My stories are about my true life experiences and my transition from being a shy, naive 18 year old into being a very sexually experimental woman. The...stories are written around my thoughts and feelings at the time. It is fun for me re-living my past experiences hopefully you will enjoy them as well. About me just in case you are starting with this as your 1st reading of one of my stories. I am 5 3 blond hair and blue eyes and weighed about 95 lbs at that time with 34DD breasts. For thos that. Her cleavage was visibly along with a slim view of her white breasts and unknowingly I licked my lips peering down at her."OK, yes I guess. I have to check with my parents to make sure it is fine with them however." Her hand went immediately to her blouses' missing button covering them when she saw my eyes locked on her cleavage, covering them. We exchanged phone numbers and addresses with her promising to call after she spoke to her parents. That night after dinner, the phone rang and she said. Or at least, that's what I call it! He likes to decide what we are doing and when we do it. I love that, because during the week when I'm making dinners and breakfasts and lunches and getting people ready, I feel like everything revolves around me. I have to do things and organise people, and I make meals and I clean and wash. I relish my responsibilities and I adore my children. But nurturing, feeding and providing entertainment for two children under four is no mean feat. Add to that a. I have a table booked for lunch at the Lisboa,” I’m willing to try.“With anyone interesting?” she asked artlessly, Can I come?“No, I’m eating alone,” he relied, thinking, I wonder if... and added, “Unless you would consider sharing my table?” And my bed?“Well, if you are offering, I must admit I liked the Lisboa when my husband was alive. It would be fun to go there again.” Yes please.“In that case I insist,” he said, and we shall see what transpires. “Shall we take my car?”“Yes, please,” she.