I will never forget the night I went to a house party of a group of my friends. Most of them were married. their age was from 16 to about 26. Most of the wives were between 16 and 21. The party had a little wild, a lot of drinking and most women/girls making a lot of flashing their charms.

My only friend, his wife was 17, were married only about 8 months. Of course he fucked her for about 6 months before they got married. Anyway, she was flashing one or the other of her tits, pretty solid petite with pretty big nipples. Never both at the same time. You would also sit or dance so that you would get a nice view of her tight bikini see through filmed panties. He would also get a flash of his pubic hair through his panties, they were that footage. Almost like he had nothing. He seemed to show her his charm to other men and women.

It was a typical Monday afternoon and I was waiting for the kids to come home from school when the doorbell rings. I answered the door to find Anna, a good friend of mine. Come on, I said.

Anna and I talked for a while, then she told me she met this man and it was great. Anna was recently divorced and only returned for about 3 months now and keeps me updated on her dates. Anna said she went out with this guy about five times now and she was amazing.

Mable offered to help his friends Jake and Dean paint their home. He chose a beautiful shadow of mauve to help them. She arrived early on Saturday morning, and noticed that they had already started when she opened the door.

Mable entered the living room and saw them engaged paintings. They wore shirts and shorts. He admired the bodies as they shone sweat. Dean talked and told her to take a brush and start. Mable decided it was better to take his mind from what he was thinking. She had been with Jake on several occasions, but never Dean. He wondered how he was, but he had to help bring their house together and not think about sex.

It all started the day I met my girlfriend’s parents for the first time. I was 19 and my girlfriend’s mother was only 37 years old. I fell into lust with her almost immediately. Her name was Karen and she was 5'6" with her crushed hair and the most beautiful legs I’ve ever seen. She was sitting on a fence with her legs up and had a nice short skirt up. I was hoping that’s when I got up my skirt, but I couldn’t make it too obvious.

It all started a Saturday afternoon when I walked in after sewing the lawn. Mom jumped me from behind the door and started staring at me mercilessly.

“Gottcha!” she shook and continued to me against a wall. I started rebelling and tried to fight mom’s fingers from their tortures. Knowing that if I didn’t leave early, Mom would make me cry so loud.

We’ve done things like this since I was seven. In the morning, he woke me up at school, jumping on the bed I slept in, and he started teasing me until I begged him to stop. But I usually got here on the next weekend, because then Dad left for work very early, so mom went to bed late. While she was still asleep, I flew out of nowhere and landed on her bed, bouncing both in the air. In the past time, we moved to drop the ice cubes along the other shirts, water balloons from anywhere and when we worked in the courtyard, we would be sprayed each other with the garden pipe (although once we were not out when it happened. What a mess!). We basically acted more like best friends than mother and son.