wendyk52: Stories

It's Diana," I corrected him, "just call me Diana." He got his boxes and bags moved into the basement, and then he came up to see the rest of the house. "Where's your husband?" Dion asked. "I wanted to thank him, also." "Oh, he's out of the house," I breezily replied. "He's a senior engineer for an oil company. He's always off setting up new sites, so he's away a lot, sometimes for weeks at a time. He won't be back for at least another week."

I'm proud of the fact I've maintained a 34c-29-35, 129 pounds figure on my 5'6" frame, although I know I'm no model. I have a high sex-drive, though, and having a husband away from home over half the time doesn't help that situation.

I purposely bent over giving him a peak down my blouse. As I stood up, I could see a big smile on his face.

the officer was a tall, young muscular black man that matched his deep voice.

'Friendly Wendy'. Indeed a lot of them will also remember me affectionately as 'Bendy Wendy'. Ca

the boys had walked past her house many times, watching her working in the yard With no bra

mature woman surveyed the swimming pool area at her holiday hotel looking over the top of her sunglasses. She was elegantly draped across a sun lounger, her long toned legs shown off to their fullest.

He let his eyes drop once again to the generous cleavage she was displaying. 'I wonder if she even knows her blouse is unbuttoned that far down?' he thought. He hoped not, for it was giving him an almost unobstructed view, clear to her nipple.

Their eyes can only tell me one thing and that’s either they liked the color panties she was wearing or that she wasn’t wearing any at all. She walks back to the car, gets in and slowly drives away.

I moved out of my parents house right after graduation and my teacher's salary didn't cover all the bills so I had a weekend job delivering for Papa John's. I was surprised by the name on the delivery slip as Wendy R. at room 240,