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Liseye başlamıştım lisede bende bir değişikler olmuştu istemsiz bir şekilde birinin altına girmek istiyordum sürekli porno filmleri izlemeye başlamıştım birada azgın bir kız olmuştum sikişmek istiyordum ama bunu nasıl yapabileceğimi bile bilmiyordum daha önce hiç sikişmediğim illegal bahis için bir erkeğe nasıl yanaşılacağını bilmiyordum açık konuşmak gerekirse korkuyordum durum böyle olunca bende kendi kendimi tatmin ederek rahatlamaya başlamıştım.

Bir akşam evde banyo yapıyordum illegal bahis siteleri aklımda hiç matrübasyon yapmak yoktu ama banyoya girince sıcak suyun amıma değmesi ile azmıştım bunun üzerine sıcak suyun altından kendimi okşamaya ve zevke getirmeye başlamıştım canlı bahis siteleri bir süre amımı okşayınca sırılsıklam olmuştu kendimi çok iyi hissetmeye başlamıştı acayip zevk alınca işi abarttım ve su fiskiyesini amıma sürtmeye başladım fiskiyeyi yavaş yavaş amıma sokmaya başladım yarısına kadar soktuktan sonra tuhaf bir şeyler hissetmeye başlamıştım ki tam o sırada amımdan kan gelince kızlığımın bozulduğunu fark etmiştim açıkçası buna pek fazla üzülmemiştim seks konusunda önümdeki en büyük engellerden bir tanesi kalkmıştı.

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Üst katta ayşe adında olgun dul bir bayan oturuyordu yaş olarak benden büyüktü ama kalın ve dolgun bacakları sayesinde bir gideri vardı uzun zamandır yarrak yemediği için azmış olmalı ki sürekli bana iş atmaya başlamıştı en sonunda da beni evine davet etmişti eve girer girmez illegal bahis onu açık seçik elbiseler içinde görünce niyetinin kendini siktirmek olduğunu anlamıştım benim için fark etmezdi yaşlı falandı ama ne kaybedecektim sikim diyerek olgun hatunu altıma almıştım.

illegal bahis siteleri Önce pantolonumu çıkararak malı meydana saldı daha sonra sikimi ağzına yaklaştırdım yarrağa hasret kalmış olgun hatun ağzına alarak uzun bir süre yaladı ve yarrağımın tadını çıkardı canlı bahis siteleri daha sonra olgun hatunun eteğini çıkardım buruşmuş amcığı bana bir itici gelince bende götüne yönelmiştim kocaman kalçaları ile olgun hatunu domalttıktan sonra götünün içine bastıra bastıra girmiştim daha sonra hızlı hızlı git el yapmaya başlayınca olgun kadının acayip canı yanmıştı deli gibi bağırıyor nolur amımdan sik diye yalvarıyordu ben ne yapıp senin buruşuk amını dedikten sonra boşalana kadar götüne pompalamış olgun hatunu inim inim inletmiştim.

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Sevgilim ile porno filmi çekmeye karar vermiştik, geçen sene yaşanmış bir olay olduğu için çabuk anlatmak istiyorum, ben sinan yirmi dört yaşındayım bir seksen boyum var, yirmi cm penisim ile tüm kızların hayalindeki erkek türü olduğum için iyi bir sikiş yapmam benim hakkımdı elimi yukarı atsam elli tane karı elimi illegal bahis yalamak istiyordu aslında öyle böyle değil ve enfes bir göt sikme hikayem vardı ama bundan önce size porno çekimini nasıl karar verdiğimizini anlatacam, iki tane sevgilim vardı geçen sene biri evlenmelik olduğu için onun ile güzel gelecekler, biri illegal bahis siteleri sikiş dolu olduğu için iyi bir sikiş yapmam lazımdı onun ile bunun için

bir süre sohbet etmeye başladık ve iyi bir sikiş ile yerle bir etme gibi bir durum yapacak olduğum için hemen yarrağımıda açtım ve bir süre yalattıktan canlı bahis siteleri sonra artık sikişler bana eskisi kadar keyif vermiyordu bunun için iyi bir işlem yapmam lazımdı oda porno çekme kararı aldık ve telefon ile çekecektik ve hemen yatağa doğru geçtikten sonra arkasına doğru koydum ve bir süre kayıt tuşuna bastıktan sonra hemen domalttım ve bir süre yarrağımı yalattıktan sonra sert bir sikiş ile birlikte yere yatırıp amından girmeye başladım, fena bir sikiş ile göt deliğini meydan okuduktan sonra yüzüne doğru boşalıp videoyuda porno şirketini yolladım.

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Haykıran aksaray escort yeni bir zamanın izinde yükselir ve güzelliğin şehvetli bakışlarında artık gizemli bir escort sofrası yaşanabilecek olduğunu ve en özel esrarengiz boyutlarıyla bu gece bunların olabilecek olduğunu anlatır. Şimdi rengârenk bir dönemden yana erkek görüşmelerini yakalamaya ve sorunsuz bir yaşam çerçevesi içinde daha cazip görünecek olan yeni konuşma yetenekleri ile pendik escort güzelliğin daha aheste bir mutluluk içinde serpilmiş olduğunu görebiliyor. Oh çekerek artık rahat edecek olduğu yerlerde olacaktır ve yayından çıkan bir ok gibi hızlı bir şekilde ataşehir escort hareket ederek jilet gibi giyinmiş ve gecesinde tertemiz görünerek bunların aroma kokularıyla güzel bir hava yaşatacak bayanlarında escort pendik buluşmuş olacaktır. Artık erkek için sendelemeden yapılacak bir güzellik vardır ve bunların içindeki sersemleten tutkular dünyasında gizemli erotizm zamanlarına ve böyle anlarda çok daha özel sevişen kızlara ihtiyaç vardır.
Yana ataköy escort yana yaşanacak ve güzellik artık yan yana dururken tutkuların tertemiz pendik escort bayan bir çıplaklık içinde bulunduğunu ve yeni bir görsel şov yeteneğinde onların mükemmel bir cazibe oluşturmuş olduğuna işaret edecektir. Tabii ki de bunların solgun düşmeden yaşanacak belirgin yaşam felsefesi aynı anda daha güzel olan ilişkinin göz bebeği olacak olduğu düzgün escort sistemler içinde gizemli olan yaşamın en çılgın olduğu süratli zaman dilimlerinde olacaktır. Yepyeni bir yeteneğin hâkim olması ve bundan sonra senin güzel ortamlara dayalı olarak en çılgın barışçıl kafalar üzerinde yaşanıyor olduğunu gösterecektir.

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slm ben cdmelos emekli komşum faik i nasıl ayarttırıp kendimi düzdürdüğümü anlatmıştım sizlere.faikle arada buluşup cılgınlar gibi sikişiyoduk.o akşam yorgun argın işten gelmiş yemeğ,mi yemiş oturmuş işyerinde ustabaşının gördüğüm kocaman yarağını hayal ediyordum .içim yanmaya başlamıştı kuduruyodum resmen.Hemen Faik aklıma geldi aradım.(Faikcim aslan kocam yanıyorum yetiş;)dedim.O da misafirinin olduğunu gelemeyeceğini söyledi.misafiride antalyadan ziyaretine gelen kendisi gibi emekli arkadaşıydı.Ben ise ısrarla ona ihtiyacım olduğunu anlatmaya çalışıyorum.dayanamayarak ona arkadaşınıda getirmessini teklif ettim.Önce şaşırdı fakat bi konuşup haber vereyim dedi.Tamam deyip kapattım ve içeri gidip hazırlanmaya başladım.İlk önce vücudumu kıllarından arındırdım ki o ara telofon çaldı.Açtım faikcim arıyor ;tazem hazırlan yarım saate geliyoruz dedi.Heyecanlanmıştım hemen duşumu aldım yatak odasına gidip saten siyah tangamı,üzerine yeni aldığım taşlı Faikimin çok sevdiği büstiyerli siyah jartiyer takımını,dantelli çorabımı giydim.Hemen üzerine etek kısımları asimetrik kırmızı abiye elbisemi giyindim.Peruğumu taktım .yüzüme fondoten sürdüm, kırmızı rujumuda sürünce süper sexi deyme kadına taş çıkartacak kadar güzel olmuştum.Mutfağa koştum dolaptan biraları biraz mezelik bişeyler hazırladım odaya geldimki kapı çaldı.Sesimi incelterek kim o dedim Faik biziz cnm dedi.Açtım kapıyı içeri buyur ettim öpüştük arkadaşınıda tuzla escort öptüm.Faik bizi arkadaşıyla tanıştırma ya başladı.Arkadaşı 50 li yaşlarda kendi gibi olgun eli ayağı düzgün bişeydi.isminin cemal olduğunu öğrendim.sonra içeri geçip hazırladığım meze ve biraları getirdim.Sohbet koyulaşmıştı ve sexe gelmişti.Cemale döndüm beni nası bulduğunu sordum.Evdeki karıya taş çıkartırsın diye espiriyi patlattı.Bende kıvama gelmiş bacaklarımı falan açıyorum tam osıra faik gelsene aramıza dedi.Cemal ve Faikin tam rasına oturdum.Faik boş durmuyor bacaklarımı okşuyo ve beni çıldırtıyodu.Bende boş durmuyor pantolonunun üzerinden sikini okşuyodum.FAik cemale( hadi aslanım ne konuşmuştuk senle boş durma)diye seslendi.Ben hemen diğer elimidecemalin pantolonuna attım okşamaya başladım.aman allahım iki tane olgun erkek harika bi duygu.Artık dayanamayacağımı söyleyip fermuarlarını indirdim.Onlarda bu arada boş durmuyo çorabımın üzerinden pürüzsüz bacaklrımı, kalçalarımıve deliğimi okşuyorlar çıldırıyorum resmen.İlk cemalin yarrağı elime geçti elimle sıvazlıyorum ,OHHHHH OHHHHHHH diye inliyohemen ağzıma aldım saksoya başladım.Cemal zevkten çıldırmış AHHhh OHHHHHh diye kısık bi sesle inliyodu.Sonra Faikçim kocacım gel diye inledim önünde diz çöküp yarrağını elimle sıvazlayarak ağzıma götürdüm.Bu şekilde olgun erkeklerimi kıvama getirdim.faike bu şekilde yarağını yalarken Cemale arkama gelmesini söyledim.Elimi hemen tuzla escort bayan arko kreme daldırıp deliğime sürmeye başladım. cemalde bu arada boş durmamış üstünü çıkatrmış çırılçıplak kalmıştı.Elimle gevşettiğim deliğime Cemalin yarrağını sürtmesini söyledim(Cemalin siki ince ve uzunndu tam sevdiğim gibi).Cemal ikiletmeden yarrağını deliğime sürtmeye ve ufak ufak yoklamaya başladı.Elimi arko kreme atıp cemaline sikine sürdüm.artık dayanacak gücüm kalmadı.HadiCemalim aslanım geçir deliğime diye inledim.Cemalde elbisemi belime doladı siyah ipli tangamı kenara sıyırıp bir iki sürttükten sonra yarrağını yavaş yavaş kutuma ittirmeye başladı.Bir iki derken yarrağa alışkın deliğime girmeye başladı.OHHHHHHHHHHHHH diye inlemeye başlamıştık her ikimizde yanaş yavaş derken kalçalarımı iyice kavradı yüklenmeye başladı bile.O ara Faik te aşka geldi peruğumdan tutup yarağına bastırmaya başladı.Zevten ölebilirdim iki erkek beni ortalarına almış hoyratça sikiyodu.hem ağzım hemde deliğimde iki tana yarrak .Fazla sürmedi Cemal dayanamadı ben geliyorum diye inledi.Cemal aşkım deliğime patla diye bende inledim.Cemal boşalırken bile ileri geri ittiriyodu .artık pes etti üzerime yığıldı kaldı.bende iştahla hala Faikimin sikini emiyodum.FAikte artık AHHHHH OHHHHh diyerek ağzıma patlattı.Hep beraber ayağa kalktık ben hemen banyoya koştum ağzımdaki ve deliğimdeki menileri temizleyip yanlarına döndüm.Faik ve Cemal sigaralarını escort tuzla yakmış kanepeye yığılmışlardı bile bende hemen bi sigara yakıp aralarına oturdum.Cemal harikaydın diye söylenirken çorabımı ve bacaklarımım okşuyodu.biralarımızı yudumlamaya başladık hep beraber.Ben bu gecenin uzun olduğunu böyle bitmeyeceğini söyledim Cemal ve Faike.Faike döndüm kocacım sıra sende dedim elimle sikini kavrayıp okşamaya ve öpmeye tekrar başladım.Biraz uğraştım ama diriltmeyi başardım.Faik ellerimden tutup beni kucağına çekkti tam yarrağının üzerine oturttu hadi bitanem sıra sende diyerek inledi.Hemen elimi sikine atıp kendi ellerimle deliğime sürtmeye başladım.Azönce Cemalin gevşettiği deliğim hiç zorlanmadan Faikin yarrağını içine aldı.Faikin kucağında zıplamaya başlamıştım.O ara Cemalde kanepede ayakta vaziyette yanıma sokuldu sikini ağzıma yüzüme sürtmeye başladı. Yine iki yarrak biri ağzımda biri götümde OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH çekerek inlemeye başlamıştım.Cemal fazla dayanamadı ve ağzıma patlattı.Faikse kendini bana bırakmış nerdeyse zevkten bayılmış gibi ahhhhhhhha diye inliyodu ki geliyorum demeye kalmadan döllerini götüme boca etti.Cemal ve Faik beni sabaha kadar böyle siktiler.Sonra sabahın ilk ışklarına yakın iki olgun kocamı yolcu ettim.Banyoya geçip duşumu aldım yatağa uzandım bi keyif sigarası yaktım.Cemal bey tam bir hafta boyunca Faikin yanında kaldı.Her gün beraber olduk deli gibi sikiştik.Bana sexi kıyafetler aldı sonra memleketine döndü .Arasıra telde görüşüyoruz yazın beni antalyaya davet etti.Gel orda sana otel ayarlarım gene beraber oluruz tatilin tadını çıkartırız dedi gidicem sabırsızlıkla yazı bekliyorum.

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aylardan birgün bzim kapıcını kızını binanın gördüm o kadar seksiydiki benim 20lik azmıştım tabi aynı okula olmanın avantjıyla hhemen yanına gittim tabi bende yabana atılıcak bir tip yoktu ayıptır söylemesi baya yakışıklıyım neyse ve ona sigaran varmı diye sordum oda yok dedi hemen cebimde bir sigara çıkarttım uzatma bahanesiyle yeredüşürdüm o eğilince hemen arkasına dayandım ve memelerini okşamaya bursa escort başladım o bana dur bir gören olcak dedi ama artık ben azmıştım oda istemiyo değildi yani dudağına yapıştım yavaşca asansöre doğru götürdüm artık oda zevkte çıldırmıştı asan sörde biraz dayandım evde kimse yoktu içeri girer girmez onu soymaya başladım benim küçük mehmeti görünce şok oldu once ammını yaladım iyice solnmıştı bursa escort bayan ağzına verdim tıpkı faişeler gibi yalıyordu artık iyice zevkten çıldırmıştı ver onu içime ver onu içime diye haykırıyoduona bakiremisin diye sordum evet dedi onu ters çevirdim banyodan sabun aldım sikime sürdüm ama yinede girmiyordu sonunda kapası girdi birden köklendim bağırdı hadi artık sok sok diyodu yavaş escort bursa yavaş giriyodu iyice zorladım artık tam girmişti iyice hızlanmıştım o ahhh ahhh daha hızlı daha hızlı diyerek azmıştı ve boşaldım hepsini yuttu artık iyice zevkten dört köşe olmuştu ver onu ammına ver onu ammıma diye haykırıyordu artık dayanamadım ve o daracık ammına sokmaya başladım birden çığlıklar içinde kaldı tabi bakireydi artık iyice coşmuştum onu deliler gibi siktim ve banyo yaptık ama o hala biraz daha diye inliyordu sonra diyerek dışarı çıkarttım ertesi gün başka arkadaşıyla geldi bu hikayeyi sonra anlatıcam yarrak isteyen kızlar hazır olun ben geliyom

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Ben Tam bir İnce bayan çorap delisiyim.Onu giymek onun tenime dokunması beni çok tahrik ediyor.20 Yaşlarında iken güzel temizlik yapmış ve sexi şeyler giyip aynada kendi kendime tatmin olmak için hazırlık yapıyordum.İçime sexi sütyen ve üzerine beyaz bir badi altıma Ten rengi parlak Kilotlu çorap üzerinede siyah mini etek giyip aynanın karşısına geçmeyi düşünüyordumki,karşı camdan takip edildiğimi bursa escort farkettim.Heycandan kalbim duracaktı.Bir erkek beni buşekilde ilk defa görüyordu.heyecanımı dindirmeye çalışırken kapı çalındı neyapacağımı şaşırdım üzerimdekileri çıkaramazdım cevap vermedim ısrarla çalınca camdan baktım o karşıdaki komşumun oğlu oda 25 yaşlarında temiz biriydi.Müsait olmadığımı belirttim.Israrla kapıyı bursa escort bayan açmamı istedi beni camdan gördüğünü söyleyince biraz utangaç ve de cekingen bir şekilde ne pahasına olursa olsun dedim ve kapıyı açtım.açtım ama heycandan ayakta zor duruyordum.Oda beni bu şekilde görünce çok heycanlanmıştıki bayağı sessiz kaldıktan sonra içeri girdi ve harika bir vucudun var harika bacakların escort bursa varmış seni şimdiyekadar neden farketmedim dedi ve ellerimi tutup beni kendine doğru çekti ve dudaklarıma öylesine yapıştıki ben kendimi tamamen ona bırakmııştım.Elleriniaşağı indirdikçe ve kalçalarımı bacaklarımı okşama başladıkça dahada doruklara çıkıyorduk.Sonra koltuğa oturup beni kucağına oturtup vucudmda ellemedik yer bırakmadı.Benden çok hoşlandığını bu ilişkinin devam etmesini istiyordu bende bir mahsuru yok dedim.ve Halen buluşup sevişiyoruz.Ve bana sürekli Kilotlu çorap hediye getirip giyirim ve sevişmeye başlarız.Gönderen: Cilveli

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The advertisement intrigued me. I was not looking for an involvement of the sort that eventuated but I thought what the hell and replied.

I should recap. I’m a middle-aged man living alone after a long and unhappy relationship with a woman who was more interested in money than anything else including my or our happiness. I’m not bitter. I’m simply delighted to be shot of her. Her children and I still get along fine but she is not someone I ever want to see or speak to again. I was cruising the personal columns looking for a woman my own age who was looking for a bit of fun – nothing more. What caught my eye was an advertisement for a ‘young girl’ looking for a sugar daddy.

I replied for a laugh and went to bed masturbating about the thought of a young woman bouncing on my cock.

The next evening I had a reply. ‘Libby’ was 19 or so she said and lived in the deep south of the country about 400 miles away. She wasn’t really what I wanted in terms of age and distance but she was a nice kid and a relationship based on chat and a few modestly posed photos ensued. I got the sense that all was not well with her and this was confirmed one day when I got a text message from her asking for money. Despite wanting a sugar daddy she had never asked for cash or anything other than my attention.

I got her bank account number and dropped $1000 in that afternoon. There was no reply to my messages that evening and I assumed that that was it. Imagine my surprise when I got a call on my cell phone asking if I could meet Libby at the local airport. It’s a long drive from my place up in the hills down to the airport. When I say local I mean two hours drive. I’m pretty isolated and I like it that way. Well I got to the airport and saw Libby who looked awfully young. Alarm bells went off was this girl really as old as she claimed. Moreover she wasn’t alone there was another girl with her. Running up and throwing her arms around me she gave me a hug but winced as I responded and squeezed her. Under her dark glasses she was sporting a black eye she would have to explain to me later. She introduced her little sister Angela who was similar in looks to her sister but very slender.

To cut a long story short. The girls lived with their drunken father and upon his discovering that his elder daughter was having photo’s taken by her sister and posting them to me he beat them both and threw them out disowning them. Angela was 17 and I had them both on my doorstep so to speak.

They both sported bruises so I thought the first stop would be a doctor. They were both a bit nervous but agreed and so we set off. Libby was okay but Angela had a cracked rib and was in some pain. X-rays, pain killers and a few hundred dollars later we were on our way to my place. I still had no idea what to other than to offer refuge. While e-mail exchanges had been fun the reality left me a little flustered. These girls were younger than my daughters!

I should pause to describe Libby. She was about 5’3″ and while not chubby had lovely curves that filled out her worn jeans just beautifully. The visible panty line showed she wore full briefs and the way her medium sized breasts moved I could tell she wore no bra. Her hair was a crop of black curls, her eyes blue and her skin white. Her sister was a gangly carbon copy.

As we approached home I still had no idea what I was going to do. Feed them clothe them and try not to get arrested. I tackled the matter of age with Libby and she flashed her passport which indeed showed she had turned 19 a month or two back. At home we eased Angela out of the car and I showed them the room they would have to share. Libby seemed very quiet so I went to pour a bath for her sister to soak in. When it was ready I called her and she and her sister arrived. Libby said she’d stay and assist Angela and I left to get some early dinner ready.

About an hour later they emerged and I was surprised that Libby hadn’t taken the chance to freshen up. Angela was in a robe and towel I’d provided. We had dinner and Angela headed for bed.

It was soon after the first glass of wine that Libby downed that she made a clumsy pass at me. Saying she wanted a bath she asked if I’d be joining her. I was still so surprised at the day’s events that I asked her to repat what she’d said. She murmured that she wanted me to join her. I declined as gently as I could and Said that she should think very carefully about asking me to get naked with her because there was no question that it would lead to sex.

She smiled and went off alone to bathe. I was tidying up when I felt her arms circle my waist from behind. She was attired similarly to her sister. Towel on her head and a robe. When I returned the hug she winced again and kissing her on the cheek I suggested she head for bed and I’d see her in the morning. She pouted a little and said okay pressing a small piece of cloth into my hand as she headed off with a giggle. I was left standing at the sink with illegal bahis her panties fresh from a day’s wear against her pussy in my hand.

She told me that she wanted to sleep with me but that she was too sore to have me on top of her. I began to wonder just what this girl knew about sex given that as a big man I was used to women being on top of me. There was much too much of the outward appearance of worldliness about her to be true I thought.

I still had her panties in my hand and I guess I just gave into temptation but I took her hand and led her to my bedroom next door to where her sister was sleeping. Making sure the connecting door was locked I shut the door behind us and went to sit on the bed to remove my shoes.

She asked if I didn’t like her ‘present’ I told her I was sure I would but we needed to clear up a lot of stuff. She got up on the bed and sat cross legged, under her robe she had a large t-shirt of mine but obviously no underpants. As she settled I caught a flash of dark curls and a pink cleft beneath. We talked into the night about the day and our situation. Our e-mail exchanges had become very intimate but here we confronted a reality. I was still not convinced by her but unless she bunked with her sister there was nowhere else for her and she was of age and I was horny and …nothing happened. We slept.

I learnt two things that evening. Libby knew damn all about sex. She’d had one fleeting unsatisfactory encounter and that was it. She was a virgin in all but the technical sense as the boy had come about halfway inside her and she’d had all ‘the pain and no gain’.

Her sister was a more interesting problem, she was sure that Angela liked women so bang went any fantasies I had for her 18th birthday party. As such it wasn’t a massively complicating factor as my neighbour about a mile away was an attractive lesbian in her early thirties. We were firm friends since she got over her wariness of me. Naturally she’d assumed that I’d like to get into her pants but I’d never pressed the point and one Christmas time when the community got together and she’d got very drunk, I’d found her out the back of the hall relieving herself – except she’d forgotten to drop her jeans. I’d bundled her out of the way and taken her home. On boxing day morning there had been a knock on my door. A somewhat shamefaced and hungover Mary had stood there with a little thankyou gift.

To cut a long story short she was thankful and apologetic. We’d had some hair of the dog to liven up and the conversation had drifted to why neither of us appeared to have any obvious companions. That’s when it slipped out. I didn’t mind I’d just masturbate about her and another woman in the future.

Anyway a platonic intimacy grew and even a few rumours flew which she was okay about as it deflected those who would otherwise purse their lips. I resolved to talk to Mary about the problem at hand.

Libby woke me playing with my morning hard-on. We really did need to sort out a few things. I let her play but begged off after a while to go and empty my bladder. She followed and watched and then hiked up her t-shirt and relieved herself. Taking off her robe and t-shirt she then headed for the shower. God, she looked inviting with her clothes off.

I made breakfast and her sister emerged to eat with me. Libby wandered out of the bathroom and to breakfast drying her naked form with a big soft towel.

Obviously the sisters were comfortable like this even if my cock began to embarrass me. Angela thank God did not notice. I went off and showered and went over the hill to see Mary. She hooted with laughter at my news and promised to drop by. We made a pretty happy little group as time progressed. Libby and I developed an easy sexual intimacy which was only slightly jarred by her sister’s presence. Angela knew what was happening of course but being interested in girls and too young she was not a participant. All it meant was that in my own house I couldn’t wander around naked as I was used to when I had it to myself or when bedtime companions were around. I’ll tell more about my one on one life with Libby in another story but all this leads up to her sister’s birthday.

The girls had very, very different personalities, their sexuality didn’t account for all of that. Mary and Angela had become very good friends but like me Mary was strictly hands off despite what we both sensed as a growing bond of affection. The four of us were the only people at Angela’s birthday dinner. I hired a helicopter to take us out to an island for a lunch on the beach and we had a fair bit to drink so as we landed back at my place in the early evening we were all a bit tiddly. Libby and I toddled arm in arm inside followed by Mary and Angela. We were all casually dressed with just Angela wearing a skirt.

We had a few more drinks and I suggested Mary bunk for the night as neither of us could drive in our condition. We just kept drinking laughing and generally illegal bahis siteleri having a good time without any real aim other than fun. We were soon all very drunk. Libby had been on my knee and between drinks we had been kissing. Suddenly we looked around and no Mary, no Angela.

Libby giggled and said we should go and see what they were up to. We found them outside on a big chair kissing. Mary saw me out of the corner of her eye and Angela sensing something disengaged and looked around. All four of us looked at each other and started giggling. Angela was on Mary’s knee and I could see up her skirt to the panties she favoured. She was much more ‘girly’ than her somewhat tomboyish sister and liked lacey little bits of nonsense to cover her tender areas. On her mound I could see a little panel of lace and then the dark signs of her nether hair.

She made no effort at modesty.

She did ask if Mary could really stay the night and of course I told her “Yes”. The real problem from now on was Mary and me. If we got any drunker, as looked likely, things would most likely get naked and silly but fun. Angela solved part of the problem by getting up to go to the toilet and took her sister with her presumably to gossip. I sat down with Mary and we both drew a bit of breath. We looked at each other and a whole pile of unspoken matters passed between us. I could feel the familiar vibration of a lost evening turning to a lost weekend of sexual abandon. I simply said

“Are you okay with what’s going to happen?”

And she nodded saying she expected things to get pretty dirty and did I mind. Without voicing my desire to see Mary naked I just told her that if Angela was keen we were very happy with what was obviously going to happen.

Mary kissed me on the cheek and at that moment the girls reappeared. Half jokingly Angela yelled

“Hey you’re mine tonight” at Mary.

Mary responded by telling her to get over to her and show her she meant it.

“It’s too bloody cold. Come inside to the fire.” Was the response.

It really was going to be quite an evening as Libby and I had nowhere else we could go the invitation was obvious. Mary was on her feet somewhat unsteadily and went back inside with Libby and me following. The fire was well stoked and we took up the two sofas as two very friendly couples. What might have happened if we were more sober I’ll never really know but Libby and I began to act as if we were alone. We kissed deeply and intimately and while still having our clothes on it was clear as Libby straddled me with her back to the others that she was rubbing herself against me.

I was brought back to reality by a little cry opposite us. We both looked around and Anglea was sitting astride Mary with her skirt hitched up and the string of her panties pushed aside. She was gently riding Mary’s fingers. Her head burried in Mary’s shoulder and Mary smiling at us both. Nothing was left to the imagination. I could see Angela’s parted buttocks and the little pink hole into which two of Mary’s damp fingers were slowly pumping. Libby tended her nether regions regularly with a scissors not really needing to use a razor. Angela needed both in my opinion. Libby had the curves and Angela was willowy, her parted legs showed everything and the dark matted curls completely covered her slit and hole making the pink of her inside all the more apparent. Her little buttocks clenched and unclenched as she humped for the first time on another’s hands.

Libby got off me and sat around to watch. She reached between my legs and rubbed my very visible lump. Soon that wasn’t enough as her sister began to really hump and grunt, Libby reached under her own waste band and began to masturbate. God only knows how I kept from soiling my pants.

Mary did an odd thing. As Angela came on her fingers and sobbed into her shoulder Mary pouted her lips at me and quite clearly blew me a kiss. We were very very good friends maybe even loved each other but we knew that we were not for each other -her preferences being a major stumbling block. I was puzzled.

Through the pleasant haze of booze Libby unzipped me. It seemed there was going to be a reciprocal show and my cock was to be the star. I no longer cared who saw what as long as we were all friends in the morning. Down Libby went swallowing my cock as she had learned to do in the months of our shared intimacies. Angela didn’t watch but simply unbuttoning Mary’s blouse began to suckle on her unbound breasts. So as I watched this scene my teenage lover sucked my cock. Thank God for booze and a few years on the clock. Despite being on intimate platonic terms with Mary it had been impossible not to fantasise about her and my dreams had not done her justice.

Mary was a beautifully built redhead with the blue eyes and freckles to go with it. Her breasts were those of a woman in her thirties round and firn but with the hint of soft comfort one finds in women who canlı bahis siteleri are no longer girls. Her nipples were a pale brownish pink and appeared hard as diamonds. I could only guess at what was in her pants. I knew she had to be ginger but the question was whether or not she favoured any particular hairstyle. She was as I often told her a sad loss to mankind.

She would come over for a drink form time to time tell me about her affairs and we’d swap stories chew the fat sometimes she’d even snuggle up but she was a girl’s girl and we both agreed that there was no hope. Once or twice after we’d drifted off to sleep together on the sofa she’d wake and tease me about my hard-on. I’d simply tell her as soon as she was gone I’d take care of it and we’d laugh it off. She once confided that she was flattered that she got me hard and felt guilty about my predicaments. Tonight she saw it in the flesh, throbbing before her.

I sent a load of my seed down Libby’s throat as Angela watched. She was fascinated more than interested I suspect but I noticed an odd look in Mary’s eye.

Angela’s knickers were round her ankles and she had displayed her most intimate parts and moments to all of us. Mary’s beautiful breasts hung in the deep “V” of her open blouse. My cock was being washed by Libby as she sucked my seed out of me for all she was worth.

I had no idea where we went from here. Between the sofas was a big area with softish rugs on it. Mary threw a few cushions down onto the floor and took Angela down with her. Completely uninhibited she began to make love to her in front of me. What surprised me was Libby’s reaction. As her sister lay back and spread her legs hooking them over Mary’s shoulders. Libby got down and began to undress Mary. She stroked her softly but not to the point of fondling. Firstly, off came the rest of the blouse and then as Mary knelt licking at Angela’s virginal nest of pleasure Libby unbuttoned her jeans and pulled the zip down. She eased the pants over Mary’s hips and bottom and exposed her panties. Mary’s shoes were long gone so with a bit of gymnastics her jeans were off one leg at a time without her tongue ever leaving Angela’s pink dripping open secret.

Mary’s choice of panties surprised me. On her well proportioned rear sat the sweetest little pair of pink silk panties with delicate lace trim and as far as I could see a transparent lace front panel. The gusset was silken and it may have been my eyes playing tricks but it seemed moist. I would have expected the boyish cottons much favoured by athletic young women. Not so! I couldn’t wait to see beneath them but Libby got up and began to disrobe indicating that I should do the same and join her. As my cock was already out it seemed a sensible thing to do. Libby lay down beside her sister and looking at me pulled her legs back and open simply saying

“Do Me” – our shorthand for my licking her.

So here we were, old friends Mary and I doing two teenage sisters on my living room rug. Life could be worse.

My cock was semi hard as I put myself between Libby’s thighs. As I looked up I saw her watch her sister and extend her hand to hold hers. It was a sweet gesture. Mary’s hair was all over Angela’s crotch as she ate her virgin lover into a frenzy. My cock swung at half mast as I went to work on Libby.

Both girls came at the same time and their respective lovers sat back to admire their handiwork. My cock continued to fill and I knew that Mary had had no relief.

Mary was wetting her panties and I was obviously aroused. Libby was frankly drunk and so was her sister. Libby suggested I fuck Angela but I knew she liked girls and I was pretty sure sober she wouldn’t have consented. The booze really hit Libby and she couldn’t do anything but lie back and sigh. I even thought she might fall asleep. Mary looked longingly at Angela and sighed at the semi-comatose body she had just made oral love to.

“So it’s just we old-timers” she giggled.

“Yes, but ….”

And she interrupted me.

“Well we’re friends and we could leave the sleeping beauties here and have a bath and some more wine and frankly I need to relax and get some relief. So let’s go play with ourselves.”

I know better than to delay when an attractive lesbian offers to masturbate in front of me.

I got up and went to get another bottle and run a bath. Mary tucked a blanket over the girls who looked so innocent as they slumbered.

I uncorked the bottle poured us both a glass and sat back to wait for Mary.

She appeared at the door smiled and walked over, dropped her panties and got in opposite me. She seemed to have an idea and reached for her silken understatements.

“Where are my manners!”

She smiled offering them to me, the clear implication be that I sniff them as I pleasured myself.

I thanked her with a grin.

“I wish I could offer more. I do love you but I haven’t had a man since I was very young and I’m too out of practice and it’s twenty-two years since…… you do the maths…” she trailed off sank her glass in one gulp and lunged at me.

Of course I cuddled her and kissed her, my cock pulsed against her and she fondled it slightly awkwardly.

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The normal disclaimers apply, anyone engaged in sexual activity is above 18 years of age.

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I don’t like stories that begin with the words *this is a true story* because they generally aren’t. Since I believe honesty is important I will state this story is semi-true, I say semi because of course I was not privy to their sex life, Dave talked about different aspects of it, but I was never in the bedroom so to speak. I’ve chosen to use a fictitious name for myself, (Ed) Dave and I grew up together, ran together, graduated and went into the military together ultimately being discharged within a few months of each other. Returning to our small city in fly over country we married hometown sweethearts and spent the rest of our lives as close friends, this story is about Dave and his amazing abilities as a husband and father. I tell it from his point of view considering he’s no longer around to tell it and since we remained close throughout our lives I know most of the details, the love scenes are a byproduct of my imagination. Dave’s wife Sofia was indeed learning disabled, they did raise five kids, she did die in 2011, all their kids are successful and have families of their own.

I wrestled with writing this story for a long time, it’s so close to my heart that I had a difficult time writing it without feeling maudlin. I realize this is a delicate theme, I’ve attempted to be sensitive while telling it as it happened, if a story about a person with learning disabilities might offend you, please pass it by. Otherwise I hope it strikes a chord in your heart, one of simple love and lifelong devotion. For those who will want to criticize how I’ve described Sofia’s speech and mannerism’s, let me say this, I was there, you weren’t.

Sofia

Dave’s story:

Another Memorial Day, another weekly trip to put fresh flowers on Sofia’s gravesite at Button Cemetery, this Memorial Day would be different, all five kids and their families are going to meet me here followed by a bar be que at my house. Tears ran down my face as I stood looking at the two head stones, Camila Ortiz 1936 – 1976, right next to it Sofia Stephenson 1952 – 2011, both headstones inscribed with Loving Mother. Two rows ahead and about thirty feet to the right was a headstone engraved with Ada-Mae Stephenson 1944 – 1961, my older sister who had died when I was eleven. She had been born severely retarded, in a wheelchair or in bed all her struggling life, she never knew any of us kid’s names, but we loved her with all our hearts. Anytime we could make her smile or laugh was monumental to us, she succumbed to pneumonia at the tender age of seventeen.

Looking at the headstones in front of me what wasn’t apparent unless you knew them is that they were mother and daughter. How I became a relevant part of this story began in 1962 when I first met Sofia on the playground at the end of our street, we neighborhood kids called it a playground, the adults called it a vacant lot.

For all intents and purposes, it was as our parents described it, nothing more than a vacant lot, but to young minds with adventurous souls it was a fantasy land, mostly sand with a smattering of weeds and crab grass here or there bordered on one end by a bunch of mature maples. We made a haphazard ball field using discarded pieces of board for bases and a two by four as pitcher’s mound, the treasure in our eyes though was the fort we managed to build in one of the trees. We scrounged boards and scraps of plywood anywhere we could, we pulled and straightened nails from old boards, sneaked our dad’s tools and cobbled that thing together.

It was in no way fancy, and by today’s standards we’d have been attacked by the wacko environmentalists for hammering nails into a tree, but that was 1959, another time, another era entirely. Living in the lower mid-west we played outside nearly year round, it was when I was twelve that I, David Stephenson, officially met Sofia, who at that time was four months away from her tenth birthday, and her mother Camilla. I knew of Sofia, at the same time I really didn’t know her, she lived three doors down from us, had moved in just five years earlier and didn’t have a dad, beyond that my knowledge of her was sketchy at best.

She didn’t go on the same bus that I did, a smaller bus picked her up in front of her house and though she went to our school she was never in any of my classes. Mom told me she went to special classes, I would soon learn that she was what was referred to in that day as mildly retarded, as educable as she was, in this day and age she would be regarded as learning disabled. Her mom told my mom that even though she would age and mature physically like the rest of us, she would always be behind socially and mentally.

It was late on a Sunday afternoon when most of the guys were home doing their household chores that I met Sophia and her mom, I had stayed to play longer in the tree house, Mrs. Ortiz and Sofia were walking when Sophia began to point and tell her mom she wanted to climb the tree. As her mom was telling her no, I stuck my head out an opening we called a bahis firmaları window and told her it was okay, I would help Sofia climb the rickety ladder and make sure she didn’t fall.

Her mom responded in a heavy Spanish accent, “You would do that? You would help her into your tree house?” I nodded. “You are the boy a few houses away from me aren’t you, I’ve seen you playing.”

I had been climbing down as she was talking, by the time my feet hit the ground Sofia and her mom were at the base of the tree, Sofia smiling ear to ear, she acted differently than I expected, more like a little girl than someone her size and obvious age. I climbed behind her encouraging her with each step, once we crawled into the tree house she was all giggles and excitement, looking out the opening saying *mama* loudly over and over. We were up there probably ten minutes when her mother told her it was time to come down, I went before her staying a step below in case she might lose her footing.

Once on the ground with Sofia at her side she beckoned me to where they stood, in an accent I almost didn’t understand she looked at me and said, “You are a good boy, I tell your mother.”

I thought *tell my mother, I didn’t do anything wrong* before realizing she was saying she would tell my mother I’m a good boy. We three walked toward our homes, as they peeled off into their front yard Mrs. Ortiz thanked me again and Sofia kept saying *goodbye David*. I snuck the tools that had once been my dad’s back into the garage, entering the back door I began to tell mom what had occurred earlier.

“Yes, I know, I just got off the phone with Sofia’s mom, you make me smile Davey, your daddy would be so proud of you. You didn’t have to be nice to that little retarded girl, but you were, you’ll probably be teased by some of the other kids but pay them no mind, just keep being nice to that girl.”

Like Sofia, I was without a dad, mine having died when I was too little to remember, I didn’t worry about the other kids picking at me, I wasn’t the biggest kid in our group, but I was the scrappiest. Growing up without a dad I had a chip on my shoulder and damn near dared anyone to try and knock it off, I had gotten my butt kicked many times, I had also earned the respect of every guy I went up against, they may have won but they knew they’d been in a fight.

It was as my mom had said, I was teased and made fun of because I was friends with Sofia, in the beginning I smiled and sluffed it off, that is until Tom Weatherly called her a retard during recess. By the time I was through with him I was facing a week’s expulsion and an ass whipping from mother when I got home. When the principal heard my version of the story my sentence was reduced to a three day expulsion and two weeks of detention after school with Mrs. Berton the librarian, shit, I’d have rather had a week’s expulsion. There was no way to avoid the ass whooping from my mom.

In my mind it was worth it, Sofia and I weren’t all that close, but I was her only real friend and he had no call to be mean like that. I will say it never happened again, not by him or anyone else, as the year progressed, I found myself being her protector and friend. By the next summer I had convinced the others that she was cool enough to play ball with us once in a while, she didn’t quite grasp the nuances of the game, we made sure she got to hit the ball and run the bases, she had fun and that was all that counted, by summers end all but Vinny Carlino had accepted her as one of the gang.

As we all grew and progressed, I noticed more than ever that Sofia wasn’t keeping pace, she was a pretty young lady with a bubbling personality, but she was still a little girl in her mind. Puberty was probably the hardest for her to understand, guys would tease her about her quickly developing body, because she was so gullible and trusting a few tried taking advantage of her which pissed me off greatly. It soon became common knowledge that if anyone tried messing with her, they would answer to me, from that point forward she became like a little sister to me.

In my senior year she began attending a different school, one designed to help kids with learning disabilities. I didn’t see her much that year, I dated a few girls off and on, the relationship usually went okay until they’d bring up my friendship with the *handicapped girl* as they called her, that was always my cue to exit stage left. They never seemed to know what her name was, instead they would utter hurtful words they’d heard others say, I would see her on weekends at times, or I would walk down the street and pay a short visit to she and her mom.

Vietnam and the draft were in full swing when I graduated, my number came up within three months of graduation, which meant basically one thing, if drafted I’d be a grunt and probably nothing more, Tom Jenkins and I thought *what the hell* and enlisted for a two year hitch the next day. Sofia was fifteen when I left for basics, I’d stopped in to say my goodbyes, Sofia couldn’t understand why I was leaving and cried throughout my twenty minute visit. I wrote her kaçak iddaa a few times while in Nam, she had written back each time, the content was always simple and innocent, yet heartfelt.

Being in Nam was anything but favorable, returning back to the states was almost worse, once the protesters found out you were infantry they were merciless pricks. We had animal urine and feces thrown on us, under orders from my CO I had to stand my ground in the airport and not retaliate while some smelly hippy love child spit in my face. I wanted to strangle the bastard on the spot, to this day I still want to, no group of veterans before or after Vietnam has ever been treated with such disdain. It was and will remain a blemish on this great nation.

With six months of my two year enlistment remaining they stuck me in some worthless job at Fort Bragg, upon discharge I flipped them the bird and claimed my bus ticket home, they were too f-ing cheap to get me a plane ticket. I was a few months shy of twenty one when I walked into my old home, I hadn’t told mother I was coming home and she nearly wet herself with excitement, then slapped me on the side of the head for not letting her know I was out of the Army. I think my final kick in the balls concerning my combat time was when the VFW decided they weren’t going to allow Vietnam vets into the organization because as they put it, it was only a police action, not a war.

I remember thinking, *tell that to the thousands who have come home in body bags*, from that point forward I thought of my time and the service to my country as no more than a wasted season of my life. Within two days of being home I walked down to the Ortiz’s on a pleasant autumn evening, I stood on the stoop after ringing the bell, as Mrs. Ortiz opened the door her jaw dropped and tears began to fall as she called out.

“Sofie, Sofie come here, right away.”

Mrs. Ortiz looked frail, as though she’d been sickly. When Sofia saw me, she ran and jumped just as her mother stepped aside, with her rams tight around my neck and her feet dangling in mid-air she said my name over and over. We moved into the living room where Sofia sat next to her mother while we talked, Sofia’s greatest concern was if I had to go away again, when I reassured her I didn’t she seemed to relax. I noticed that her speech was more articulate than when I’d left, she had matured not only mentally but physically as well. Even in a baggy sweatshirt and sweatpants it was obvious she had a nice figure, nothing overwhelming, average for her age I suppose.

I asked Mrs. Ortiz if I might take her with me for pizza on Friday, sort of like a homecoming party, after pondering it a few minutes she agreed, Sofia was beside herself with excitement. Friday evening I walked to her house to collect her, we were only five blocks from the pizza place so I suggested we walk. I wasn’t ready for what came out the front door as I walked up to the house, she was radiantly beautiful, her hair was softly curled, her makeup was light but flattering, and she was sporting a lovely floral dress with a light wrap over her arm. She was neither buxom nor flat, had slender sloping hips and a cuter than imaginable butt.

Walking side by side into town we laughed and joked, she continuously thanked me for taking her along for pizza telling me she felt like all the other girls she knew that went to pizza with friends. While at the pizza joint she kept looking around at different groups of people, it made me wonder what was going through her mind, I finally asked.

“What’s wrong Sofie, why do you keep looking around at all these people?” Her response broke my heart.

“Those people say I’m a retard, those over there call me stupid, those boys keep trying to lift my dress up, I don’t like those people, I’m afraid can we go?’

I gently took her hand in mine and reassured her, “Those people won’t hurt you anymore Sofia, I’m back home now and I’ll protect you. You don’t need to be afraid, let’s have our pizza and talk, never mind them, tell me all about your school, oh, my mom says you work at the grocery store now.”

Those words seemed to wipe away her fear as she excitedly told me about her school, she was reading and knew arithmetic, her job at the grocery store was stocking shelves mostly at night from four thirty after school until nine when it closed. She hung her head when she told me her mom had to walk her home after dark because the boys kept trying to get her to go behind the store and take her clothes off.

“I know that isn’t right, I know I can’t let boys see my underwear, if mom is late Mr. Jerrod stays behind until she gets there. I like Mr. Jerrod he’s a nice man.”

I had all I could do to contain my anger and still be polite as we ate. I knew who those guys probably were trying to rob her of her virginity, they were guys I’d gone to school with, I wanted to take her home, find them and hurt them. I determined I would deal with them soon enough, tonight was about Sofia having fun and feeling as though she fit in for a change. After pizza we walked another few blocks to a small malt shop kaçak bahis and shared a malted milk, something she’d never had prior, I knew it would be huge so I had them pour it into two glasses.

It was dark by the time we were headed home I could tell she was afraid as she kept leaning into my side and looking around like a small child would. As we walked, I asked if she would like to hold onto my hand which she did instantly, from that point on she seemed to be more relaxed. Mrs. Ortiz was looking out the living room windows as we neared the house, Sofia saw her and waved … she was like a child in so many ways, like an adult in many others.

Mrs. Ortiz smiled as she hugged Sofia, “Thank you for taking Sofie with you David, you’ve always been so good to her and I trust you completely. I was worried at first, she’s never been out after supper without me, then I remembered she was with you and I was okay.”

I had some things I needed to talk with her about, “Mrs. Ortiz can I come visit tomorrow, there are some things I need to ask. Is it possible to speak with you privately?”

“Yes of course, her class is going on a field trip to a horse stable in the morning, why don’t you stop by after nine.”

Bidding them goodnight I walked toward home, just before I reached the edge of my yard a car pulled up next to me and stopped at the curb, Tom Weatherly the local draft dodger got out of the passenger side walking like he was mister somebody special. I greeted him but didn’t shake his hand as he tried to stare me down.

“Home from the Army huh? I suppose you think you’re a big man now, I don’t care if you do have a purple heart, you’re nobody. By the way I’m gonna fuck your little retard friend real soon, now that she’s 18 and no longer jailbait I’m gonna ram my cock in her so far she chokes.”

We had drifted to the side of the car next to the fender of his relatively new Camaro, before he could move I had him by the back of the neck and slammed his face into the hood, pulled him back and slammed it down again. As his brother John was opening the driver side door I yelled.

“Sit motherfucker or you’ll get worse.”

Dragging Tommie boy to the open passenger door I told him if I ever heard of him touching Sofia, I’d put him in the ground, then I threw him into the car. The door wasn’t even closed as John sped off, an hour later mother woke me, the police were at the door wanting to talk with me. It was Mike Mensing, one of the old sandlot gang, we talked a minute and exchanged pleasantries, then his face stiffened.

“Dave, we got a complaint from the Weatherly boys that you assaulted them. Is that true?”

“No, not at all. I had taken Sofia to pizza with me, they had seen us there and as I walked back from her house they stopped to tell me since Sofie was eighteen they were gonna fuck her. When Frank got out of the car he slipped on the curb and hit his face, I tried to help him up, but he slipped a second time. John was too drunk to help so I pushed Tom inside the car and they raced off.”

Mike looked down then back at me, “That son of a bitch, I knew he was lying, but in the future, you need to make sure they don’t slip off the curb with so much force. I really am glad you’re home safe and whole, I’m sure Mrs. Ortiz is as well.”

“Don’t know how whole I am, my stomach is still messed up but thankfully the bullet missed my liver. Now that I’m home I’ll keep a close eye on Sofia.”

The next morning I was sipping coffee with Mrs. Ortiz and enjoying a warm autumn morning on her backyard patio. I wanted to know more about Sofie, how she was doing in school, did she have friends outside classes, I wanted to know more about who Sofia had become.

“Well David let me start at the beginning. My parents emigrated here right after world war one, papa was a physician, my mama a nurse, I was born in 1936 and orphaned at the age of fourteen when my parents were killed in a car crash. I went to live with my Uncle who wasn’t very nice, he didn’t hurt or molest me, he just didn’t care, I think the only reason he took me was for the money. I got pregnant by a schoolteacher when I was fifteen, he knew I was lonely and gullible, I was like putty in his hands.”

A few more sips of coffee and she continued. “He went to prison for statutory rape, my uncle got a huge settlement because he was my immediate guardian, I was a mother at sixteen, had it not been for my kind and loving aunt he would have probably put me on the streets. It was apparent that Sofie wasn’t advancing normally within her first year, I decided she would be my priority in life, which she has been.”

“You don’t work though, how do you support her how do you make a living?”

“Ah, that. When my parents died I was left with a large sum of money, while I lived with my aunt and uncle a monthly stipend was paid to them, the entire trust became mine at the age of twenty one, that’s when I left and moved here. The first thing I did was talk with a lawyer who steered me to his brother in law, he set up investments for me and I have lived off the trust ever since. As it is, I receive forty thousand a year which isn’t a mountain of money, but it supports us just fine, if the cost of living doesn’t go up too badly the trust will last at least another forty five years.”

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The Law firm Samantha worked for, Johnson, Bollocks and Hymen, had recently expanded their practice into other cities; moving outside their corporate Los Angeles location, and opening two new office locations in Australia and New Zealand; Sydney and Auckland respectively.

Samantha had caught wind that the managing partners were looking for people within her office to relocate and temporarily live in between Sydney and Auckland for three to five months’; assisting in getting both new offices up and running.

The buzz around the office started to refer to this expansion effort as project Down Under .

Samantha decided to throw her name into the hat; letting her boss know she was interested in the opportunity, and the chance to expand her paralegal career.

Samantha’s motivation to move wasn’t only vocational, she had personal reasons as well. Samantha was recoiling from a relationship that had recently ended badly with her boyfriend, Jake.

It had been a painful break up for Samantha. She was still wounded from the break, and she described the pain as a constant, low and throbbing ache that was eating away at her stomach from the inside out. Moving out of town for awhile would surely give her the space and the time she needed to heal.

Within one month after learning about project Down Under, Samantha was told that she was one of the ten employees chosen to go. She had exactly one month to get her ducks in a row, so-to-speak and ship out.

Samantha was thrilled to learn she was chosen; excited about the opportunity.

She had decided to sublet her downtown Los Angeles apartment out to her best friend, Beth. The timing couldn’t be better, because Beth was also in the midst of a relationship that was unraveling and she was looking for a place to live. Beth also agreed to take care of Licorice; Samantha’s soot-colored, female cat.

Samantha and Beth had known each other for about six years. They met at a campus rally when they were both sophomores in college at UCLA.

Samantha was in between classes the afternoon she met Beth; stretching out her long, sinuous legs on the grass and checking out the scene. Book bag close by, she perused the area for hot looking guys, and girls while only half listening to the speaker talk about student’s rights.

Samantha saw lots of great looking students that day, but her eyes became fixated on what she considered to be one of the most beautiful women she had ever seen; Beth.

Beth had luscious, thick and black, curly hair that framed her delicate face; the ends brushed against her small shoulders. Beth was standing against a metal, railing about 100 feet away. Samantha stared at her for what seemed like an eternity, until she finally looked away, only to find her herself drawn in; staring at her all over again, like a moth to a flame.

Beth was standing next to a short and stocky, pixie-haired, platinum blond. It appeared they were together, like a couple. Beth noticed Samantha was staring at her, and she looked straight at her; flashing a devilish grin. Samantha smiled back, and the apples of her cheeks burned, bright red; blushing.

Beth smiled at her again and this time, the stocky, platinum blond noticed the flirtation, and shot Samantha a cold stare. The blond said something to Beth and then stormed away; leaving Beth standing there alone.

Samantha looked away again, feeling responsible for having caused a riff between them. Samantha looked up again and Beth was no longer standing against the railing.

When Samantha turned to grab her book bag, Beth was sitting right next to it. Beth smiled at her and lifted her hand, offering a “hello.”

“Hi.” Samantha said, surprised and smiling; her large, sapphire-colored eyes greeted Beth.

“Hi. I thought I should come over and introduce myself, considering we kept staring at one another for past 30 minutes.” Beth said, looking at Samantha with her big, dark chocolate-colored eyes that had just a flicker of honey running through them; adding to her mischievous good looks.

“Hey, I’m sorry if I caused any problems with you and your friend. My name’s Samantha, Sam.” She said.

“Please, don’t worry about her. She’s just moody; getting her period, I think. I’m Elizabeth, Beth.” She replied.

They talked for awhile, and quickly realized they had some of the same classes together, and shared similar interests. illegal bahis

Beth was an avid runner and surfer, like Samantha. They started to spend more and more time together and before too long, they were like two peas in pod; nearly inseparable, unless of course, one or the other started dating someone. Samantha was experimenting with her sexuality; dating both men and women, whereas Beth only dated women.

“I read somewhere that July 14th is National Nude Day in New Zealand, and you know the men and women down there are supposed to be fucking hot, Sam.” Beth said while taking another swig of Mexican beer from the bottle she was holding as she watched Samantha try and get organized and packed for her trip.

Beth sat cross legged on the edge of Samantha’s bed, wearing a white, cotton, polo dress. The white contrasted against her deep, dark tanned and muscular skin. She was bra-less as usual, and her full, C-cup breasts swayed freely inside her dress; erect nipples rubbed up against the cotton grain.

“National what day?” Samantha asked, pursing her pouty lips, while pushing her long; pencil straight, blond hair behind her ears; exposing the freckles that ran over the top of her small, button nose. She grabbed another handful of clothes from one of her open chest of drawers in her bedroom; searching for space in her suitcase.

Samantha was wearing a pair of washed out, green, cargo shorts that buttoned down the front with a drawstring waist band and they sat low on her narrow hips.

Her small, perky breasts pushed up against a tight, racer-back, white tee-shirt; the front and back advertised surfboard wax. Her wide, muscular, shoulders, lean, powerful arms and the tops of her well developed thighs, were sun-kissed golden, brown from jogging the palm tree-lined streets of Santa Monica Boulevard and surfing the break at rock pile, a local surfing spot.

“You might meet someone down there and maybe he or she will take care of you, down there.” Beth said smiling; revealing the dimples in her cheeks, while she pointed at Samantha’s crotch. Beth had a wide mouth, and naturally plump, red-colored lips. She had a long, pointed nose and high cheek bones.

Men were captivated with both Beth and Samantha’s small, athletic build and natural good looks. Beth was never interested in any of the men that were attracted to her; making her even more attractive to them. Samantha would get a kick out of watching men try time and time again to impress her best friend, but Beth would barely bat an eyelash at any of them. Beth simply wasn’t interested.

“I can’t even think about meeting anyone new right now. I still feel sick to my stomach over this break up with Jake, Beth.” Samantha volleyed back, her brow was furrowed, and her big, blue eyes were welling up with tears.

“Oh, Sam. Don’t start crying over him again. He’s not worth your tears, girl.” Beth said, standing up; walking toward Samantha.

“I’m going to concentrate on work, Beth, not men, at least for awhile.” Samantha said as Beth moved closer and hugged Samantha tightly; their breasts’ and pubic mounds’ were aligned; pressing together.

“I’m really going to miss you, and miss us.” Beth muttered into Samantha’s ear.

“I’m only moving away for a few months; I plan to come back. Besides, with all the hot women living in SoCal, you’ll surely forget all about me in a couple of weeks’.” Samantha responded, pulling back a little to look into Beth’s eyes and to also regain her composure; she felt aroused by Beth’s presence; felt a stirring sensation in between her legs whenever Beth would get a little too close.

Somewhere on a subconscious level, Samantha knew there was a lot more than just friendship between her and Beth, but as you know, sometimes things have a way of staying hidden until we’re ready to see them.

“Yeah, okay, whatever, Sam, but did you know your nipples are hard? Beth responded, swatting the back of Samantha’s hamstring with her hand.

“Oooh, baby; playing rough, eh?” Samantha said jokingly as she moved away and grabbed more clothes; finding room in her suitcase.

Later that night, after Beth had left, Samantha lay on her couch; listening to the sultry voice of Nina Simone on her CD player; Licorice was curled up in her lap, purring. Samantha started reminiscing about her life; her move out of the country, her break up with Jake and illegal bahis siteleri her long-term friendship with Beth.

As Samantha sunk deeper into her couch, she closed her eyes; her thoughts carried her back; focusing on one specific and extraordinary day she had shared with Beth.

* * * * *

They both loved to find new surfing spots, and Samantha remembered when she and Beth found a secluded beach; a cove hidden by the steep cliffs above, and on that particular day, the waves were breaking perfectly.

Samantha and Beth were the only two on the beach. After they both surfed for two straight hours, they both agreed the next wave they caught would be their ticket back into shore.

They wanted to take advantage of the gorgeous, sunny and warm morning; perhaps indulge in a little topless sunbathing. Once they reached the white, sandy beach, Beth and Samantha peeled off their board shorts and short sleeved rashguards; their standard surfing uniform, underneath both had worn string bikinis.

Beth and Samantha stretched out onto their towels; both surfboards lay horizontally beside them. They were lying on their backs; letting the sun warm their bodies. Beth reached her arm behind her back and untied her string and triangular bikini top; exposing her perfect, round breasts and succulent, erect nipples.

Samantha stared at her breasts; the sunlight reflected upon the light-colored, sand pebbles that had stuck to the soft, tissue of her breasts.

“God. You have the most amazingly perfect boobs, Beth.” Samantha said, opening her eyes for a moment and looking at Beth’s bare breasts.

“I love your small, perky breasts, Sam. I love how your nipples are always hard; poking through your tee-shirts. It’s so erotic.” Beth responded; her eyes were closed.

Beth’s thoughts of Samantha’s breasts were from her memories. Memories of stolen glances when Samantha would change out of her wet, surfing clothes, and into her dry street clothes; often while Beth drove the car; hurriedly racing to get them back home in time for work.

Beth would adjust the rear view mirror, so she could see Samantha’s bare breasts and hard nipples, her flat stomach, or the delicate and soft, light brown hair that she kept trimmed and neat, like an airplane strip in between her legs.

“Oh yeah?” Samantha responded, almost as a dare, and she untied her bikini top and flung it over to Beth; directly hitting her in the face.

Beth raised one of her arms and removed Samantha’s partially damp, string bikini top from her face, opened her eyes and moved her head to one side; looking over at Samantha.

Samantha’s breasts reminded Beth of lemons that were cut in half; her nipples were elongated, like soft, pink rose buds. Like Beth’s breasts, Samantha’s breasts were also covered with tiny, particles of sand that stuck to her skin.

Instinctively, Beth reached over to Samantha and brushed the sand from her breasts; Samantha’s nipples quickly hardened at Beth’s touch.

Samantha opened her eyes and looked at Beth; her full breasts ascended up, like her nipples were kissing the sun. Samantha would often tell Beth that her natural breasts were probably the envy of every plastic surgeon in Beverly Hills.

Beth’s beautiful levitated breasts weren’t filled with silicone implants from a surgeon’s agile scalpel, but instead, it was rigorous exercise that lifted and shaped her breasts.

Over the years, Beth spent hours paddling out on her surfboard; out against the pounding surf and then hoisting herself up and out of the water, catching a wave on her board as she made her way into shore, attributing to toning and shaping her breasts.

Samantha reached for Beth’s breast, and gently rubbed her palm across her nipple; Samantha felt Beth’s nipples harden in her hand.

Both women moved from laying on their backs, to their sides now; facing the other; each fondling the other’s breasts, saying nothing, while the sounds of the waves gently crashed onto beach, and the wind rustled through their dampened hair, and seagulls cried out around them; searching for morsels of food.

“You know that I love you, Sam.” Beth said; hearing Samantha’s breath quicken; somehow knowing Samantha’s pussy was wet, and feeling her own pussy become juicy while Samantha stroked and massaged her breasts.

“Yes. I do know. I love you too.” Samantha canlı bahis siteleri responded as she moved her hands down and across Beth’s flat and tight, six-pack abdominals; finger tips felt the smoothness of Beth’s soft, skin and the light dust of hair that ran down just past her belly button; leading to the very top of her string bathing suit bottoms.

As Beth’s one hand grasped Samantha’s breast, her other hand reached down and untied the strings to her bathing suit bottoms; pushing the bottoms down, until her pussy was exposed. Samantha didn’t object; she lay on her side; completely naked.

Her slick, well-manicured pubic hair, round, tight ass and washboard stomach greeted Beth’s eyes and hands.

Samantha glided her hands down along Beth’s soft, olive skin; meeting the outside swell of Beth’s breast, her ribs and the indentation of her small, waist; stopping once she reached the curve of her shapely hips.

Samantha took a deep breath in and pushed her fingers down further, until she touched the inside of Beth’s suit bottoms; feeling the wetness of her pussy and the luxuriously, soft and thick, full bush that covered her pubic mound.

Beth shuddered with excitement; felt her heart beating faster at Samantha’s touch. Samantha fingers began to explore her best friend’s slick pussy. Beth ran her hands over Samantha’s body; massaging her shoulders, breasts, and the cheeks of her ass, while Samantha pushed her fingers deeper inside Beth’s bathing suit bottoms.

Samantha moved her fingers pass the silky hair covering her pussy; touching her outer lips, her vulva, and then pushing her index finger into the slippery, wet cleft; lightly circling Beth’s throbbing clit. Beth hissed with pleasure.

Beth pushed herself up and off her towel; moving forward and toward Samantha; kissing her on the lips; her tongue probed deeply into Samantha’s mouth.

She pulled back smiling at Samantha, as Samantha lifted her arms around Beth’s neck pulling her down and on top of her body. Samantha rolled from her side and onto her back; Beth hovered above her; kissing her lips, her neck, her nipples; moving her mouth over Samantha’s salty, sandy body.

Beth alternated between circling her tongue and sucking and nibbling each of Samantha’s hard nipples. Samantha moaned in pleasure and Beth would suck harder. Samantha pulled Beth back up to her lips and kissed her again, this time their lips press harder.

Samantha lifted her hips up and began circling them; pushing her pussy and pulsating clit into the Beth’s crotch. Beth reached down with one hand and pushed her suit bottoms down and off.

They were both naked, and they ravaged the other. Their sopping wet pussies embraced; thrumming pussy lips kissed; clits rubbed back and forth, and back and forth against the other.

Both women gyrated their hips up and down and around and around; grinding into the other’s hot, thrumming clit until Samantha screamed out into the deserted beach that she was cumming; cumming hard.

Her body spasmed and shook as she felt the waves of her orgasm take over her. She opened her eyes and looked at Beth, who hadn’t climaxed yet, but she was close, and Samantha watched as Beth slide her fingers in between her own legs and rubbed her fingers back and forth across her clit moaning “Ooooooh. Ooooooh.” Beth closed her eyes as her body spasmed toward release of orgasm.

* * * * *

Samantha’s body jerked as she awoke from her groggy daydream state. She could hear Nina Simone singing, Here Comes The Sun in the background.

Maybe it was the memory of having sex on the beach with Beth, or maybe it had something to do with her recent break up, but as I mentioned before, the universe has a way of presenting things to us when we’re ready to see them, even if something has been standing right in front of us the whole time.

Whatever the reason, Samantha found herself lying there that night on her couch, acknowledging to herself for the first time that her feelings for her best friend were far greater than just a long-term friendship, and she wanted to do something about it. It was as if a light bulb had been turned on above her head.

“God, I don’t want to lose her. I love her.” Samantha said to herself, reaching down and feeling for Licorice curled up at her side.

Samantha reached for her cellular phone, and hit the speed dial button for Beth, “Beth. Hi. Remember that time you and I found that secluded beach; where the waves were kicking and you and I…well, do you remember? You do? Well, what would you think about you, me and Licorice celebrating National Nude Day in Auckland together…?”

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