wendyk52: Stories

The first night, she masturbated to thoughts of getting nude in her car in the middle of a busy parking lot. She felt electrified, thinking of exposing herself in public and cumming as people passed by her car windows.

Wendy really missed her husband when he went away on business. Of course, the flip side of that meant that Wendy had complete freedom in doing anything and indulge in any behavior that she secretly enjoyed. Because Wendy had some very private secrets

I heard one boy say, "I'd fuck that slut's face so hard her teeth be rattling!" and the rest of them laughed.

Wendy was a school counselor with a desire for younger guys, and she had plenty to choose from. Wendy's biggest skill was being able to choose the guys that wouldn't tell. She didn't want the school board or her husband to find out.

On her five-foot-six frame, that looked good. Her ass was nice—round and reasonably firm, and her boobs stuck out nice and firm. They were perfect globes that looked good. She knew from the compliments she always received that there was no problem in that area.

As she sat in the sun, she saw the mystery boy from the other day sitting not to far away. She could see him glancing her way often. Now that she could see him closer, he was cute and his young body showed signs of growing into a well-built man.

Wendy had been cheating on her husband for a long time now. He was away working on oil rigs for weeks if not months at a time and Wendy had needs.

Neither of us spoke as he poured the coffee, his cock looked poker stiff and I was sitting with my kitty on display.

Paul's truck which had three seats in front and Wendy was in the middle, they hadn't gone far when Wendy hoisted her short skirt and started to finger her pussy, Chico noticed immediately, and said to Paul, " I think we might have a job on here buddy"

"boys play room" it got me curious if other woman near my age had the same fantasy so I went online and found a website. and chatted with some ladies and realized they did have the same fantasies. One woman named Wendy asked me if I had a room available to live out.