My name is Kathy, I'm 26 years old, I'm divorced and for a few years I was the whore of half the city where I live, even though I was married.After discovering my betrayal with his friend, my cuckold was very cold to start a game with me, I will share this part with you.Many arguments happened and I no longer cared about being called a whore, a slut, a bitch…My husband couldn't accept my actions and even though he didn't want to separate, he decided to punish me for each one of them.
We finished lunch, and as soon as my father left, he didn't like that, my mother called me to the little room in the back where her mini salon was, and there we started the preparations.The theme would be wedding, so I could hope for the best.As always, she started by putting a headband on my head, so that it wouldn't get dirty or even mess up my hair, which in my case was blonde and long.And so we stayed for more than an hour, and I still hadn't seen the result, when she finished with a beautiful and huge pair of false eyelashes, which were the top of fashion at the time, my father came into the house calling for her, who ran out to meet him.
I'm going to tell you the true story of how I became the owner of my mother's friend's ass. This woman, I'll call her "S," has always been quite naughty. I remember when I was a kid, I would secretly overhear her talking dirty among a group of my mother's friends. And when I was about 16, she had some really unusual games, lol. She would suddenly come into my room and say, "Aaah, I almost caught you playing bingo outside." But for some reason, my family and hers drifted apart when I was 18, and I haven't seen her in person since.
My dad owns a mechanic shop where most of the employees are men his age, at least 47. Every afternoon, I bring them food and I've noticed how they all look at me with different expressions, devouring me with their eyes. I confess that sometimes I like to play with them, to heat them up in a way I know will drive them crazy, because it's fun. I've always liked to dress in plunging necklines and short shorts, and I've never minded the stares. When I go to the shop, I dress like this on purpose just to see their reactions—and the customers' too. It's hilarious how guys much older than me drool, and some even message me offering to hang out or just "talk." It's a fucking power trip.
I never thought a simple exam could make me so nervous. I sat in the lab waiting room, absently looking at magazines but not really reading anything. My heart was pounding, my hands were sweating, and the feeling of embarrassment seemed to grow with each passing second. I breathed deeply, trying to convince myself it was just a routine exam, but my body wouldn't cooperate.
The sunbeams, breaking through the leaves, draw golden patterns on your naked skin. You lie on a soft blanket, your long legs spread out, and your dark hair falls on the grass like a silky waterfall. I slowly lower myself down next to you, feeling your heart beat in unison with the singing of forest birds.
Hello, I'm Valeria, I'll give you an introduction. I live in a region of Northern Greece, I've been a 60-year-old widow for the last 10 years. In appearance, I'm short, with short blonde hair, a nice body I think for my age. A few months ago I had the honor and pleasure of becoming a godmother to a wonderful family. I invited acquaintances and friends with great joy to celebrate with me. Enough of the introduction.
The story I'm going to tell you happened to me a few years ago when I was still a student and still living in Athens. I've always liked sports, I played basketball since I was little and I almost always went to the gym. But I never liked big gyms. They were always crowded and that made me feel uncomfortable.