Sexy Scribe

My wife Becky and I are in the middle of the 1930s and have been together 11 years and we are madly in love with each other. Let me talk to you about Becky. She’s always been beautiful. She essentially kept her figure 36-26-36 throughout our marriage and kept it by walking several miles a day almost every day. Her crystal blue eyes, which shine when she smiles, are what attracted me to her with this voluptuous body. These attributes with long blond hair and round ass attracted the attention of many passers-by, both male and female. Becky is absolutely amazing and she is told that by foreigners, especially men, no matter when she comes out in public.

How things change with every decade that passes us goodbye. I was born in the late 1950s and grew up as a rock music magnet and long hairy strips of the time. I grew up when the girls wore short mini skirts and pants were more than a rarity so the standard if you want to look at the guys. My parents had their hands full of me, but I never really caused them pain until I was 17. I remember I was in Grade 11 and he was in Spring break. At the time, I had never heard of the great adventures of Spring break that today’s children know well. All I knew was that we had a few weeks off and I wanted to do something fun instead of sitting and letting go for two weeks. He was my best friend Kelly who brought me the paper that would eventually change my whole life. In the entertainment section was a review that one of my favorite bands of all time would play in our convention center room on Saturday night that was exactly halfway through the Spring break holiday.

Over the last ten years, I have come from a gentle, innocent, extremely naive 18 years of the Bible belt to, with the possible exception of my aunt Sally, the best cock and pipe artist to find. I left the house when I was 18 to go to college in South California. My parents were very strict; My father is a Baptist pastor and my mother teaches the summer school and leads the church choir. They only agreed to go to school if I stayed with my aunt Sally, who lived in some college blocks. Sally was only ten years older than me, but had a master’s degree in library science with a minor in economics. Mom and Dad approved it and felt that she, despite only 28 years old, would be a guardian fit for their sweet virgin girl. As we didn’t know.

Ted and Janie didn’t plan what happened at the last wake-up. They didn’t plan to bring the New Year An as they did.

They haven’t been to a New Year’s party for years. Since their oldest daughter, Ellie was twelve, they decided that she could baby sit their two young girls, Tina, nine and Kandy, five. Of course they told her they’d pay her. They felt it was fair, because they could be out most of the night and after all it was the awakening of years.

I caught Tina cheating on me six months ago and I was going to leave the wedding. Tina cried a lot and confessed to several things and somehow I was shot by what she said and we had the most intense sex ever. I always knew Tina was a bitch.

Since we played this game where Tina goes out every weekend and pretends she was fucked by a guy in the bar. When she comes home, she tells me about a guy who picked her up and how they fucked like crazy. It was fun and she was more verbal about it. Tina is 5-3" 145 (a bit round but firm) black hair and a very nice set of breasts. Tina is Italian and has these sexy Italian features.

It was too obvious.

But I stopped. I haven’t taken a autostop since I was in college. I always thought a pretty girl standing on the side of the road with her thumb in the breeze had to have a 250-pound boyfriend in the bushes, ready to order my car at the knife point.

I see from a distance that you’re cute, your long brown hair whipping on your face in the wind. When I get closer, I can see your faint cuts, cut so short that the cheeks of your ass whip invitably.

Barb told the team that it would be last year. They had been an inspiration, given her confidence in herself. Some of them would continue to play, she hoped, but what she really knew was that they would all do positive things. Some might move and some would find new options to check. “Hey, girls. I went to basketball after the coaches shouted for years to keep my hands off the ball.” They were laughing. Carl was always surprised how she would have told them “bad” when she meant “bad.”

At home, Carl was torn between shock and confusion. Kathy? Sex? There was no claim that Barb had inferred otherwise. Barb would have taken the thoughts that were not sufficiently nailed. She couldn’t have projected teenage fantasies. She talked to Andrea and Kathy wouldn’t lie to her best friend. Barb had spoken with the knowledge that such things happen. Why shoot the messenger?

Fathers can’t think of their child, can they? It’s not natural. Maybe it’s biologically natural, but it’s not supposed to happen. It’s not fair! Everyone knows that. It’s wrong to make love together. Sex is something…

Like Barb’s work, the girls called him “Coach.” Carl was his assistant and the girls called him “Carl.” Barb knew soccer, knew how to make their butt work and love him. Barb could drop a corner at 5 feet from the net. Carl was not particularly athletic, but was happy to trotter, the promoter. “Nice pass, Heather. Look at the offspring, though.”

On the ground, Barb was also “Coach” in Carl. “You bet, Coach,” he would confirm that he drilled his band on the crossovers. “Not until you see the ball in the air!” said with certainty. He hoped the girls knew him himself. Barb, the ponytail pushed his cork back, gave him an inch.

Jimmy still didn’t know why he did what he did. He and Karen were out for a dinner and a little dancing when his little brother came.

Jimmy hasn’t seen him in three years. Ken was recently married, but it didn’t work and they split up. Only a year later. It was two years before.

Jimmy knew Ken didn’t really date someone since he spent most of his time on his work.