Actually, the miserable feeling was into its fourth day, driving me crazy. You must have been only six or seven last time I saw you. At least. I suppose it must be. How time flies. Warning, this sex story was written as an adult fantasy.
Involving older women or men, our mature stories posts appeal to people who enjoy an experienced hand in the bedroom. There's nothing like sex with an older partner to get up to speed with the finer arts involved in love making. Younger guys are sure to love the milf stories. This is a story about how I took my daughter's boyfriend away from her. Now you are probably saying to yourself "How could you do such a thing to your own daughter? But before you rush to judgment on my parenting skills, let me tell you a little something about my sweet, loving daughter. Stacy is a seventeen-year-old, hateful, spoiled rotten little bitch.
I just moved to Canada when this happened. I was 19 years old and they put me with a host family for the first 2 weeks until I found a place of my own. When I first moved in with the host family, I appreciated how beautiful Canadian women are. This lady is married to a guy twice my size and had two kids. Even though I liked her so much, I did not think I had a chance.
First, let me own up. I am a mature man, yet ever since I was young and saw a gorgeous mature buxom lady wearing a girdle and fucking a guy on top, I have maintained a fetish to for plump mature women with big floppy tits wearing open crotch girdles and no underwear …oh yes, and they should have a lovely hairy cunt. So when a friend, who owned a fashion and shoe shop for shall we say, mature women, found out that I was semi retired she asked if I could help her for two days a week, who was I to argue? I told her that I had no experience.