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Prologue: Gertrude Gormley was rushed to the hospital. She had fallen in her home and pressed that magic button that hung like a pendant around her neck. The ambulance came to take her away. The entire neighborhood was concerned for her. The ambulance driver asked the neighbors about Gertrude. They told them all they knew. But no one knew who was Gertrude's next of kin. Gertrude was an elderly woman certainly over seventy years old. She might even be over eighty or maybe even ninety but she never told anyone her true age. When asked, she would always say "A lady does not tell such things." She had been a fixture in the neighborhood for as long as any of the current residents could remember. She in fact lived in one of the oldest houses in her part of the town. The house be hold, but it was still in great shape since it had been kept up through the years. Gertrude had been treating the children of the neighborhood homemade cookies, brownies and other assorted treats and the children loved her for it She had time for all her neighbors, not just the children and everyone knew that anything they told her would never be told to anyone else. Gertrude would only give her advice when it was asked for so she could be told anything and no one had to worry about getting a disapproving look or a lecture. She was just one of the good people in the world. Before she left, Mrs. Gormley insisted that someone take care of her cat, Whiskers. The paramedics hadn't seen a cat, but Mrs. Gormley insisted that they find her, she was most likely hiding in the main bedroom's closet, as the cat was fearful of strangers. Animal control came to take the cat to a safe place while Mrs. Gormley was in the hospital but they couldn't find her. One of the ambulance attendants asked the assorted neighbors about Mrs. Gormley. They had to know things like age, height, weight and medical conditions. They told him Mrs. Gormley was a plump woman of about 175 pounds. They didn't know her exact age. They knew she had osteoporosis. No one was sure how tall she was exactly since she was always stooped over. She had many of the chronic ailments that comes with advanced age. She always wore gloves on her hands because of her arthritis. The gloves helped the pain as well as to hide her misshapen fingers or so Mrs. Gormley had told her neighbors. She had had skin cancer a while back and so on her doctor's advice she tried to keep out of the sun as much as possible. Thus she wore long dresses with long sleeves all the time. She also wore a hat with a veil to keep the sun out of her face. Most of the time the only part of her body you could see were her lips under her veil. If questioned not one neighbor could think of a time that they didn't see Mrs. Gormley without her hat and veil covering most of her face. Her lips were always painted in a bright red lipstick. It was easy to tell when a person had visited Gertrude by the remnants of her lipstick on their cheek the neighbors remarked. Everyone thought very highly of Mrs. Gormley and they all wished her well. It was the talk of the neighborhood when Mrs. Gormley was taken away. Everyone hoped she would recover and return to her home. Mrs. Gormley was truly missed while she was away. Dave Sullivan owned the house that Mrs. Gormley lived in. When Dave had bought the house, he was happy that it already had a tenant to pay part of the mortgage for him. He had bought it as an investment property during the financial crisis of a few years back. He bought the house for dirt cheap and he was going to wait several years for the housing market to recover and then make a killing when he resold it. But for now he was happy to have someone living in the house while he waited. Dave wasn't a tall man, he was only five seven. He had shaved off the remaining hair from is balding head. He wasn't particularly fat, but he wasn't in great shape either. He had the beginning of male breasts but he didn't worry too much about them. His facial featured were full, especially his lips although his chin was a bit refined. He had sparse hair all over his body as most men have but not too much. He wasn't particularly muscular as a sedentary lifestyle had soften any muscles he had had in his youth. When Mrs. Gormley died Dave was informed since she didn't have any living relatives so no one was around to pay the monthly rent. Dave went to Mrs. Gormley's house to inspect the place and see what must be done to rerent the place.. That was his excuse anyway. But what he really wanted to do was to see if there was any good stuff he could take from the old lady before anyone else got their hands on it. Maybe there would be money or expensive jewelry in the old woman's home. Using his key, Dave entered Mrs. Gormley's house. Due to the devious nature of his visit, Dave tried to enter without anyone seeing him. When he got inside, he saw it as Mrs. Gormley had left it. The place was clean and nothing looked out of place. Dave began to look around. He decided it would be best to just get a general look and then make a more careful inspection later. He wanted to get a layout of the place first. When Dave entered the house he saw the main living area. There was a hallway to the left that led to the other rooms of the house. The first room was the kitchen on the right. Down the hall there were three other rooms and a bathroom. The first room on the left was obviously a guest bedroom for anyone who stayed over. Dave didn't know that anyone had actually used this room, but that seemed to be it's purpose. The next room was a room that could have been a den but seemed to be changed into a storage area. The final room was the master bedroom where Mrs. Gormley slept and kept most of her personal items. Dave went straight for the living room. This is where Mrs. Gormley must have collapsed since there was some disorder there. It was clear by the fact that several items such as folding tables had been moved to random areas of the room that the EMS attendants were working here. One of the things that was clearly out of place was a silver colored wig that was haphazardly placed on the ottoman. Dave didn't know that Mrs. Gormley wore a wig. She had done so for some time after she realized that her thinning hair couldn't be hidden by styling it. Mrs. Gormley wasn't a vain woman but she thought that all women should have hair and so she purchased this wig and several others. Dave didn't know why he picked it up, but he did so and then placed the wig on his bald head. He looked at himself in the mirror that covered the wall opposite the large window in the room. The wig was obviously made for an elderly woman. It was mostly gray with a hint of yellow. It had a permed appearance with rows of medium sized curls in an updo style. Dave took several seconds adjusting the wig until it fit his head perfectly. When Dave was done, he laughed at his appearance saying "I should have bought a toupee years ago." But after this private joke was over instead of removing the wig he kept it on his head and didn't give it another thought. Dave started to look around for a few moments when he saw Mrs. Gormley's gloves. She had many pairs around the house, she wore them constantly to help her hands feel better and to hide her arthriticly deformed fingers. Dave decided that it would be a good idea to wear them so he didn't leave excessive fingerprints throughout the house. If he did find expensive jewelry for example, it wouldn't do for his fingerprints to be all over Mrs. Gormley's jewelry box if anyone complained. With Mrs. Gormley's wig on Dave's head and her gloves on his hands, Dave started to look around the house The gloves came in handy when he wanted to move the furniture around. He wanted to look thoroughly. He knew that older women could hide money or valuables in some odd places. He didn't only look under all the cushions of the couch, but he also moved it away from the wall to look behind it. After a while, Dave decided to take a break and see if there was a snack in the kitchen. Even before entering the kitchen, Dave had decided that he would have a nice cup of tea with a couple pieces of toast with some jam on it. Dave just had a craving for those items even though he hadn't drank tea in a long time and would only eat toast with a breakfast of eggs and bacon. Dave had no way of knowing that tea with jam and toast was a favorite snack of Mrs. Gormley. He filled a kettle with water and put it on the stove to heat. Then he put two pieces of toast in the toaster and pushed down the handle. While he was waiting for his food to be ready, his cell phone rang. "Hello?" Dave asked. "Hey Dave, I was wondering what time you will be home?" the voice on the other side of the line said. Dave knew it was his wife Pan who was calling. "I don't know. There's a lot to do." "Should I make dinner?" "I'll tell you what. Why not come over here at 5:00 and we'll get some dinner. No need for you to cook." "It's a date." "I'll see you then." By the time Dave had gotten off the phone his food was ready. The water was boiling for his tea and his toast had long since popped from the toaster. He returned to the living room with his snack to watch some television. When he turned it on one of Mrs. Gormley's afternoon soaps was on. Normally, Dave would change the channel, but the story interested him before he had a chance. Once set, he took a big gulp of his tea. Dave hadn't realized how long he was on the phone with Pam and so his tea was much hotter than he expected it. It burnt his tongue and his throat. Dave yelled out in pain in a high pitched shreak. It took Dave a few moments to recover. From then on, Dave took very small sips of his tea and small bites of his toast due to the pain in his throat. Dave looked around the living room during the commercials of the soap he was watching. When the soap was over, he decided that he should clean up. The living room was a mess due to the activities of the paramedics that came when Mrs. Gormley needed them. Dave straighten up the papers and cleaned the left over trash. He returned the furniture to their proper places. Then he vacuumed the rug. Looking at the walls, Dave discovered that Mrs. Gormley had the same taste in art as he had. Mrs. Gormley would swap the painting and wall plates around from time to time. Taking one plate or picture off its nail and replacing it with another. But Mrs. Gormley couldn't hammer in new nails to put the wall hangings in different places. Dave didn't have that problem and decided to put the paintings in new places. He reasoned that a fully furnished home with tastefully hung art would make the place easier to rent. So Dave did what Mrs. Gormley wanted to do but couldn't hammer in new nails. Dave found the new perfect spots and hammered in nails in the proper locations. Dave thought that it was interesting that Mrs. Gormley had collected plates from the places around the world that he had himself been to. There were plates from San Francisco, Chicago, London, Cairo and Venice that Dave remembered visiting although Dave had not actually been to several of those places. But if asked he could tell you the places he visited and the sites he saw there. While hammering in the plates, he was a bit clumsy and hit his hand with the hammer. Sometimes he stuck his finger with the nails he was holding. By the time he was done, both his hands hurt. He reasoned that it was a good thing he was wearing gloves or they would have hurt worse. Regardless, Dave went into the bathroom to see if Mrs. Gormley had anything that would help his hurting hands. He found in Mrs. Gormley's medicine cabinet the arthritis pills that she took. Dave took one with a gulp of water. The pill hurt a bit as it went down his throat due to the accident with the hot tea from earlier. When Dave made a high pitched gasp due to the pain, Dave chalked up his not sounding like himself due to the same accident. Dave saw the cat's litter box on floor. Dave had a moment of inspiration, "Where would be a better place to hid money than under the cat's litter box. Who looks there?" he thought. He pulled out the litter box from where it had been and discovered nothing under it. Dave thought it was a good idea nevertheless. Dave was going to take a longer look throughout the bathroom, but he decided to finish cleaning up the living room first. He just couldn't stand that he hadn't taken his used plate and coffee cup back to the kitchen to be washed. He didn't want to remove his white gloves due to the pain so he put on rubber gloves over them (something Mrs. Gormley regularly did) to wash his cup and plate. He cleaned it thoroughly and then dried the dishes and carefully replaced them back on the shelf. Since he was in the kitchen he decided to look through the refrigerator. Looking inside, he saw several items had reached their expiration date, such as the milk and juice and threw each out into the garbage after entering their contents down the sink. On the way to dumping the milk, Dave dropped the carton and a small amount had spilled onto the floor. Absentmindedly he took a piece of paper and wrote down what needed to be replaced on a shopping list. Between the gloves on his hands and his painful fingers his penmanship was a bit shaky or so he thought. If he had compared the list with the lists that Mrs. Gormley had written herself, he would find the penmanship indistinguishable. He left the list under a magnet that was on the refrigerator door. Before leaving the kitchen, Dave took a sponge mop and cleaned up the milk off the floor. Not satisfied with just mopping up the milk, he proceeded to mop the whole kitchen floor. When he left the room it was spotless. All of a sudden a n extreme urge to pee overcame Dave. As he rushed toward the bathroom he stubbed his toe on the cat's litter box. Dave had forgotten to return it to it's proper place when he looked under it before. He hobbled towards the toilet. His need to pee was so great he didn't have time to pull down his zipper and whip out his dick, so he pulled down his pants and underwear. He was going to pee standing up as he usually did, but his foot began to throb. He needed to get off his feet, he plopped down on the toilet and began to relieve himself. Even though his need seemed extreme, Dave in fact didn't pee all that much. After it was over, Dave developed a fear of getting a UTI and so he used a piece of toilet tissue and cleaned the tip of his penis. Finally finished Dave decided he would need a cane to help him walk on his injured foot. Dave didn't notice that he hadn't any trouble finding one without having to look for it. With cane in hand to support him, Dave went into Mrs. Gormley's bedroom. The bedroom was very neat with the bed made and nothing out of place. Dave saw many pictures on top of the drawers. They all seemed familiar to him. There were also cute hummel nick-knacks intermixed between the pictures which he found adorable. Dave started on the first drawer he found. In it were tops and blouses in soft colors and prints. All of the shirts had long sleeves and high necks styles such as turtlenecks and crew necks and modest U-necks. They were designed to show off as little skin as possible both because Mrs. Gormley was afraid of the sun due to her bout with cancer and her ubiquitous feelings of being cold. The second draw contained more tops of a similar style to the first. In the third drawer were long skirts. There weren't any pants of any type. Mrs. Gormley thought that it was easier to put on skirts than pants due to her arthritis. Finally, the lowest drawer contained her lingerie. There were dozens of cotton full cut briefs. They all came in one of three colors: white, black and beige. There were just as many bras in similar colors. There were three slips and several girdles as well as over a dozen pairs of stockings in either nude or taupe colors. Dave didn't find any money in any of these drawers. Dave then looked through Mrs. Gormley's closets. Inside them were mostly dresses. All the dresses were of a full length with long sleeves. There were also some formal tops and skirts hanging in the closet too. Dave looked around the room looking over and under everything. He admired Mrs. Gormley's taste in decorations and then left for the storage room. Inside the storage room he found a bookcase with many cookbooks and other such books. Dave knew that older women left money between the pages of books. He picked up a cookbook at random and without him knowing, every recipe inside that book was placed into his head. It replaced some of the sports knowledge that he had accumulated throughout his life. He turned to the first recipe and found it familiar. He remembered cooking this dish many times. Looking at the second page, he knew this recipe well too. He then quickly scanned the rest of the pages without finding any money. He did the same with the next cookbook only to find that he knew all those recipes also. He found books on sewing (Mrs. Gormley liked to sew,but she hadn't done so since her arthritis had gotten bad.) He looked through other books on this and that and some novels that Mrs. Gormley kept on the shelf. He was amazed at how many of her books that he had actually read. All the while, his knowledge of sports, computers, cars and other assorted topics were being depleted along with his interest in such things, including his interest in sex. Reaching up onto a top shelf a box fell on his back. He knew nothing was broken but it hurt an awful lot. Dave couldn't stand up straight due to the pain. Dave didn't want to call an ambulance so he decided to just go into the bathroom and take a hot shower. The water would soothe his aching back. Using his cane for support, he ambled towards the bathroom. He took off all his clothes when he got there, putting them instinctively into the hamper. Looking at the tub, he found that there was a shower chair he could sit in and the shower was attached to a hose so he could direct the water to where it was needed. The warm water felt good on his back. Not to mention his foot which he had hurt earlier. He thought it might be easier to see the damage done to his back if there wasn't so much hair there, so he used Mrs. Gormley's depilatory to remove the hair from his back. He thought it would silly to have only one area of the hair removed from his body so he removed the rest of it. Soon the only hair on his body was the gray wig that he still wore. Satisfied that most of the pain was gone, Dave left the shower and put a towel around himself from his chest to his thighs. He then instinctively went into Mrs. Gormley's bedroom to get some clothes. He picked out cotton briefs and a long-line bra. His man-boobs didn't fill in the cups of his bra so he supplemented the cups with a pair of stockings in each. He decided to support his back by putting on a girdle. He then put on a pair of taupe stockings before putting on a pretty floral top (with long sleeves of course) and a long pastel skirt. Worried that he might slip on the floor in his stocking feet, he found a pair of shoes in the closet. Mrs. Gormley only wore slip on shoes because they were the easiest to get on. Dave didn't mind that his feet extended passed the end of shoe somewhat. He then put on Mrs. Gormley's glasses and put in her hearing aide. These were things that Mrs. Gormley did everyday without thinking about them. After dressing, Dave returned to the bathroom to look at himself. He wasn't in as much pain anymore, but he still stooped over. Seeing himself in the mirror. His vision was a little blurry and he reasoned he should go see an eye doctor to have his prescription checked. Regardless he couldn't stand himself without some lipstick. After putting it on, he smiled. Looking at his yellowing slightly crooked teeth he decided that he needed to see a dentist. He wanted to remove his old teeth and put in some pretty dentures. Leaving the bathroom, Dave found the phone and called both the dentist and the optometrist. Conveniently they were both in the same medical office building. Dave spoke to the receptionist and set up appointments for himself on the same day. The receptionist knew who was calling due to the caller id and called Dave Mrs. Gormley by name but Dave hadn't noticed. Quickly the appointments were made. Dave's throat felt better but his voice was now high pitched as Mrs. Gormley's was and a bit shaky. Dave returned to the storage room and found that the box that had fallen on him were full of photo albums. There were many photo albums in the box. He looked through them. Most of the pictures were taken from in or around the house he was in. At first he didn't recognize the people in the photos, except for Mrs. Gormley of course. In each of the pictures, she wore her usual attire. Hats with veils, long sleeved tops mostly with floral prints and skirts that always came down to her ankles. Throughout the years, Mrs. Gormley's appearance didn't change. Mostly all you could see of Mrs. Gormley under her clothes was her lipstick covered lips and a big smile of obviously false teeth. With Mrs. Gormley were a variety of people of differing ages. Dave had never lived in this neighborhood so he shouldn't know any of the people in the pictures. But seeing each of them, he knew their names and something about them. Dave thought that he must have ran into them while he was in the neighborhood. He found he liked everyone he saw, even the 'nasty' children. He saw children and young parents grow up before his eyes in the pictures until the day they were adults and moved away to find new crops of children and their parents. As he saw picture after picture his memories of his life changed to fit the pictures he was seeing. His old memories vanished without him realizing it. Dave loved making cookies and sharing his treats with the neighborhood was a great way to make more stuff without having to eat them all himself. He could use to lose a few pounds, but he wasn't obese. He didn't finish looking at every picture, but he would get to that later. The pictures in the album he was looking at went back twenty plus years, but there were albums that went back much longer than that and some which were more recent. There was something he needed to do, it nagged at him. He walked with his cane stooped over to the kitchen. Seeing the shopping list on the refrigerator he knew he had to get milk, bread and other items from the store before it got too late. He put on his hat with his veil and headed towards the door. Dressed like Mrs. Gormley with almost his entire body covered by clothes and stooped over, no one would suspect that Dave wasn't Mrs. Gormley. He found his purse on the way to the door. He opened it up to make sure he had enough money for the things he needed. Looking through it, he saw his social security card and seeing the number he remembered it as his SS number. Each piece of identification became his. From then on as far as he knew, he had always been Mrs. Gertrude Gormley, who every one called simply Mrs. Gormley. He was a widowed woman living on a fixed income in this rented house. Mrs. Gormley left her home to walk the two blocks to get what she needed. She wasn't going to carry the groceries back, the store had a person who would deliver what she selected. On the way, one of her neighbors saw her. Everyone knew her from miles away just by how she dressed and who else would wear long sleeves and a veil on such a warm day as today. "Hello Mrs. Gormley," the kind woman said, "I didn't know you returned from the hospital." "Yes Dearie," Mrs. Gormley said. Mrs. Gormley always used words of endearment when talking to anyone like sweetie, dearie, sweetheart, luv, etc. "I just got out quite recently." "Are you feeling better?" "Yes, much. It wasn't as big a thing as everyone thought. The doctor said I'll be fine for another forty years at least," Mrs. Gormley said with a broad smile of her painted lips. "For your lips to god's ear." "How nice of you to say. I am feeling great. I think I'll be here forever." The two talked while for a while and then Mrs. Gormley was on her way. Several other neighbors seeing Mrs. Gormley stopped to chat, no one could tell that it was Dave. Rumors spread that Mrs. Gormley was back. After shopping Mrs. Gormley returned home to watch her soaps. She had several days of episodes to get caught up upon. They were stored on her DVR. Mrs. Gormley couldn't set her DVR (it was set by the nice man from the cable company for her), but she could see all the programs that are automatically recorded. At approximately 5:00 there was a knock at the door. Mrs. Gormley said "Come in." At this time, Mrs. Gormley was wearing her normal clothes except she wasn't wearing her hat with the veil. Pan who was at the door saw her husband wearing Mrs. Gormley's clothes. "Dave what are you wearing?" Pam exclaimed. "Whiskers, where have you been?" "Whiskers??? You told me to come over at 5:00. Why are you dressed like that?" "You must be hungry." "A little bit. But I'm not going out with you dressed like that." "I'll get you something to eat." "You are going to cook?" Pam followed Mrs. Gormley into the kitchen. He was all stooped over and used a cane to walk there. "Ha ha, very funny." Pam said. "Not stop meow, meow, meow." Pam thought she was talking normally, but all her words changed to meows. If there was an actual difference between one meow to the other as a different word was said, only Pam could tell. Mrs. Gormley reach the cabinet and took out a can of cat food. On the floor there was a bowl full of water and an empty one. Mrs. Gormley spooned the cat food into the empty bowl. Pam knowing that Dave expected her to eat it started to 'talk' rapidly, but all that came out was a series of urgent meows. "Whiskers, I know you must be hungry now eat up," Mrs. Gormley said. But Pam couldn't understand Dave anymore. She thought that he was speaking gibberish although she still recognized her name, 'Whiskers.'. She turned to call an ambulance, something must have happened to Dave. But before she could, she fell into her hands. From the ground she couldn't reach the phone. In a flash all of her knowledge and memories left her hear replaced by the instincts of a cat. Since her brain didn't have to concern itself with her former human knowledge it could concentrate on her senses. Pan's hearing and eyesight were enhanced. Her sense of taste and smell were improved and her balance coordination had improved to professional gymnast levels. Whiskers leaped onto the counter where the phone was although she didn't know what she wanted there anymore. "Oh, I see," Mrs. Gormley said in a soothing voice. "You got yourself all caught up on people's clothing. Let me get you untangled and then you'll eat." Whiskers responded to Mrs. Gormley's soft tones came towards her.. "Look what trouble you got yourself in," Mrs. Gormley said. "What a silly cat, wearing people's clothes." Mrs. Gormley then stripped Whiskers out of her clothing. Whiskers never wore any type of clothing again. "You are getting into too much trouble outside, I think from now on you will be strictly a house cat. No more adventures outside for you." Mrs. Gormley said. Whiskers became a totally indoors cat never leaving the house again. She became intensely fearful of strangers and would scamper to hiding places when anyone stopped over. Mrs. Gormley was a fixture in the neighbor for the next forty plus years. Living alone in her house with her cat for as long as anyone could remember. Epilogue Once Mrs. Gormley left the house she lost consciousness. They had her on the gurney and rushed her to the emergency room. Since she was fully dressed but unresponsive they cut off her clothing. Once she was totally naked, they made the discovery that Mrs. Gormley wasn't a she at all. Underneath all her clothes was the body of a man. "I thought you said, that this was a woman?" the nurse said. "Mrs. Gertrude Gormley." "That is what the neighbors told us," the ambulance driver replied. "Well, he is clearly not. He's just a crossdresser." "I don't think anyone knew." "Really?" "No one said a word and they all kept referring to her...er him..as Mrs. Gormley." Thinking about it for a while, "I think we have an ethical obligation not to tell anyone." "Right," the ambulance driver said. He didn't want to be involved in such things anyway. Meanwhile back at the house, in a closet a woman was hiding. She didn't know why she was hiding. She didn't know why she was naked. She tried to stand up but it was hard. There was a great pain in her back like she hadn't used the muscles there before. But she struggled to get to her feet the best she could. She didn't know why she was here and she thought she should get out of here as fast as possible. She got out of the clothes and realized there wasn't anyone home. She didn't want to steal clothing, but she couldn't go out naked and she knew she had to get away. She didn't know where she was. She would be surprised to find out that she was decades older than she remembered. Looking through the drawers she found a pair of panties, a top and a skirt. She put them on. She realized she needed some shoes and got a pair of them too. Then she left the house.

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Justin is in the kitchen trying to ignore the sounds coming from gerrys room when his phone rings'hello ?''hello justin i see gerry has his girlfriend over i'm watching them fuck now you placed that camera well would you like to watch it''oh yes please mrs watson''well i need you to do something for me then i need to catch gerrys girlfriend doing something so i can have some fun with her''um i don't know mrs watson how could i do that''well something i find usualy works is cash leave some...

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Mrs Denvers Double Spanking The Aftermath

Elizabeth Carson sat in the car. She was far from comfortable she had to be acknowledge to herself. The 36-year- old was suffering the effects of the 24 fierce red lines across her bottom given courtesy of Mrs Denver’s senior cane. She got herself as comfortable as possible before driving off. She drove carefully as the stinging distracted her but thankfully got home without incident. As she drove she reminded herself she suffered the humiliation of being spanked and caned to prevent her...

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Mrs Howard Spanks Mother and Daughter

  Mrs Collins brought Ellie home from camp knowing she had promised Mrs Howard she would give her 16 year old daughter a really hard spanking. “Put all your clothes in the linen basket Ellie, and then come straight to my bedroom” she instructed her daughter.   Ellie knew her Mother had threatened to spank her and fully expected to have her knickers taken down and make the trip across the maternal lap, but it was her Mother of course, not Mrs Howard. A few spanks and it would be...

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mrs watsons new neighbourhood part 2

3am justins phone rings he picks it up and answers'good morning justin did i wake you ?' asks mrs watson'uh yes good morning mrs watson' says justin sleepily'what are you wearing ?''nothing i sleep in the nude''pull back the covers put your phone on videocall and show me your clit'justin pulls back the covers points his phone at his tiny cock'hmm no morning wood ? keep the phone pointed at your clit while we talk''uh no mrs watson its very early''have you been good or have you been touching...

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Mrs Denvers Parent Discipline Meeting

Charlotte was enjoying her weekend her stay with Mrs. Denver but they had not yet made love. Charlotte still did not realise her boss had strong feelings for her so when Mrs. Denver suggested a morning walk Charlotte decided to misbehave, force Mrs. Denver to spank her again, then hope this time for kisses and cuddles afterwards. Unfortunately as Mrs. Denver equally did not realise Charlotte’s feelings for her she took the misbehaviour as disobedience that required a disciplinary spanking, and...

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Mrs McGregors Tawse 2

CHAPTER 3 STUART'S MEETS MRS. MCGREGOR'S PANTIES Stuart stood naked in front of Mrs. McGregor and his stepmother. His blush ran all the way down his chest. "Well, Stuart, today we start your....conditioning.... concerning women's panties. I know you're aroused by the sight and feel of a woman's panties. You've stolen your Step-mother's and masturbated into them enough times. Right Stuart?" "Ummmm....errrrr......." Mrs. McGregor laughed then said, "Don't lie, child. Now lie...

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Me And Mrs Craddock

“Have a nice time, dear!” my mother called out as I left the house.Not for the first time I wondered what she’d think if she knew what kind of ‘nice time’ I was hoping for. For the past few months I’d had many very nice times with her good friend Mrs Hotter, an affair which had ended when we were caught in the act by her son, Tommy.However, Mrs Hotter had given me to understand that Mrs Craddock, two doors down from her, might appreciate a visit. Her words were etched on my mind: “She gets...

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Mrs Stone Teases

It was a conversation David Glanfield didn't relish, knowing it would probably be awkward and embarrassing. But, having decided it was his problem, and as difficult as it might be, he felt it his duty to tackle the issue. It did occur to him that Human Resources should really deal with it -- in fact company protocols were quite clear, however, since being newly promoted and with it still being early days, in an attempt to foster a relationship with his team and gain their trust, David thought...

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Mrs Denver The Prequel Continues

23 year old Nikki Pearson had eagerly agreed to meet up with her ex-Headmistress to be disciplined in her Study. It was educational for her ex-Headmistress, Mrs Sally Denver , who had been shocked to be told by Nikki how when at school she had been naughty on purpose so that she was disciplined more than any other student, by far. The agreement was that Nikki would allow Mrs Denver to be much more severe than she was with the students to test just how thorough she could be when disciplining...

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Me And Mrs Hotter Almost Caught

My mother shrieked.This was not unusual. My mother was fond of shrieking. She would shriek in any circumstance where a reaction was called for. Now she was standing in the middle of the kitchen in her best clothes, ready for her and my father to go out for the evening.“I completely forgot!” she shrieked. “I meant to take the bulbs round to Angela!” She turned to where I was pouring myself a glass of orange juice. “You wouldn’t mind, would you, Darren? Taking the bag of flower bulbs round to Mrs...

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Love With Mrs Banerji From Cruise To Beach Hut

Hi, This is writing this story. Your comments and feedbacks are welcome. Hi, I am Rahul, 18 year old from Kolkata. I live with my father, mother and my twin brothers who are in their 1st standard. My father is basically from south India and got attracted to my north Indian mom and got married and settled at her hometown. Because of this I got my lifetime chance of being around north Indian girls and aunties. And I should say here that since having roots in south India as well, I know how...

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Alice and Sophia Meet Mrs Heaton

Alice and Sophia knew they were two very lucky girls. Both were twenty-six-years-old and rented a room and lived under the auspices of their two landladies. They both found adverts for single women, their mum's ages, who offered a maternal type arrangement. It turned out that both landladies, Loretta and Monika, enjoyed mothering girls they could treat as their daughters, and charged a lower rent as well. Alice and Sophia jumped at the chance, seeing many benefits to the arrangement.The...

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Mrs Howard spanks Ellie

16 year old Ellie waited in her bedroom knowing her bottom was soon going to be spanked very hard and for an awfully long time. She could hear her Mum speaking to Mrs Howard, the cleaner. “Ellie deserves a good hard spanking so please will you work an extra half an hour and give her one of your especially hard thrashings.”   “What’s the reason this time Mrs Collins” Mrs Howard asked pleasantly.   “Her room is a disaster area, and when I told her to clean it up she gave me such a lot of...

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The Governors Meeting Chapter 5 Mrs Vero

I knocked on the door that was clearly marked: “Mrs Sheila Vero, Senior School Governor”.‘Enter!’I opened the door and stepped into her office. It was very much like the Headmistress’s study, with a desk, sofa and two armchairs, as well as a series of wooden cabinets.‘Ah, Mrs Lonsdale. I’ve been waiting for you! Come in, come in! Sit!’Mrs Vero pointed to an upright chair in front of her desk. I sat, with my hands in my lap, unsure what to expect.She looked at me over the top of her glasses. She...

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Nikki Sees Mrs Denver Once Again

Mrs Denver sat in her study when Charlotte pressed the intercom. “Nikki Pearson is here to see you, Mrs Denver.” “Send her in,“Mrs Denver replied. Charlotte watched the 23-year-old walk towards the study door as much in wonder as thinking about the pain Nikki was about to endure. Charlotte had seen so many students go in to the study with trepidation and come back out with tear-stained faces, rubbing their bottoms. She wondered what it was like to be caned and wondered whether she would ever...

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mrs watson makes some new friends

'please mrs watson i don't want to keep doing dirty things for you and don't want you to do dirty things to mewhat can i do to end this ' asks katy while fucking her own arsehole with a cucumber'you don't like it then why do you keep cumming ' mrs watson asks while pinching katys nipples ' i can't help it but really would like to get back to a normal life what can i do ? please may i cum mrs watson ?'katy is shoving the cucumber harder and harder up her arse' of course you can cum ' says mrs...

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mrs watson enjoys katies and leannes mother

mrs watson was in the mood for some light entertainment at someone elses expense so she called katys housea woman answered the phone 'hello''hi i'm mrs watson i just wondered if katy was at home ?''oh hello mrs watson its nice to hear from you i'm katys mom dawn i'm sorry katy isn't here can i take a message ?''no i really need to talk to her' mrs watson had a naughty thought 'or could you pop round it is important buti don't want to discuss it over the phone''ok as its important i'll pop round...

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Mrs McGregors Tawse 3

CHAPTER 5 Mrs. McGregor returned a few minutes later. She had a smile on her face and was carrying her tawse. "Very well, ladies, I think you'll enjoy this." Mrs. McGregor led them to another room. Entering, they saw that Stuart wrists were tied to the ceiling, his ankles chained to rings in the floor. Stuart was still nude, sporting an erection that pointed straight out. One thing the Mother and daughter noticed was that Mrs. McGregor had draped Mindy's panties over Stuart's...

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Mrs Denver Spanks Mother and Daughter Part One

Jenny Howe dreaded today. The 42 year old mother was going to be given twelve strokes of the cane and that realisation made her shiver with panic. She looked again at the Parent Discipline Slip and the instruction to see Mrs. Denver at the Academy together with her 17 year old daughter Olivia who had gone AWOL the previous week when she had a test. Having been caught Olivia had to pay the penalty by being excluded for 2 days. At least that was the easy part of the penalty. Olivia’s return to...

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Mrs Denver Spanks Mother and Daughter Part Two

Please do read Part One first: Mrs. Denver spoke very clearly and firmly, “Mrs. Howe, you will be first now, the strokes will be more spaced out, and I repeat they will be rather harder than the first six.” Mrs. Denver smiled when she remembered of course she had given both ladies seven strokes, the seventh being the penalty they both had to pay because Mrs. Howe had stood up after the first stroke, a definite no no, and an act everyone knew was never tolerated by the Principal. Olivia had...

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Mrs Denver Spanks Mother and Daughter Part Two

Please do read Part One first: Mrs. Denver spoke very clearly and firmly, “Mrs. Howe, you will be first now, the strokes will be more spaced out, and I repeat they will be rather harder than the first six.” Mrs. Denver smiled when she remembered of course she had given both ladies seven strokes, the seventh being the penalty they both had to pay because Mrs. Howe had stood up after the first stroke, a definite no no, and an act everyone knew was never tolerated by the Principal. Olivia had...

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mrs watson moves to a new neighbourhood

'can i help you ?' justin asks as he answers the door'hello dear my name is mrs watson i live next door i moved in a few weeks ago just thought i would pop round and say hello to my neighbour' says the little old lady at his door'oh hello mrs watson nice to meet you''yes well i think you should ask me in young man''um well i was about to go out so maybe another time?''no i don't think so we need to have a talk young man''uh about what ?''well some of my clothes have been going missing from my...

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Found in the www The affair with Mrs Sims

The affair with Mrs. SimsMy wife and I separated and divorced when I turned 30. We didn't have any k**s yet, so I felt quite free. It was a big weight off of my chest! After the divorce was final, I decided to change jobs (And basically careers) and go from being a Network Administrator, to opening up my own PC Repair shop. I had some money saved up, and it didn't cost too much to get started. I had a bunch of used PC's, monitors, parts, and so on, and kept a nice selection on new processors,...

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A wild night with Mr and Mrs Smith

Mr. and Mrs. Smith were out for a party, and I was babysitting their five-years-old son. Yes, I worked as a babysitter to earn a little extra. I was a good girl, but recently I turned into a dirty whore. I had recently discovered the pleasure of touching myself. Now I did it almost every night and in the mornings too. Sometimes I did it in the afternoons, after getting back from school. I just loved playing with my tight pink pussy in my bedroom. I was seventeen, and my young pussy just wanted...

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Mrs Denver Deals With Charlotte

“ So Charlotte,” Mrs. Denver repeated, “Now I need to deal with you my girl.” “ Yes Mrs. Denver,” Charlotte replied timidly. Charlotte walked up to Mrs. Denver’s desk and tried a smile that wasn’t returned, so stood waiting. Charlotte was nervous and Mrs. Denver saw it. Mrs. Denver enjoyed watching her assistant struggle, looking so young, and in fact so attractive. She had often had whimsical thoughts about the girl, sexual ones, although doubted they would be returned. The age difference...

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Mrs McGregors Tawse 1

Characters Stuart Duncan - submissive & slave & sissy Suzanne Mrs. Margaret McGregor - Governess Mrs.Vanna Duncan - Step-Mother "Mama" "Mommy" "Mistress" Three house maids: Marta, Mary and May. Mrs. Tara Kent - Friend Mindy Kent- Mrs. Kent's daughter Billie Kent - Mrs. Kent's son and sissyslave Mary Johnson - Maid and Billy's keeper Aunt Mo - Maureen Duncan, Mrs. Kent's strict aunt Uncle James Fellowes - Aunt Mos' companion Aunt Mo's 4 sissy maids Prudence, Fawn, Fifi and...

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mrs watson has old dog round again

old dog knocked on mrs watson door the next day 'come in and strip' mrs watson told her old dog stripped her clothes off while mrs watson watched when her knickers came off there was a small drop of cumon them mrs watson picked them up shoved them in old dogs mouth and told her to suck them , she shoved 2 fingers up old dogs cunt and started finger fucking her , old dogs cunt was wet and full of cum the cum started dripping downmrs watsons fingers , mrs watson pulled her fingers out and sucked...

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Mrs Jones p12

After two weeks Mrs Jones and her husband returned from their trip, and I had never been so excited to see my hot blonde older neighbour.And I think she was eager to see me as well, because the next day as I stood in the garage working on my moped again, Mrs Jones stepped out of her house and moved towards me.Dressed in jeans and a blue blouse she crossed our shared lawn area and stepped into my parents garage."Hey Robbie" she said smiling."Hi" I replied stepping towards her."Are you busy?" she...

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Mrs WaxermanChapter 15

It was some hours later when there was a knock on the door. After Mrs Waxerman’s statements, Doctor Hooker had decided he needed to process all that his fiancée had said. His plan had been to leave his fiancées purchases on the table, bags unopened until later, go home, water his plants, and sit down to write. He had after all promised to dictate the list of body parts, various sexual positions and general colloquialisms he expected Victoria and her niece to use. Many of these he knew he’d...

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Mrs Glist

Mrs. Glist had just come out of the shower. Her hair was wrapped in a towel. Otherwise, she was naked. I stood in the doorway and stared. I stared at her waspy waist and high breasts. I gazed intensely at her broad hips and her sliver of pubic hair, at her long legs and slender neck, and at her deep navel. My eyes were everywhere but hers. She stood still, looking at me, I think. Minutes passed and I kept looking. I had forgotten that I had come into her room hoping to use her bathroom while...

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Mrs Robinson Stays In

She takes best friend's son in front of her cheating husband."Have you ever done any riding Dan? You've grown up a lot in the last couple of years. You look like you'd be pretty comfortable in the saddle.""Well mom did take me to a pony ride when I was eight..." Dan answered, rather cleverly he thought given how much trouble he was having keeping focused on Mrs. Robinson's casual banter.She had asked him to come over and do some stone work on the artificial waterfall by her pool. Dan could use...

3 years ago
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Me And Mrs Hotter Our Little Secret

It was without doubt the most embarrassing moment of my life. There I stood in a back street with a brown paper bag between my feet and its contents, five dirty mags, spread out on the pavement in front of me. Not only that, but Mrs Hotter was standing there staring, hand over mouth.Mrs Hotter was her real name, by the way, which occasioned a great deal of sniggering among us boys-becoming-men, but that’s neither here nor there. Let me give you the background.It was the day after my 18th...

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Me and Mrs B

This was many years ago, back when teachers could lay an encouraging hand on a student’s shoulder without being labeled a sex offender. Teachers could sit close by a student to help them with a hard concept, and no one thought anything of it. The boys flirted back with Mrs. B. and the girls got valuable lessons in how to attract boys’ attention and drive them crazy. It was fun. And, Mrs. B was married with a couple of young kids, not that it mattered. It was all just innocent fun. I had...

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Another Wild Night With Mr And Mrs Smith

It was 3 a.m. Mrs. Smith was sitting in a chair near the window. She was naked and enjoying her hot cup of coffee. It was raining heavily, and we were enjoying the sound of rain. I was in Mrs. Smith’s bed, and Mr. Smith was fucking me from behind. Yes, in my last story, I told you that Mrs. Smith never allowed his husband to fuck another woman or a teen babysitter like me. However, some blowjob was not a big deal. After my first night with Mr. and Mrs. Smith, I didn’t remember how many times I...

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Frankie and Mrs Young

Frankie had been doing the same thing every summer since he was 16; mowing the lawns for the local housewives of his neighborhood for some extra cash. Most paid him well, and he had a series of regular clients. Most people wouldn’t think looking at him that such a friendly and dependable kid would also be successfully running his own lawn mowing business.Now, 18, this would be his last summer of mowing lawns as he was leaving for college in August. Frankie was a handsome young man, with light...

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Mrs Baxters New Lodger

Mrs. Baxter's New Lodger By Trish Shaw The shimmering garments in the lingerie store window captivated Andy the first time he walked past the place. Everyday he walked the long way to and from the train station just to pass the shop and get a brief glance at the window display. It was the sign in the window advertising the attic flat for rent that gave him the opportunity to finally enter and meet the owner as he walked past after work on the Thursday evening. Muriel...

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mrs watson warms katy up

katy is cleaning the kitchen floor in the nude mrs watson moves behind her and pushes her hand between katys legsshoving a finger into her cunt katy stops mopping'don't stop slut you are here to work so work 'mrs watson shoves 2 fingers up katys cunt and starts fucking herkaty tries to mop the floor but is having trouble concentrating 'whats the matter slut don't you want to work?''sorry mrs watson but its hard to work while you are fucking me''ok put the mop down and get on the table on your...

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Mrs Denvers Parent Discipline Meeting

Charlotte was enjoying her weekend her stay with Mrs. Denver but they had not yet made love. Charlotte still did not realise her boss had strong feelings for her so when Mrs. Denver suggested a morning walk Charlotte decided to misbehave, force Mrs. Denver to spank her again, then hope this time for kisses and cuddles afterwards. Unfortunately as Mrs. Denver equally did not realise Charlotte’s feelings for her she took the misbehaviour as disobedience that required a disciplinary spanking,...

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Mrs Insatiable

This is a story about a woman on xhamster, she told me she doesn't have any fantasies left because she has aleady experienced all of them. Which I think is a bit of a shame. This story is dedicated to her and hopefully it'll give her something to think about. Everyone hold on to their hats, cocks or dildos, this lady has done just about everything, so I'm going extreme!!! Ehm for this, I'll play the stunt cock. Enjoy and leave a comment please. Mrs I is married, but her husband lets her play...

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Mrs Braithwaite Part 2

Another in the series of tales about magic books. Simon becomes Simone, a pawn in the power struggles of a witches' coven. MRS. BRAITHWAITE II ? by: Geneva When I was fourteen, my mother died and I was left an orphan. Well, perhaps that wasn't really true, but my father had disappeared soon after his brief liaison with my mother, barely taking long enough to impregnate her. I had no idea whether he was still alive, and I never cared much about it anyway. I lived with my mother...

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My French Test Resit with Mrs Taylor Part One

Wendy Taylor was painfully unhappy.Unhappy in her marriage. Unhappy in her job. Unhappy in her life to a point. She was forty-two-years-old and was watching her second marriage go in the same direction as her first had done, fifteen years before. It had started off so well but after just five years with him, they both realised that they had very little in common and there was absolutely no passion or love there anymore. They slept in separate beds and lived pretty much separate lives in their...

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How I seduced and fucked Mrs Welder an old retire

Mrs Welders was a petite lady with grey hair and glasses. We used to be teacher colleagues, before her retirement a couple of years ago, We kept in touch because Mrs Welder continued working as a substitute every now and then even after retirement. Her husband had passed away about a year prior to her retirement and I supposed she needed the extra money. We always came a long fine and I always liked her for her gentle personality. She was quite strict and even if she had a sense of humor, she...

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Mr and Mrs Cage

MR. AND MRS. CAGE By Deewet, 2003 "I'm not sure," I told Mr. Cage, my face lowered so I didn't have to look in his eyes and see the sure contempt. His question caught me off guard, coming so unexpectedly as we ate in Goodies Diner. He wanted to know if I ever thought about dressing as a girl. It was if he could see through my jeans to my pink panties. So sudden was his question that I answered, "I'm not sure" before I could stop myself. Now all I wanted was to get out of this...

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Fucking Friend8217s Mom Mrs Sharma

I have a friend and his mother Mrs Sharma is a college professor and she was very good with the Spanish language. Once I have attended her class and after class I told her I also want to learn Spanish and I told her if she comes to my home every day and teach me she paused for a sec and said okay I told her I will pay her for teaching me, she agreed and we set up a time now I was not interested in learning Spanish, I was interested in fucking her I was more interested in her pussy between her...

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Mrs Howard Spanks Marsha

  Mrs Collins opened the door to Mrs Howard, her cleaner who immediately asked “did you give Ellie the spanking as we discussed?”  She could tell from Mrs Collin’s face she hadn’t. Mrs Collins answered somewhat sheepishly “Well I saw how red her bottom was after you had spanked her and felt sorry for her.” “I see. So, how has she been this week with you?” “Oh you know, just like any 16 year old I suppose.” “You mean she was rude to you again.” “I guess” Mrs Collins said quietly. ...

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Mrs Jones P7

I was sat watching TV in the afternoon, trying not to think about my hot blonde thirty something neighbour when my phone beeped and glancing at it, I saw the message 'Come over now, by the backdoor, let yourself in" from Mrs Jones.So I quickly stepped out of the house, climbed over the back fence into Mrs Jones's garden and strolled to her back door, then making sure no one was watching, I opened the back door and stepped inside.I then stood in Mrs Jones's sparkling clean kitchen and for a...

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Nailing Mrs Roth

My name is Jake Tillman and I’m a senior at Rockford High. I get good grades and I’m popular with the girls. Being a star in the 100 meter dash and the high hurdles doesn’t hurt my popularity in the slightest. The crowd I hang with uses Bill Clinton’s definition of “sexual relations”. We have oral sex for fun and don’t consider anything short of actual penetration to be real sex. When I go on a date, I can expect a blowjob or at least a handjob. The way it usually works is, the girl I’m with...

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Mrs Goodwin

By PenKnave193 When I was in junior high school in the mid 1970’s the administration made the progressive move of making, on a trial basis, two of the ninth grade PE classes coeducational. One was to be taught by one of the boy’s PE coaches, and the other by one of the girl’s PE coaches. The boy’s coaches were very selective in their choices for this project: they only picked the best behaved boys, not necessarily the best athletes. I was one of those boys chosen. While my buddies and...

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A Smokey Night With Mrs J

I had come home for Christmas break during my second year of college and decided to get together with a longtime buddy, a guy I’d known since I was ten. He’d elected to go to a local college and was still living at home so we decided to meet up at his place, about five blocks from where I grew up. On the walk over, via a route I’d taken hundreds of times before, I was visited by a series of mental images that first took shape during my post-puberty years. That time when I began discovering and...

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