The next morning was a free one for Victoria. She didn’t have an appointment until 1:00 in the afternoon, so she had the morning to pursue her other dream. Thanks to Tom she knew of a coffee shop Colin liked to frequent, so she packed up her laptop and headed out the door.
When she arrived at the coffee shop, she quickly realized why Colin liked it so much. It had a very cozy atmosphere and it didn’t seem to matter who you were or, on the other hand, who you weren’t. People were there to soak up the atmosphere and reflect. Victoria found a spot close to the door but in plain view so if Colin did come in, he couldn’t help but see her. Her table was a small one compared to the two plush upright armchairs at it. The table was clear of any clutter so she placed her laptop on the table and chose the chair facing the door, hoping he’d recognize her face if he chose that day to drop in. A waitress came over after a while. “Good morning. Welcome to Cathy’s Coffee. What can I get for you?” Victoria looked up from her work into a smiling face. The waitress was an older woman with brown hair. A touch of gray was at her temples. Read the rest of mature boobs free »
It turned out that Colin was everything Victoria had hoped and more. He was warm, very approachable, a flirt and every bit as handsome as he was on film, even more so. He looked a lot younger than his age of twenty-three, probably around nineteen or twenty. She was still a little concerned about how he treated the young girl he had been talking to before Victoria was introduced to him. She couldn’t help but wonder if she would be next to being swept off her feet and then dumped at the last minute.
She was real nervous about dancing with him, but she was glad that she had been practicing. She had even enrolled in a dance class to learn a few new dance steps. Colin was naturally a fabulous dancer and Victoria found herself actually keeping up with him. He made a comment about her dancing ability and she silently mused how he would have a good laugh if he knew she had been practicing just for him.
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Many years ago when I was in my late teens and at college, I had the dubious pleasure in trying to locate some cheap digs for myself. As this was well before the days of the cell phones that every student now seems to carry, finding the right type of accommodation involved an extremely technical process of wandering around on foot and ringing doorbells! I had been traipsing around for days in the blistering heat of the mid-summer sunshine and getting nowhere. All the decent rooms had already been taken, and the ones that were left were either way too expensive, or so horrible that I would not have been able to sleep for nightmares.
Sitting in the student bar early one evening after another unsuccessful day’s searching, I was joined by my friend, Frank. We exchanged the usual grunted greeting in that monosyllable language that only other teenagers seem to be able to understand. Frank asked why I looked so miserable, and I explained about my accommodation problem.
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My daughter insisted I take her and three of her friends out for a Valentine’s Day dinner celebration. It was also her friend Breann’s birthday. Since I had other commitments on Saturday the 14th, I agreed to take them out on Friday the thirteenth. The significance of the date didn’t cross my mind. I got home from work, still in suit and tie and cleaned up. My daughter and I got into the car and drove through the neighborhood, gathering the young ladies.
“Hello, Mr. Marcus.”
Breann was the only girl who acknowledged my presence with a direct greeting. She wore a long sleeve shiny red blouse and a knee-length pleated white skirt.
I learned en route by listening to the conversation of my passengers that Breann was the oldest of the pack, turning eighteen the next day, Valentine’s Day.
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My name is Jack and I have been seeing a woman named Sarah for a few months. All was going well and the sex was pretty good between us. The one problem was Sarah’s daughter, Krissy. Krissy had just turned eighteen and she was turning me on. She loved to parade around her mother’s house in belly shirts and tight jeans and shorts.
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I was heading to my car after leaving a formal function at a downtown theater. I wore a black lace and chiffon cocktail dress, with a modest vee neck, black stocking, black and gold heels and jewelry. It was a Saturday night about 11:30, I didn’t really want to go home to an empty house, and I wasn’t sure I wanted to go clubbing dressed the way I was.
I was almost to the parking garage when I say Danny coming out of a bar with friends. He looked at me and whistled and told me I looked fabulous. His friends agreed with him and that made me feel good. Danny came over and put an arm around me and kissed me, I hesitated then responded and Danny made this a passionate kiss. Danny was 23 and had graduated with my son and over the last couple of weeks, I had seen him several times, we talked about nothing and he often complemented me. He was young, good looking and fit. He was sexy and I was horny, but he was my son’s age. Then he kissed me again, long and passionate and I melted. Read the rest of mature gallery »
It had been a couple days since their big fight. Julie walked around the apartment in a daze, listening to the message Steve had left on the answering machine for the hundredth time. Her only solace came from the face that the fight had happened on the weekend. She didn’t feel like going to class. Hell, she didn’t feel like leaving the apartment - even though everything there seemed to remind her of Steve in some subtle way or another.
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Steve Thomas had been seeing his daughter’s former best friend, Julie, for a little over a week. They still couldn’t keep their hands off each other. The man who was old enough to be her father had “unofficially” moved in to her apartment, and she’d already had a set of keys cut for him. They were both still nervous as to what would happen once Steve’s daughter, Heather, found out about the relationship, but each time one of them would express doubts, the other insisted that everything would be alright. Read the rest of mature porn part 2 »
Glad to be leaving work early for the day, Steve Thomas walked to his car wearing his best navy suit. Forty-eight years old, Steve could easily be considered out of his prime. His ex-wife certainly thought so. It had been three years, but he still missed her company. She was the perfect fit for him in so many ways. Blonde where he was a graying brunette. Smoldering brown eyes in contrast to his blue-green. Sharp, exquisite beauty complimenting his proud, hair-covered jawline. Even their heights were perfect; her tall, curvy figure fitting nicely under the arm extending from his broad-shouldered, 6′3″ frame. Read the rest of mature porn part 1 »
When my parents broke up my mom and I moved out to California and I started high school with a bunch of kids I didn’t know. The first year was pretty awful and I longed to move back home to North Carolina with my dad. My mom had been awarded full custody of me since the judge didn’t like my dad much. See, my dad is a lawyer and he and the judge were not exactly friends. Over the course of the year my father appealed the judges’ decision and failed each time as my mom kept being ruled a fit mom who kept an eye on me. Read the rest of hard mature »
