A frustrated wife and mother wakes up one night to find a hand stroking her bottom. Initially, she thinks it's her husband but, after a delightful few moments, she remembers with a jolt that he's away on business. There's only one other explanation, but something makes her hesitate...
When I was fourteen years old and found out that my sister Janice and her best friend Amber would be looking after me for the weekend, it was fair to say that I was excited. While I loved Janice, it was Amber who filled my briefs with joy. Even in my wildest dreams though, I didn't expect anything to happen. Maybe they just weren't wild enough?
another one that Dave started before his death, Maureen and i have got together to try and take it on, we both hope you like it, if the feedback is good, i promise we'll add to it.
A pitiful and wronged little woman when I forced her, a virtuous and gentle mother when she cooked and washed for me, a charming and passionate woman who was reluctant to give in bed. A friendly and considerate female boss in a beauty salon. A coquettish and unrestrained woman who was not shy and spoke dirty words naturally when men flirted with her in a leisure club. With so many facets of personality, which one is the real mother?