He might be in his forties, but Ron obviously took care of himself.As she fetched the bottle of whisky and a shot glass, Christine thought about the b...x that her sister had found in the attic of their parent's house, assuming it belonged to Christine because her name was on it. Much to Christine's surprise, the box had been Ron's. What was inside the box revealed that he'd fantasized about her, going so far as to keep revealing pictures of her and steal panties from the wash. She'd also found. This time I want to tell you all how much she loves me. One fine weekend we were just out of bed she was just following me where ever I was moving in our house as you all know most of the time we are nude in the house now also we were nude while I was getting freshened she jumped on top of me from back hugging me tightly I asked her wat is she doing she was like nothing and kissed me and she along with me got freshened up and prepared something to eat and in the mean while she was smiling and. She loved her vibrator but after a while it just wasn’t enough. She wanted something more…life like. So recently she ordered a realistic dildo with a suction cup base that she was able to use for different positions. She especially loved setting it on the floor and riding on it. She would keep her thong on and slide them to the side because she loved the way the string massaged her ass while she moved her hips on the dildo. One hand would rub her clit as the other tugged at her nipple. She. I was veryattractive in a cheap sort of way. My hair was too blonde, probablylightened. I wore way too much makeup, especially around my deep blueeyes. My outfit looked as if it had been painted on the large breasts,tiny waist, and flared hips. My legs, as the old saying goes, went allthe way down. I looked as if I should be singing that old Julie Brownsong, "I'm a Blonde." I had to tone this look down in a hurry.I stripped out of my sexpot outfit, finding to my disgust that myunderwear.