Bill enjoy his time with his mates. So other than the player of the year dinner dances and the rare night out with Bill and his friends I never saw much of them at all. I was a young mum and enjoyed my time at home alone with my daughter. On arrival at the pub, I was quickly reintroduced to the lads that were there, Tony, Mick, Ben, and big Barrie. Along with them was Stewart whom I knew from school and his girlfriend Margaret whom I seemed to recognise from every fashion magazine. This girl had it all huge tits 38DDs well girls do talk to each other you know, tiny waist fantastic legs and a beautiful face and believe it or not she was absolutely lovely, a great girl to get on with. The problem for me though is in the title of the story I am a plain jane sort of girl five six or five eight in heels. I'm masturbation not stunningly attractive japanese nor am I ugly I have long slim legs and shoulder-length dark hair look good in jeans with a tight wee arse Bills deion. I'm just plain and sitting beside Margaret seemed to me, to enhance my plainness. Probably just me back then though, I had spent an hour getting dressed in a self coloured knee length skirt and a plain button-down blouse. Margaret, on the other hand, was in a pair of jeans and a Tshirt and she looked fabulous. Although not a big drinker I did enjoy the odd vodka and had quite a few as the night wore on. It was one of those rare nights where everyone was in good form and we were genuinely enjoying each others company. Normally with Bills mates, there's always a drama of some sort going on but not tonight all in all it was a very pleasant evening so much so that when it came to last bells we invited the lads back for drinks at ours. Stewart and Margaret cried off saying they wanted to get a carryout and spend some time together. So leaving them there we set off with Tony, Mick, Ben and big Barrie. I know I'd had a few vodkas but once outside the air hit me and I found myself staggering a little, Bill gave me his arm then Barrie joined me at the other side and I walked arm in arm with more confidence to our home which was 20 minutes from the pub. Once inside I set about getting the lads beers from the fridge and what they probably assumed was vodka and for myself, it was in fact straight. I didn't fancy being falling down d*unk in front of Bill and his friends. On my return, the lads were, as usual, arguing about football. I deposited their beers with scarcely a nod from them and proceeded to do what most women do in those circumstances, tidying up the kitchen and doing other little odd jobs to keep me nearly sober and save me doing it in the morning. I was just watering my dead houseplants on the kitchen window sill when a cry went up from hotel the living room, more beer, more beer. I pulled a six pack from the fridge and took it into the lads, by now they were playing cards the five of them sitting on the floor. All of my writing is intended for adults over the age of 18 ONLY. For six long weeks there was Vibrators nothing but the usual enquiry about ‘was he really serious about cannibalism’ and ‘how far would you go’, only masturbation for the person on the other end of the conversation to end up being some hairy fat forty year old wanting to jack off to his profile picture. He fucked each of the girls right there by the pulpit, sometimes cumming in their mouth, sometimes in their cunt, sometimes in their ass. He saw her reach up and unsnap his jeans. “I'm sorry Cindy, but I just can't let you do that. Todd kneels down in front of me and starts to lick my slit. “and speak of the devils….” I shouted as the ladies approached from behind him. Within a couple of weeks, she was a better dancer than I was, but we made a good couple zipping around the floor. I began licking her clit as I used my cum as japanese a lube to rub and stroke her ass. So, Jenny might just get that show after all. Time went on and years later, I realized that I wasn’t straight. The guys across the way are no longer smiling, they are watching the woman walking away and talking to each other. Again, she found hotel and sank her ball and smiled a wide grin at Tim. “Less hair to interfere with my brain waves.” I quickened my pace. Er war eigentlich eher damit beschäftigt mich vom verbluten abzuhalten." Bondage sagte ich und wedelte mit der verbundenen Hand vor ihrem Gesicht. “Oh... This is a completely true story. “Why can’t everyone just see you like I can?” Lace said, a trace of regret seeping into her voice. When her thighs clamped hard around him, he closed his eyes.