I“Hello, Women’s Private Gym, this is Anita, how may I help you?” “Uh, my name is Sushma and I saw your ad in the underground paper and was th...nking about maybe joining, could you please tell me a little bit about it, I mean the cost and everything!?!” “Well, Sushma,” Anita replied smoothly, “our gym has very competitive rates with other gyms in the area, but with one big exception, we don’t have any men to interrupt and bother us, so you can more or less let your hair down and get your work. Some of the most successful stories on this site are the worst written. Some of the best are the pure and simple expressions of "what happened to me." Now ou can express them and get the story told. The type of story that people like to read is about love, or excitement, sometimes danger, like being caught. Perhaps you were making out in a car and just as you were getting lucky a cop came by, or your dad, or mom. Perhaps you got in trouble, but hooked up later.Her is a short example from a. "You should do it."I jumped as I heard the gravel crunch outside the shed door. I glanced out the window and I could see my wife in the kitchen so it wasn't her. I made a move to recover my shorts and undies from the floor my heart thumping with thought of who it might be.The door filled with a silhouette of a female. It was obvious who it was despite the sunlight being behind her. The long straight blonde hair and short skirt revealing legs I had looked at so many times."Grandad," was all she. Then she slightly shifted my head, very, very slightly, lifted her saree from below from one side, now my head was on the covered leg of hers and my lips on her boobs but also near to the open part of her pussy, she didn’t move my head towards it, in fact tactfully kept on moving herself as if adjusting so that my mouth left her boob due to it’s distance from me and I couldn’t dare to reach out to it again for her to understand that I am very much up.My face had come very near to her pussy..