MFX-751 Toilet Girl
Posted By admin on January 18, 2010
![]() |
|
![]() |
***
download *** |
Posted By admin on January 18, 2010
![]() |
|
![]() |
***
download *** |
Posted By admin on January 18, 2010
![]() |
![]() |
| ***
download *** |
Posted By admin on January 18, 2010
![]() |
|
![]() |
***
download *** |
Posted By admin on January 18, 2010
![]() |
![]() |
| ***
download *** |
Posted By admin on January 18, 2010
![]() |
![]() |
| ***
download *** |
Posted By admin on January 18, 2010
![]() |
![]() |
| ***
download *** |
Posted By admin on January 18, 2010
I was the tender age of 39 when I lost my virginity to a woman who I’ll refer to as Hubertina. Our romance began when I first moved to Southern France, to set up my own panelbeating workshop. I met her down at the local fresh produce market, where I was buying some cucumbers. She was working there, wiping the dusty shelves with her sweet little pinafore, and breathing heavily from the exertion. I watched her from the garlic buckets as little beads of sweat ran down her unique features. I strolled nonchalantly over to her, hitting a cucumber I’d selected suggestively on my palm.
“Comment sur une pipe?” I offered, catching her eye. This roughly translates to “Suck on my pole”?. She turned quickly, her jowls all-a-flap. I stared at her meaningfully, and then then nodded to the cucumber I was holding in a sexually suggestive manner near my pelvis. Her eyes widened, and she threw her arms in the air, and dropped to her knees. Surprised, and extremely aroused, I quickly flopped out my huge member (4 inches), which by now was dripping with sexual desire, and it slapped into her chin. A slow grin crept across her face, and she looked up at me, with a cheeky glint in her eye. I would later find out it was a tumour.
(more…)
Posted By admin on January 18, 2010
When my wife Anne and I met she was 28 years old, and was just divorcing her first husband Keith. I had just returned from the U.S. where I had lived for two and a half years. In that time I dated four women, Anne had split with her husband six months ago when she found he had been unfaithful with a mutual friend. Anne had been with Keith since she was 19 and had only been with two other men besides Keith at the time.
Anne and Keith lived downstairs from me for 3 years in the UK. I worked away a lot, but when I was in residence, I sometimes heard them fucking upstairs, she was quite vocal on occasion, and I had wondered what the hell he was doing too her? Clearly he was giving her a good seeing too! She didn’t look like the type really, I would have fucked her given the opportunity, and she had a nice curvy bum, great tits and a pretty face, but a little on the heavy side.
I was working in the southern US a lot around this time, and at a lose end having or just split with my girlfriend Joanne in the UK. I had had sport sex, with two other “nice” American girls, one waitress Kimberly 24 and a pharmacist called Linda 27. Kimberly had a nice round arse and liked it from behind (lucky me), Linda liked to be on top and wouldn’t even let me have her from behind (claimed she didn’t like it)
(more…)
Posted By admin on January 18, 2010
Plastics! That was the career advice given to young Ben Braddock by Mr. Robinson in the movie, The Graduate. We don’t know if that advice was taken but plastics certainly worked out well for my father. He developed a polymer that was used by hospitals, the military and NASA, it made him a very rich man but at age sixty he suffered a massive heart attack and died…leaving me, his only son, a very rich man.
That was ten years go, I sold the business and now my wife, Claire, and I keep busy pursuing things we most enjoy; charity work mainly in the area of habitat conservation, travel to wilderness areas and exploring our sexuality. We are not country club types and hate cocktail parties, our friends have been friends for a long time and we share sexual adventures with some of them. Claire and I are highly motivated sexually and enjoy variety both in partners and situations.
(more…)
Posted By admin on January 18, 2010
Once a week Jeremy and I will meet at the local pool hall during my lunch break and take advantage of the free pool they offer. He has been known to send the cue ball flying off the table due to the nasty spin he puts on it, especially during his breaks. I am usually very aware of this fact so I keep a watchful eye on the little white ball, but on this particular day I was starving and my juicy hamburger had just arrived.
I dressed it up with ketchup and their famous white sauce and was raising it to my mouth when out of the corner of my eye I saw the cue ball flying right towards my face. I instinctively turned my wrist to cover it as much as possible and in the process exposed it. I felt a pain shoot through my forearm, which seemed small compared to the pain in my stomach when I noticed that my unbitten hamburger was scattered all over the nearby window.
(more…)