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Pat had recently become a widow and was a still a very young looking fifty year-old woman. Lonny’ s illness had lingered on for two years and her physical needs had not been met. She put her needs aside as she lovingly cared for her dying husband.

It was now six months since the funeral and she was ready to get on with her life. Her girls had both moved on to start their careers and Pat still had her career as an lab technician with a local ceramics company.

She had walked her basset hound earlier so they could both get a little exercise. After getting a shower, she settled down in front of the fireplace in her bathrobe with her latest romance novel and a glass of sherry.

Can gray afternoon be colored when loneliness is here?

Last night I was alone in the room and began to think of Ulla (a sweet Swedish girl I met in July) and as I did, I felt a slight tingling sensation between my legs. I turned on the TV and laid my hot body on my bed to rest from the long day, when the phone rang.

“Hello,” I said.

“Hey Vicky. Maria, Katia and I are going to dinner, you coming’?” said the voice on the other end. It was my friend Flora.

I thought for a second…”You know what, I think I’ll rest here for now. I’m really tired, I had a long day and I still have half a pizza left from last night. I’ll just heat it up if I get hungry,” I responded and hung up.

She shares a little toy surprise.

Running his fingers through her short, slightly purple-colored hair he asks with a smirk, “I love the color, is it natural?”

Lifting his free hand she places it on her pounding chest. Urging him to drift south she purrs in return, “Why don’t you find out for yourself?”

Clenching her silky soft hair in his fist he slides his other hand across her stiffening nipple, giving it a gentle pinch. As he pulls her in for a passionate kiss he slides his hand down her belly and cups the dampening mound between her shaking thighs. “Hmm, I think you need to sit down.” He says. “Let me clear a space for you.”

And handles herself very well.

Minutes passed after Glenn left before I realized that I”d been hanging over the back of the sofa with this ridiculously huge grin on my face. I raised my arms overhead for a long, luxurious stretch and lowered them, causing my chest to rise up for a moment. Still smiling, I looked at my bare breasts and shimmied the “ladies” proudly.

“How lovely you are!” I thought to myself. “And our blond-boy sure knows how to make us all feel so good!”

The memory of last night brought with it a jolt of energy that would not let me sit still. Throwing my blanket aside, I got up from the sofa and stretched again. This time, the sensation of muscles releasing their tension spread through my entire body from toes to head. Even my pussy was feeling moist and inviting again! Sensuously, I pressed my hips forward, placed one hand just above my bush and twirled the thick curls around my fingers. Sighing deeply, I almost couldn”t believe how good my body felt. Then it dawned on me that I was still buck naked from my adventures in house-sitting. All in one night I”d gone from studious good-girl to fabulous fuck-friend and exhibitionist and whatever that old man across the street came up with! I laughed aloud as I remembered how good my friend was, and especially how good the fucking was!

A few hours of a hot day.

SEVERAL OF MY PHOTO albums were scattered about the bed. Best of Leg Show was opened to a story about two women wearing girdles, stockings and garters who were teasing a young man with their lingerie and dirty talk. Rear View featured brunette Anita in her crop top bending forward on her bed to display her glorious ass. I picked chubette blonde Charlene in the shower

from Favorite Girls, Vol. 1. The bras and girdle pages in the Lingerie Album were readily available, too.

I was sprawled back against my pillows, pipe and cigarettes nearby, a drink and some snacks handy. My preferred lotion and some towels were there along with my vibrator and cock ring. I wore black nylon briefs and my blue silk kimono, dark nylon stockings and a garter belt. I felt hot, horny, ready for an excellent, leisurely, intensely stoned jack off session.

Whispering sweet somethings in Mark’s ear as he dreams.

Kay sat in her apartment thumbing through her large leather bound book searching for Mark”s address.

“Ahh, here it is,” she muttered to herself as her long sinewy finger traced the ink on the page, she pinched her breast feeling the small nub harden. Her clit twitched as she thought of visiting him tonight. A raw and primitive urge made her quiver as she thought of the sweet tenderness of his kiss. Closing the book and placing it back beside the monitor she snapped her fingers and gathered a white satin lacey nightgown and placed it on her computer desk so she would be able to quickly summon it once she got to Mark”s apartment. Her thoughts were racing, the strange surge of affection she felt for Mark frightened her, what had happened to the levelheaded young woman of yesterday? Had she somewhere gained a conscious?