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One night late driving from work to my boyfriend at school… I followed a white truck. He didn’t pass fast so I him, and then he tried to pass me Turn on the light in his cab so I could see what he looked like. He was cute and I followed him for a while and decided what hell was going on, I passed him again and this time I did the same and waved to him as I passed. This wasn’t like me at all, I don’t know if it was just late and I was bored or what but I liked it. After a few minutes he passed again with his light on, but this time he pointed to something straight and drove through me. Then I was a resting place sign and knew what he wanted. My heart started pounding when I didn’t want to move on. I saw him blink. In my mind I wasn’t going to stop, but if I race closer my heart and I couldn’t stop pulling myself in and stopping next to his truck.

She looked good in what she had. The shape of her body suggested that she was very athletic.

Her top was cut low enough to show her cleavage in her beautifully proportioned breasts. When she bent over, they almost seemed to fall out.

The pants she was wearing were tight on her ass, screaming a little at her feet. She had a nice ass.

She kept following me at the gym. After I finished with a certain machine, I went through the room to work out another arm/shoulder muscle. After a minute she stood next to me. This happened several times.

I became a Hot Wife about five years ago at my divorced husband’s request. During my adventures as a Hot Wife, I discovered a desire for hot young dick. Tonight I wanted a young dick, so I peed for two hours and prepared myself for trial.

A sensual sensual hot oil bath followed by a quick session with my chrome ploughed dildo got the juices fluent and the nipples hard, let me say it put me in the right picture. Next came the wardrobe, the “special” Attire for special occasions like this.

Wow, how things change with every decade that pass us by. I was born in the late 50 and grew up with loving rock music and the long-haired tires of time. I grew up in the age where girls wore short skirts and pants more rarity than the norm if you wanted to look good for the boys. My parents had their hands full with me, but I never hurt them until I was 17. I remember being in the 11th grade and it came to Spring Break. That’s when I never heard of the big spring break adventures that kids today know so well. I just knew we had a few weeks off, and I wanted to do something nice instead of sitting around and let the two weeks slip away. It was my best friend. Kelly who brought me the paper cut that would change my whole life. There was a comment at the entertainment section that one of my favorite bands of all time would play at our convention center next Saturday night, which was exactly half the spring break.