My parents used to go out on Saturday nights when Evelyn babysat with me. One of my fondest memories was in seeing my mother put on her makeup. I made...it a point to always watch her. I stood by her side noting exactly how she did it. I thought it was the neatest thing imaginable, seeing her face becoming prettier than it already was. When she was done I’d ask if she would make me look pretty too. She told me little boys don’t wear makeup. I cried telling her I wanted to look pretty like her. I. "Lie down on this cushion, Kitten.rest your face on the pillow." The girl was even more curious now but she did as her father asked. It wasn't very comfortable but she didn't mind. Was he going to do it like this?God, she was lovely. Mike lay on his side beside her and caressed her shapely form. What a beautiful ass, so high and firm. He fondled the wonderful globes of her buttocks and then got to his knees behind her.Mabel felt his hands slide under her belly as he knelt between her legs and. It lit a fire inside her, imagining a muscular man taking her by the waist and having his way with her, and she got more depraved as days passed. Sex with her young and boyish English teacher, fucking her older, rugged art teacher, having rough sex with her loner of a neighbour, the one who had the type of attractiveness you could easily look over if you were not paying attention. So much depravity in her fantasies, that part of her began to become apathetic towards taboos and ached for. We had been married 2 yrs and I excepted her daughter as my own.As i walked up the stairs to her bedroom I heard loud music I knocked on the door but got no reply so I banged on it she asked who it was and then said come in. As I walked in Jenny was laying on the bed in nothing but a little pair of panties and a t-shirt she had her hand down her panties rubbing her pussy.I looked away and she said dont you like looking I had to admit she was stunning and had seen her in the shower once and went.