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I knocked at the door. The door opened against the chain. “Just a second,” she said. The door closed, chain sounds, then opened. She was about five and a half feet tall, fine honey brown hair, styled in a short bob. Had a nice figure. My best guess was she was in her early forties, but I’m not good at guessing ladies’ ages. She was wearing a red shirt-dress that buttoned down the front, tied off with a black patent belt. The dress ended just above her knees. She was wearing hose and black patent open-toed “fuck me” shoes complete with strap across the instep. She closed and locked the door… 阅读更多内容

I watched as she entered the bar. She wore a little black dress, hemline mid-thigh. Probably in her mid-thirties: she sported perky small breasts and a trim figure. Raven black hair and porcelain skin. She was petite so had to struggle a bit getting onto the bar stool. I enjoyed the brief view of skin above her thigh-highs. I smiled at her and she smiled back. With one look we both knew what the other wanted, and it wasn’t each other. She was definitely a Coyote, in pursuit of young, hard-bodied, six-packed men with lots of stamina. I was in pursuit of GILF’s. We struck up a conversation. Pr… 阅读更多内容

As she leaned over, her u-shaped collar dropped open. A beautiful view of her breasts for me to enjoy. This had been the third or fourth view for me to enjoy as I helped Mrs. Jackson clean up her garage. I tried to see down inside the cup of her bra, hoping to get a glimpse of a nipple. I suddenly realized she was looking up at me! I averted my eyes, but I knew it was too late. I knew she caught me. I could feel my face warming to a full blush. Ridiculous yes, but I was an 18 year old virgin waiting to ship out to the Army. "Were you looking down my shirt?" "Um, er, well no!" "Yes you were… 阅读更多内容