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How it started with Mum s dirty knickers

As I was stretched out on the sofa when I heard the front door open, and then Mum's familiar voice, "Hello Darling I'm home, how was your day?"I turned towards her. "Hi Mum. It was fine thanks."She came up to me and gave me a big hug and a motherly kiss on the lips, Mum was what most people would call pretty. She wasn't stunning and she rarely turned heads, but she had an almost c***d-like face, which had its own attractions. She kept her dark brown hair fairly long. She had a good shape, curvy...

Wearing Mum s Knickers

Mum and myself were in the Lake District on holiday.On the third day of our holiday, I woke up late and found my mum reading a book with a cup of coffee. She was dressed in a t-shirt and a pair of shorts. My mother is 32, She has black hair, nice 38D breasts and a nice firm arse. I found her attractive, and thought about her a lot in my wank sessions."Nice of you to get up darling," she said looking up from her book."Yeah, I guess I needed some sleep. I made a coffee and some toast. "And what...

Catching My Son With My knickers

Mark was in High School and would be on school holidays in a few more weeks.One Friday evening, I had to work late. I had been pursuing a new account for the past few months. And I was hoping to finalise the deal over dinner with the client. Normally, I kept Friday evenings free for my son. It was a long-standing tradition with us. We always did something special on weekends. So it was a touch of guilt that I called up Mark to cancel our evening plans. I told him that I would be late, and that...

Pru and her Knickers

In the early 1980s I won a role in a film that involved a certain amount of, implied, sexual interaction in bed. In that era it wasn’t anything like as graphic as sex on film is these days but I was to be in bed with a fellow actor with both of us being, supposedly, ‘nude’. I was topless but my breasts wouldn’t be seen properly on film whereas Mike was to be completely naked because towards the end of the scene his back and the top of his buttocks would be seen. It was a closed set with a...

Helping My Son Cum In My Knickers

I’d arrived back from work knowing I had the laundry to do and that would be my first job before tackling tea for my son and me. I went straight up stairs and came to Terry’s room first saying hello as I passed, he was a typical 16-year-old sitting in front of his telly on his x box. Now in my bedroom, I grabbed a handful of clothes in the basket and I felt something damp on my hand. When I pulled the handful out, I was shocked to see it was my knickers that looked wet. Closer investigation...

Caught Stealing Knickers

In the early eighties, I was a chubby, shy sixteen-year-old virgin with only a few friends, but what I had was a love of ladies’ knickers (even now well into my fifties, I still love knickers, but at least now, I can buy for myself). This is a story of when I got caught stealing them.I could not get enough of them, and so I went around looking for clotheslines in backyards to see what I could steal so that I could wear them and wank into them. The fact I may get caught made it all the more fun....

Caught With Mum rsquo s Knickers

I was in bed with a pair of her knickers, smelling them. Yes one of her worn knickers I picked from the dirty cloth hamper in the bathroom. But it turned out to be one of the best things that ever happened to me.I am the love of mum’s life. I have always loved being around her. Even though she is in her thirties, she has a really sexy body, with big, full, 38D breasts. When I was 13 I started to notice my mother as a woman, more than just myMother. She would walk around the house either nude or...

Son With Mothers Knickers

Everything suddenly clicked into place for Helen on that afternoon at home, over a period of several months she had been sure that some of her knickers had gone missing only to show up again later on, at first she thought that she was just getting forgetful or that they had fallen behind a drawer or somewhere but now here she could clearly see the truth.Her 14yr son Mark was sat in his room playing on the playstation, clearly unaware that his mother was looking into his room from the doorway...

Mums Missing Knickers

Everything suddenly clicked into place for Helen on that afternoon at home, over a period of several months she had been sure that some of her knickers had gone missing only to show up again later on, at first she thought that she was just getting forgetful or that they had fallen behind a drawer or somewhere but now here she could clearly see the truth.Her 14yr son Mark was sat in his room playing on the playstation, clearly unaware that his mother was looking into his room from the doorway...

Caught Stealing Knickers

Chapter 3After getting home on that Saturday evening, I lay in bed naked, except for Nicola’s knickers around my hard cock. It had been a wonderful time with her. But no matter how hard I tried and how many times I came, my cock stayed hard. I eventually fell asleep with a very sore cock, still wrapped in a sticky pair of knickers and I had some wonderful wet dreams.The following week seemed to drag on forever. The only bright point was that I got my hands on some condoms (I stole them from my...

Mistresses knickers

She told me to undress, I stripped down to my boxers and felt really nervous. She sat on the bed in front of me and parted her legs, I could see she was wearing white cotton knickers and her hairs were peeking out either side of the gusset. I was told to get on my knees, as I did this she pulled her skirt right up to her tummy revealing a wonderful pair of full cotton knickers. She then said come closer and sniff. My heart was pounding I pressed my nose into the gusset, It was so warm and damp,...

Knickers

This story only available on Lush Stories. If you are reading it elsewhere, it has been stolen.Message begins.Hiya, lad. I miss you so much, and I wish you could be here now, but I'll have to wait.Do you know, all I have on right now is my knickers. They are white cotton knickers with a thin band of lace around the top. They cover the glorious curves of my large cheeks, and hide the aroused blushing my skin is racing with. And I'm thinking about you.I wonder, would you like to see me? Do you...

Cum knickers

The other day, I was walking around town wearing a short mini skirt a nice short pleated one and a strappy top which was kind of struggling to hold my boobs in. I was wearing a nice pair of knickers which had a cute pattern on and really comfortable to wear. I was getting horny under the sun and seeing quite a few girls in short skirts which with the odd few managed to get a good upskirt view, some of the girls were wearing really cute panties, a couple had decided to go commando. I met up with...

Two Mistresses knickers

I had arranged to see a mistress, it had been a long time since I'd done this. When I arrived I was shown into a room and saw another lady sat there, I was told that this other "mistress" was here to watch and maybe help out.I was told to undress, I stood there naked in front of them both, my cock was growing, it seemed even naughtier that there were two of them looking at my naked body and half erect cock. I was handed a pair of lacey knickers and told to put them on - as I pulled them up I...

Leanne s Knickers

There’s no denying it, I fancy Leanne and I have done the whole time that I’ve know her. We’re old school friends that have reconnected thanks to Instagram. She’d been posting to her ‘story’ and I’d sent the odd reply to her in the hopes of striking up some conversation. Eventually we’d began messaging each other almost daily and I have to admit that I’d become quite impatient waiting for her replies because I looked forward to them. Leanne’s messages were exciting to receive and always gave me...

Red Dress No Knickers

Red Dress no Knickers. Dinner. Posh restaurant, dark, lots of heavy drapes, black and red, velvet tablecloths and seat covers. Large black candles on floor mounted candelabra provide the seductive illumination. A 20’s theme night. A pleasant murmur of conversation pervades the room, the actual voices and content muffled by the heavy furnishing. The clientele are very obviously affluent; there is an undercurrent of decadence often brought about by gatherings such as this. All of the ladies are...

I Found My Soaked Knickers

My husband decided to run off with a young girl from his work. The divorce settlement was to my advantage; I got the house, and a car.For the first few years, everything was great, except for my sex life. I made several purchases of 'toys' that I kept hidden in the back of my knicker drawer under my underwear. These seemed to be enough for me for the time being...I used one or two of them a couple of times a week. One Monday morning, as I was getting the dirty clothes ready for the washing...

Young guy rsquo s quest to have my used knickers

Ben and his two pals were on holiday here for a few weeks, earlier in the summer. By the last week of their holidays his two mates were hopelessly lost in holiday romances. As for the rest of their holiday? well you can guess...! He looked an increasingly lonely figure for the last week or so, and the shine he had taken to me earlier at the beach seemed to be his only brightness as he took every chance to chat me up, during which amid other flattery, he told me that he had already noticed me...

Caught in her knickers

Looking back, it was only a matter of time before I got caught dressed in my wife's lingerie.I have loved dressing up ever since my early teens when I first discovered the delights of dressing in my mum's underwear. Although I have gone for long periods abstaining from dressing, the truth is that I am addicted to wearing lingerie. So, I will always return to it. My particular favourite is to wear retro underwear like french knickers, slips, basques, fully fashioned nylons and the like.My...

I Love wearing stockings with no knickers

And my husband loves me to go out like that too. I love it when I go out with my husband wearing stockings, garter belt, heels and no knickers, it is such a turn on, for me, for him, and for the guys that I decide to share our secret with.Long skirts, long dresses, short skirts and short dresses, shaven or hairy, it does not matter. After I have had a drink or two to loosen up, I love to first show my stocking tops and then to maybe open my legs slightly to put those guys watching into a bit of...

My friends Moms Knickers

I ran into my friends Mom the other day, she still great she is about 55 now. That got me thinking about when I was 14 or 15 and I used to stay at my friends house all the time. I always fancied his mom she was so sexy, short blonde hair, curvy figure, big boobs and a big ass. I remember going to the toilet in his house. I was in the bathroom and I was just about to leave and then I noticed a pair of his Moms knickers on the floor, so of course being a young lad I couldnt resist, I picked them...

Delta OriginalChapter 18 Knickers

An interesting development occurred this week. The faeries believed they needed to pay for the homes, but they didn’t know-how. Sparky informed Lee of the problem. During lunch, Lee was talking to Sandra and Debora when Deb winged about the quality of lingerie in the replicator. She wished she had her silk knickers back. Kyle added that he missed his silk boxer shorts. That afternoon Lee scrounged through the library for lingerie patterns and printed a heap of patterns out. The next...

Knickers

This story only available on Lush Stories. If you are reading it elsewhere, it has been stolen. Message begins. Hiya, lad. I miss you so much, and I wish you could be here now, but I’ll have to wait. Do you know, all I have on right now is my knickers. They are white cotton knickers with a thin band of lace around the top. They cover the glorious curves of my large cheeks, and hide the aroused blushing my skin is racing with. And I’m thinking about you. I wonder, would you like to see me? Do...

One Hand In My Knickers

This story only available on Lush Stories. If you are reading it elsewhere, it has been stolen.Message begins:"Where are you? I need you to answer....Pick up?...Please?Oh, come on! I need you. I'm so hot, and I've got one hand in my knickers right now. I'm in the toilets, and I'll have to be quiet if anybody comes in. Pick up, dammit!Mmm...Oh, lad, where the fuck are you? Why can't you be there? My hand is all wet and sticky, and I'm smearing my juice on my fingers, and rubbing my clit. Oh...

Sniffing Her Dirty Knickers

Last night i went out to meet my friends for a few drinks and spend a night getting drunk. When i got to the pub to meet them they were alreay drunk and i was still sober.My friend was dressed casualy and wanted a pair of jeans and shoes but as he was drunk he couldnt drive his car back. He gave me his keys and told me to drive to his house and pic his jeans and shoes up and not to worry as his parents were away for the weekend.I turned up at his house and walked into his room to get his jeans...

Misty s Magic Knickers

The pretty redhead with the deep green eyes saw the multicolored box right out on the table in the outdoor market out of the corner of her eyes and it drew her attention like a magnet to true North. She pretended to be looking at something entirely different because she didn’t want the old man with the hooked nose to think she was interested in the strange item sitting out all alone on a large table with no other items closer than an arm’s length away. She looked closely at an egg-beater that...

Back To College Knee high Socks and No Knickers

Danielle perused her latest balance sheet, as she relaxed in her plush office at DC Lingerie. Emma, her PA, was massaging her shoulders, relieving what little knots had formed after her session in the gym. “Looking good?” asked Emma. “Yes, hosiery is up 33% on this time last year.” “Hmmm… you’re a genius baby.” “Thank you Emma,” said Danielle, stroking her friend’s hand as her fingers brushed the side of her neck. “I was thinking Danielle…” Danielle looked up at her sexy assistant. “Come and...

French tourist getting blackmailed by a local girl

It was such a warm day in Pangkor lsland, an island off the coast of Malaysia in South East Asia. Francesca Marceau was a French tourist staying all by herself in a motel. She rented a motel room, over-facing a large beach all by herself. Unlike other holiday resort parts of Malaysia, this one was one of the least crowded, for any season at any time. Francesca Marceau was an attractive French Brunette who bore a strong resemblance to that French actress from that hit 70s British sitcom Mind...

French Dressing

French Dressing Chapter One: Mr Fox Everything I am I owe to Mr Fox. That is such a strange statement that I suppose I will have to explain it. See, when I went to secondary school I went to a single-sex school. That's slightly odd in its self, I know, but that's how things were organised where I lived. And for the first two years Mr Fox was both our form master and our English teacher. And for most of that time nothing out of the ordinary happened. And as for me, well I was...

Annie Loses Her Knickers

My name is Ruth. I hate that name. It makes me sound so Jewish. The fact that I am Jewish has nothing to do with it. It is just the way it comes out, so utterly harsh and brittle. I can't tell you the jokes about "Baby Ruth" that haunted me in elementary school. I don't look Jewish at all. The nonsense of being what your name is makes me want to puke. That is why I changed my name to Annie when we moved to New Jersey. I feel that as Annie I have a whole new world in front of me. Now I...

French Kiss

November 1995 Montreal, CanadaThe envelope was addressed in bold print and looked quite official. It said: Miss Elizabeth St. Jacques 9373 Maurice-Duplessis Boulevard #16 Montreal, QC, H1E 6P2 Lizzy glanced at the return address. It was from some lawyer in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania named Mr. Ben Foster. Lizzy had never heard of him. She was more interested in getting indoors, out of the cold, than in investigating the contents of the envelope. And so she did, dropping the letter and the rest...

French Lessons

Thanks go to Anne Baker for the French help and editing. French Lessons - by Couture (c)2002 After I'd finished my morning laps in the pool, I dried off, walked inside, tossed my towel on the arm of the sofa and proceeded to make myself a healthy shake. Sophie, the maid, walked in tisking to herself and eyeing me dubiously, as she picked up my towel, "?a alors, il ne ramasse jamais, celui-la," she muttered in her heavily accented voice. I used to wonder what she was saying. ...

FRENCH VACATION

Sandy looked up from the books broken open on her desk. One hand with spread fingers pressed down two books open at the same time. The books were new and revolting against staying open. Her other hand had a pencil poised in her hand. The way she held the pencil had always seemed awkward to everyone. It was like a fist with the pencil butt going straight into the air."Honey, you have been studying all day on your birthday. Let me talk to my daughter for at least five minutes to wish her happy...

French Maid

French Maid: There was a song I used to listen to growing up by the Animals called "The House of the Rising Sun". I particularly remember "it's been the ruin of many a poor boy and God I know I'm one". The song came back to me as I was thinking about my career trajectory after leaving university and more particularly how I came to work in our local French restaurant. I had come back from university like most students with a large overdraft. Not only that but my father had passed...

French This

"Suddenly, I'm in the mood for finger food." [ ... hmmm, let me back up to the beginning of 'lunch'.] The mingy, fine-grained blacktopped parking expanse was nearly esurient. To be expected, considering the adjuratory rain had just ceased. Now, the freshly-paved fragrance of the warming asphalt violated my nasal cilia. An assiduous sun sent an increasing number of highly charged photonic javelins thru the reluctantly scattering cloud cover. After momentarily admiring the effect from my...

French Class

Oh, look at me, getting way ahead of myself. My name is Will, and I’m a freshman in high school. I’m not that popular, but my friends are. Its sort f weird like that, but it’s because I played football at my high school starting in 7th grade, and that gives you certain credibility at our school. I wasn’t the superstar or anything, but I was noticed for two things: my height and my last name. No, I’m not a giant; in fact I’m not that short, but whatever. I’m 5’6 and 140 lbs, most of that being...

French film audition part 3

A few days passed after the beach incident. James hadn't spoken to his family and didn't have the opportunity. He was enjoying being on holiday. It was the first time he had left America. He was staying in his own room within a large warehouse in France. The three men who was producing the movie he was going to be starring in were around but nothing sexual had happened. James had been treated well, given good food and money to spend on new clothes and for his time in France. He was assured...

At last Up North and Lisa loses her knickers

We arrived on the stroke at 21:15, and all the fun began, on the bus ride into the camp, with my niece Lisa, losing her knickers, before we even arrived at the hostel.We arrived at the train station and were met by some old friends, I had been keeping in touch with, over the years since my last stay, you can read about them in my story about myself and my mother, in the sauna, something Karol and Lisa knew about, so both girls were on a high, on the way up.We were of course way up North,...

Baggy Knickers

Inspired by a newspaper article about an old lady spotted in delicato in her own garden. I heard an anguished yelp alongside a footpath. The wooded area surrounding the ancient but seemingly occupied old house was pretty dense, so I couldn’t see anything immediately. Initially not knowing the area, I had been surprised to see a brand new white, Smart car up against a building through some once ornate closed gates. I had carried on following the way marked signs indicating my log distance hike...

French Lessons

Introduction: A reunion with a former French teacher ends in a new lesson. It was during my first summer holiday since Id gone to university when it happened. I had gone into town one Saturday afternoon to get some CDs, when I saw walking down the street towards me my French teacher from school. Generally I didnt really like meeting my old teachers, it was always a bit odd being treated normally by people who had been authority figures for me only a short time ago, and even if Mrs. Woodcock...

French Lady And Me Traveled Together And Made Love

Hi, I’m 29 years old and first time sharing my experience here. I am athletic and wheatish 5.78 ft height. This experience was 2 years back, when I first meet had my experience. Though it was 2 weeks of intense session with a lady from France but it was my life time experience. Still cherish to have. I work as travel advisory agent and joined a small company in Bangalore. It was my first job in Travel since I loved to visit different places but unfortunately I didn’t had opportunity to have a...

French Lessons

I first saw the ad on the internet French Lessons I first saw the ad on the internet.? The website was a listing of Dominant Women on the West Coast.?? Since I live in LosAngeles, I was checking out the pictures and information on local dominants.? The one that caught my attention was unique.? Madame Darcy was based in Paris.? Her ad stated that she traveled to LosAngeles frequently and had family here.? She required a slave/servant.? She wanted ownership of a slave who would serve...

French Niece Chapter 4 New York City Fall 2004

I was thirty-seven that Autumn, a lifelong bachelor who had been slowly becoming set in my ways, and so I found the arrival of Amelie and her continuing presence both a trial and a pleasure. It was a joy to have a teenager in the house, with her youthful view of the world allowing me to experience life through a youngster's fresh eye. But I had to also put up with her immaturity and her arrogance, combined with an anti-Americanism that threatened our uneasy peace almost from day one....

French Maid

My fifteen-year-old daughter Dominique was even sexier that her mother had been. Since her mother’s death two years ago Dominique has been a handful to say the least. My hands were tied and I was at my wits end. I couldn’t beat Dominique as much as she deserved and I couldn’t put her into foster care either. As a last resort my sister promised to straighten her out and return her to me in a few months. I had my doubts but I had no other choice but to take her up on her offer. So I...

FRENCH BOY WITH IRANIAN BOY

FRENCH BOY WITH IRANIAN BOY Hello every one….I am going to tell my real story…my name is Enzo from Nice-France…my family newly converted to Islam…and we now migrated to Montreal-Canada…I am 16 years old…quite slim and well looking….5’8″ tall…white in complextion and my Cock size is not that great…its about 5″ long… There I was…. sitting in one of my classes…. I was scanning the faces of the Boys in my class and in my school….when my eyes fell upon one Indian boy….he looks few years older then...

French Lessons

It was during my first summer holiday since I'd gone to university when it happened. I had gone into town one Saturday afternoon to get some CDs, when I saw walking down the street towards me my French teacher from school. Generally I didn't really like meeting my old teachers, it was always a bit odd being treated normally by people who had been authority figures for me only a short time ago, and even if Mrs. Woodcock (she was French, but had married an English guy) was far more attractive...

French Kisses

Copyright © 1998 by sandman I was born in 1935 in Lyons, France. It was a very bad time to be a Frenchman, it was a very bad time to be a child. All around me the great post-war depression raged and people whispered in hushed tones that the winds of war were echoing through the hills again. And at the age of four, war did indeed arrive sweeping away the last remnants of my childhood innocence for war cares nothing of such things. My Papa, a great and noble man, spoke soothing words to...

French Connection

If you have checked my profile you know I am a well endowed black 27y.o. trucker. Recently I was driving through a pretty rural part of Quebec east of Quebec City, definitely not many , if any black folks.A car was passing me and I looked down into the car, as I often due and it was a middle aged couple. She was an average build for her age, a little heavy but pretty woman and she was looking up at me and gave me a big smile and then turned to her husband and said something. He slowed and they...

French Dressing 2

FRENCH DRESSING 2 CHAPTER 1 The new girl Sami was waiting for me in the arrivals area. We rushed to one another and embraced, exchanging kisses on the cheeks. "Come on Babette, let's get you home." Eventually we got off the Metro and walked a few hundred metres along the Boulevard St Germain. I inhaled the sights and smells of the city, I longed to admire every shop, I gazed into every cafe. But Sami dragged me along and up a small side-street to a little courtyard. "Here...

French Maid Part 2

French Maid Part 2: I looked at the girl my mother had just created in the mirror struggling to connect with the fact that the girl I was looking at was in fact me, a boy, a lost boy, a completely lost boy... I looked at the girl in the mirror, her fishnet encased legs, her half slips and her bra. I looked up at her perfectly made up face, her lipstick painted lips, her long blonde hair in a ponytail. Boys just didn't look like this. I looked at the girl in the mirror and concluded...

French film audition

James had short dark hair, an athletic body from sports he played in high school. He had a faint set of abs. He was six foot one in height and was very handsome. He had girlfriends in the past but was single. He had always been the sporty type in high school but he had recently wanted to change that. He had a desire to start acting classes. He wanted to be a big actor like you see in the movies. He had an audition booked for tomorrow at 2pm. The movie was a French film. He did not really...

Step sisters knickers

One weekend i came home to visit my mums house, and by chance my stepdads daughter was staying over too. I dont get to see my step-sister very often but have fantasized about her before and have always thought about her knickers!! She had a habit of leaning forward and showing her knicker line off!! She was 20 back then, slightly chubby with pale skin, and has straight red hair and a freckly face.She had driven the long road up to our house from london so that night she went straight to bed....

French Lesson Ch 04

Anyway, it’s late in the day and they are by the lilly encrusted lake on a blanket. The scent of the raspberry ripple roses heady and heavy, compounded by the full bloom that he is using to lazily caress her body. Brushing her nipples, thighs, neck, everywhere. His hand is moving the stem almost reflexively. She is on her back, hands behind her hair, one leg raised, open to him. Her only garment, again his shirt, undone. He lies beside her, head propped up on his hand, admiring the view....

French Lessons

It was during my first summer holiday since I’d gone to university when it happened. I had gone into town one Saturday afternoon to get some CDs, when I saw walking down the street towards me my French teacher from school. Generally I didn’t really like meeting my old teachers, it was always a bit odd being treated normally by people who had been authority figures for me only a short time ago, and even if Mrs. Woodcock (she was French, but had married an English guy) was far more attractive...

French Class

It was just another day, besides one fact. You had a D- in French, and your mom was pissed. She had said "If you EVER want to see anything but the WALLS of your ROOM you will go and get some EXTRA CREDIT!" So here it was, after school, and you were seeking some extra credit. Sadly, your French teacher wasnt the steriotypical hot, erotic kind. Mind you, she didnt look horrible, but she wasnt the hottest of the hot. She had about C-cup tits, and a rather large ass, a bit out of your...

French Poodle Sissy 1

My name is Clinton Crayle, and I'm a very different kind of Private Eye. My fee is a Thousand Dollars a day, and I'm seldom out of work. My specialty is untangling the kinky sex lives of the very rich. My clients know my discretion is absolute and I guarantee my results. So if you're rich and in a jam, come to see me. Elise Bentley did.... "I've lost my husband and wonder if you might be able to find him for me?" Elise Bentley, in an expensive dress accentuated by even more...

French Woman s Ordeal

French Woman?s Ordeal Part 1By Sonya Esperanto [email protected]:It was a hot day in Pattaya, Thailand. It was summer time. The locals were running around, with hats on their heads, and here they watch the Western tourists, walking around. Foreigners from Scandinavia love Thailand?s heat.Claire was walking around. Claire was an attractive woman, originally from Bretagne, somewhere in the West Coast of the France, that faced the Atlantic Ocean. She stood at 6 feet tall, with...

French Lessons

© 2002 Couture After I'd finished my morning laps in the pool, I dried off, walked inside, tossed my towel on the arm of the sofa and proceeded to make myself a healthy shake. Sophie, the maid, walked in tisking to herself and eyeing me dubiously, as she picked up my towel, "Ça alors, il ne ramasse jamais, celui-la," she muttered in her heavily accented voice. I used to wonder what she was saying. Then one day I looked up some of the words in an English to French...

One Hand In My Knickers

This story only available on Lush Stories. If you are reading it elsewhere, it has been stolen. Message begins: ‘Where are you? I need you to answer. … Pick up? … Please? Oh, come on! I need you. I’m so hot, and I’ve got one hand in my knickers right now. I’m in the toilets, and I’ll have to be quiet if anybody comes in. Pick up, dammit! Mmm… Oh, lad, where the fuck are you? Why can’t you be there? My hand is all wet and sticky, and I’m smearing my juice on my fingers, and rubbing my clit. Oh...

Aunt s knickers

When I was very young I used to stay with my aunt, who was quite a stern career woman and the one who made the money in the house. She had huge tits and often wore a tight white shirt with her trouser suit, which for me as a boy was too much; I would often sit there staring at those luscious big boobs while she walked around the house giving my uncle a hard time, then nip off to the toilet for a quick wank. Anyway, one evening, bored, while walking around the house, I made a discovery. She was...

Step sister with no knickers

No dont get your hopes up not a threesome, although the thought of me fucking my step sister while my wife is fucked by her hubby is quite a turn on.The other day Lisa called round for an evening of fun and food....oh yes drink too.Her and her hubby turned up with a box of red wine some lovely chocolates and she with a beaming smile. She was wearing a slinky dress very very tight and didnt leave anything to the imagination. Knee length, and low cut. She walked in the door and she kissed me on...

Inside Auntie Val s Knickers

We were strict in our family. What I mean is we all had to keep our sexual activities to ourselves, pretending to each other that we were celibate! My sister used to either have to wait until she thought the house was empty to bring a man back and satisfy herself, or go to a hotel or secluded spot to get her panties off. And whenever I had sex with Linda, my first girlfriend, we used to have to do it on the floor so that my sister wouldn't hear my bed creak as we fucked each other like crazy -...

Rose s Dirty Knickers

My older Auntie Rose was a bit of a drinker. I never saw her quite drunk, mind you, but she had the reputation of having quite the "hollow leg". When she lived with us in our house at the end of Pokebottom Mews, she was always entertaining all sorts of strange men with varying degrees of mute adoration of her nylon clad legs. My mum told me that Aunt Rose had "lost" her true love when they were a lot younger and were both walking out with different young lads from the area. My mum met me da...

TNWS01 The Girl With The Voice of an AngelChapter 8 Look Ma No Knickers

After spelling out to everyone what the letters C ... O ... N ... stood for Shona turned to Chris and Tammy and asked, “So, when did this happen? And is this why you guys have been so quiet?” Tammy looked at Chris then looked at Shona and replied with, “Our parents have just registered themselves and us as Clothing Optional Nudists. We can officially object if we want but it is expensive. Or we can just wait until we turn sixteen and legally decide for ourselves.” Shona looked at them both...

French Lessons 1

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All right, I guess it was my fault, as it was my idea that got us into the situation that ended with me getting fucked by a complete stranger and both of us experiencing sex that we had never had before.No longer in our youth we prefer restful holidays in the warm. This time we were in the south of France as Billy was going to retire before long and we were considering buying a holiday home in the area. We were staying in a very nice hotel out of town and while it had its own pool it was only a...

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Day 3. Sunday.After the exertions of the previous evening we slept well and woke late. We had missed breakfast at the hotel so we rang room service and they sent over a tray of continental breakfast - croissants and rolls with a pot of tea (for me) and coffee (for him) which we devoured.The day was another lovely one and it was still very warm. Being a Sunday there was very little to do as everything was closed so we went back to the beach, not really expecting a repeat of the previous day but...

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I was only 24 when I was sent to Jersey for three months to learn all about Stock Broking. I had left school at 17 and had joined a Shipping Agent company but the shipping business had collapsed with the use of the containers, and the company had to concentrate on its Investment Trust work. I was met at airport by the Managing Director who took me directly to the person who had agreed to put me up for three months. She was the widow of a director who had died some four months previously, from...

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Lucy lived a quiet life, simple and typical of a young girl in the French countryside during 1860. Sighing, Lucy set down her needlework and went outside her father's tiny cottage, looking at the flowers. How beautiful they were as they reached toward the sun on this early spring day! She would have to pick some of the budding blooms for Papa later.She smiled, leaning down and smelling some of the daffodils. Her Papa was her dearest friend. Indeed, her only friend. They lived miles away from...

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He paid no attention to her as she entered the room. He was used to the help being around him while he worked. He paid all of them well enough to do their work without bothering him. The maid would simply clean the room and then leave. Her perfume smelled different today, more like that of a young woman then someone who was fifty years old. This caused him to look up. In front of him was a very good looking woman, about 30 years old with a great body. She was wearing a maids outfit with a hem...

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