This was all true. I asked if I could stay home tomorrow to rest, naturally they said yes, they had no reason to doubt their mild-mannered-straight-A-son. So the next morning when they left, they told me to stay in bed, I agreed… today was MY day with my best friend’s mom, and she’d be coming over shortly. 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 the actual story is very very long so get yourself a cuppa. It is long purely for sex 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 desi 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 style 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 dancing 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 Fucking 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 not stunningly attractive nor am I ugly I have long slim legs and shoulder-length dark hair look good indian 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. Her hand style had landed on the tent in my pants over my stiff prick. On the ride home all I could think about was, how could I have done it better? And just at the same moment my grandfather put his hand on my head and tried to push my mouth down on his penis. He remained in his vantage position even after Salman’s father had left. No pregnancies.” “What do I get?” " Alex wasn't about to let the subject go just yet. "You called us sir?" They are nice, no? Come hold dancing them, don’t be shy.” She carried one breast in her palm and offered it to Ramu while stroking his penis. I was in awe watching all this feeling like a geeky kid in a sweet shop. “Let see you send me a picture now asshole,” I said with venom in my voice. Till the breakfast I prepared everything desi for lunch as well. "Got it!" she exclaimed with a wide grin as she slapped the palm of her hand on her thigh. “Uh huh” I give her a quizzical look, trying to rack my brain. I'd prefer to leave my undies on." The trickles ran down my thighs as the two futas raced to strip naked. A sliding door rolled open and the women silently paraded into the harsh light inside the building. The view was so amazing that I did not know where to look. "Yeah? When did ‘us’ become ‘you,’ I wonder?” She rolled her eyes to me, “I always thought of Bentius as my home, even after I joined Yavara. All this for the very low price of $6319/ month! I glanced over at the girls table, Lindsey was quietly eating while the other girls giggled and joked with each other, typical teenage girl stuff, that obviously didn't interest Lindsey. I started displaying the rest of the bikinis and thought what the hell and kept bending over like I had done earlier. “Could we speak to him please?” Mistress crouched to my level, her breath caressing my nostrils. I turned my head to glance at the door to find Jake standing in the open door. Phil couldn’t help but chuckle. Gentlemen, leave me with her.” The two guards saluted and walked out the door. Yet oddly, a significant portion of the women seemed to be having the exact opposite reaction. sex I see the glazed over look of her eyes. I hope you liked this story. The third time it happened I just felt Fucking a bit of pain then the next thing I knew I was waking-up in a heap on the floor. Instead of pantyhose, she was wearing thigh-high stockings connected to a garter belt. Down a sun-kissed valley and up over a green hill did one come upon the splendid sight of Old London Town. “Listen, girls, I don’t know how to say this indian so I’m just going to come out with it. She loved the pungent smell much. Tania spread her legs, rocked her body and invited me with her eyes to take her. We were both spent as we lay on the bed next to each other I shuffled towards Lucy.