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The first time I ever cheated on my husband was our wedding day. I’d actually thought I’d settle down then, temper my passions. I thought it’d be a fairly normal life ahead for me, but well. You see, I’d always liked his brother, who was serving as the best man.
Let me assure you. As far as I could tell he was the best man there that day.
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There is something, without a doubt, I’ve absolutely sinfully enjoyed about becoming a woman of experience. Of gaining those few extra years, that little extra delicious bit of know how and insight. That simply, darling, is the fact that I absolutely love, love, love being a milf.
Watching someone half my age look at me with his young eyes, fantasizing, thinking of pounding this ass, biting my tits, pumping his fresh virgin cock into my well loved and well used cunt even if he’s never felt a real vagina before, oh darlings it gives me such a thrill.
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You know with my oldest daughter getting ready to spread her wings, I’ve been thinking, the one thing in the world I’d like most right now is another girl or two to have the house filled with the clittering clatter of heels and the giggles of girls speaking of boys and makeups and all things feminine.
Of course…I do think nearing 40, I’m in little mood to have any more ********.
That doesn’t mean that someone with a slender enough frame can’t be made into a daughter.
Anyone want to be part of a better family, darlings?
Leslie
1-844-332-2639 Ext. 245
1-844-332-2639 Ext. 245
The first time I ever cheated on my husband was our wedding day. I’d actually thought I’d settle down then, temper my passions. I thought it’d be a fairly normal life ahead for me, but well. You see, I’d always liked his brother, who was serving as the best man.
Let me assure you. As far as I could tell he was the best man there that day.
1-844-332-2639 Ext. 245
Its the last day of school tommorow, I thought my wonderful darlings would like to hear how their naughty teacher is going to end her day. After the bright faces of my senior class go out into the world, fully fledged adults, I’m going to lean back on my desk.
I’m going to have a glass of red wine and smoke in my room, I love smoking with a cigarette holder, I love the feel of it as much as I love the rich creamy white gently and smoothly rolling past my lips and clouding the air.
I’m then going to give the first one of you I happen to play with an amazing time, in my class room, loud enough anyone can hear. But no more then a half an hour.
The captain of the football team is coming by for an afterschool detention. The same one I held back last year.