I had to have some fun as well. I went through a list of girls that I had known in my youth and who I would like to try out in bed. I found out that t...ere weren't that many, but a few came to mind. My teacher, miss Nordstrom! Oh yes! She seemed to have accepted the sixties free sex philosophy judging from the way she dressed. Always tight fitting pants that showed off her nice ass and loose blouses, folklore of course, that gaped open when she bent down and you could see all of her bra-clad. He was pounding the smell of sex out of Sally's splayed crotch. Her sister's pained grunts and her brother's lustful gasps twisted up Candy's mind and guts. They were fucking right there in front of her, molding Candy's psyche.Why would you care if they know, Candy asked herself and grabbed her pussy. She moaned, knowing Bobby would eventually fuck her, too. She couldn't wait to be just like her big sister.The trip down memory lane ended. Actually, it had been more like a trip down the road to. I looked down at the ivory sheets that covered my naked body and suddenly, like a sack of bricks to the face, I rememberd where I was. The feel of last night's escapades still lingered in my mouth....Five years. Five years down the drain. All the 'what-ifs' and the 'could'ves and shoud'ves' still on my mind. It had been two weeks since Brandon and I broke up and I was no lesser heartbroken. My friends, who fel I had enough time mourning the loss of my relationship, decided that I needed to get. She puts the sweatpants and simple panties into the washer and starts it. She’s stunning to look at!She walks to the kitchen and pours herself a drink (coke or lemonade or ice water) from the fridge, drinks it, and goes back to the washer. It’s vibrating, and she climbs on top of it and spreads her legs and masturbates while it shakes.After a little while, another cute blonde college girl with a similar build comes into the laundry room. She’s wearing a mid-length skirt and a loose t-shirt..