But increasingly, my stories were written from a female perspective, me being the bimbo, happily. Just as the Bill Ward girls in JUGGS and CLUB magazi...es, the bimbo-me was only too happy to suck cock, give titfucks, and hairjobs (the guy would fuck my stiffly sprayed big updo / bouffant / beehive, or I would masturbate him with my long showgirl / Godiva locks. Either way, he would spurt all over my hair, which I settled on alternately platinum-blonde for the slut look, or jet-black /. "She smiled and tilted her head slightly. "What about the man you were playing poker with - what was he wearing?" A black shirt, I think. And a pair of casual slacks - something like that. I didn't take much notice." Was he older than you?" No." So he was younger than you, then?" Yes." How much younger?"Her question made me think; I suddenly recalled that I had sensed that the shadowy guy in my dream had been younger than I was. "Mid-twenties. Maybe younger."Angela smiled. "Ahh... so he was a. Their eyes joined in their own intimate world as they pushed their needy bodies together. His balls hit her curved cheeks as her womb gripped his shaft with every thrust. Lana's hard and sensitive nipples brushedg against his chest as her body moved up and down. Wet bodies slapping together as her womb welcomed every deep filling thrust. Lana rose and impaled her pussy on his hard shaft with more and more urgency as their passion built. Their breathing beginning to gasp as their hearts raced,. Moms stocking the fridge with pop and lemonade. Theyre putting out potato chips to munch on and serving pizza before the party breaks up. Please say youll come Alice. Thank you, yes, Marian Id like to come to your birthday party. Can I give you my answer tomorrow. I asked. I have to ask both of my parents permission. Sure thing Alice, Ill see you at school tomorrow. Marian answered heading home. I headed home thinking on the way how lucky I was being invited by Maria to her birthday party. I.