JAX: Stories

I was thinking I should be going home but the thought of spending another night with my wife was not a pleasant one. It wasn't that she was ugly or anything, quite the reverse in fact for even after twenty years and two lovely girls she was even more beautiful than on our wedding day. It was just that she was so cold, she never was into sex even when we were first married and how we ever got two children was a bit of a mystery.

She was only wearing a pair of knickers and suspender belt underneath; her superb breasts didn't need any support. With her dress lying like a puddle at her feet I reached around and cupped her breasts.

I'd been thinking about getting a tattoo for some time, nothing big or fancy, perhaps a small heart on my upper arm

I often remembered the dresses my first wife wore and that would spark off other memories.

caretaker at a girls school get to 'talk to' the young snotties

There was a lot of commotion as the sixteen raw female recruits scuttled about. At last, they were all in place standing to attention at the end of their bunks

At this point, I forgot Frank was watching and unzipped her dress at the back and it dropped to her feet. All she was wearing underneath was a small bra and knickers. These soon followed, along with my T-shirt and jeans.

All for one and one for all

I stopped mid stride and just watched. Slowly as I watched they went from vertical to horizontal, her legs flopped open and Colin moved between them.

I have some stories that are too short to be posted on their own so i put three together. two of these stories have pictures that go with them.