The Bradshaws--Randy and Charlene--were frequent quests. They were ten years my parent's juniors, a very attractive couple. Charlene and Dad could sit...for hours discussing boring politics. He loves fussing with a feminist. Mom gets along better with Randy. They wander about, drinking wine and laughing.Mom and I had one of our worst fights over my wanting to shorten my knee-length skirts. It ended with her slapping my face and calling me a tramp. Hours later, I was still fuming, staring into my. "You doing okay?" I don't know. I guess so. This dream just kinda made me feel offkilter." You want to tell me about it?" No ... at least, not yet. I want to hear your side first."I sighed and sat for a minute, trying to collect my thoughts. "Well, thefirst bit I can remember was sitting on the steps under that aluminumawning at the back of the school, just kinda listening to the way theway the rain was plonking and pinging overhead. It must have been reallyearly, because there were hardly any. Then what? –do I approach a mature female, and say, "Hey, I want to jump in bed with you because I want to have sex with a mature woman before I die" I'm sure the slap would win a word championship, if only it would just stop there and the police didn't lockup me up and throw away the keyAnd then it hit me. I didn't want to get in trouble, I didn't want to risk forming an emotional attachment and then leave, but I wanted to feel a mature woman's body, feel what it's like to be made love to and. .." she giggled and headed off into the club. Danni bit her lip trying to get herself under control,watching Jordan touching and admiring her body was driving her insane,she could feel blood pumping through her veins as the world seemed to shrink so that all that existed was that goddess in pink. She let out a gasp, as Katie's hands moved over the perfect cheeks of her ass and it took every ounce of self-control she had not to throw herself to her knees and worship that heavenly body,glancing.