Men telling me that I’m a real MILF. Telling me that they wanted to see more of me and less clothes! And, telling me what they’d do with me if t...ey could get their hands on me. Yes, I was shocked, embarrassed, frightened, angry and disturbed but in a rather odd sort of way I way flattered, and maybe aroused. Dan and I had been married for years. He’s the only man that I’d ever known. But, I’ve worked with men who flirted but that was just office flirting. And, there have been men who’ve. She hid the tin in the hallway closet behind the skis that she had bought for the Christmas vacation and never had the nerve to use because she was so overwhelmed at the fact she was unable to find a suitable cock to break her cherry and that the primary reason she went on the trip in the first place.The still attractive thirty something office worker was shy but she understood if she didn’t do something fast, she would wind up like her cousin Ruth with three cats and no man in her home. She. Sarah worked a hand between Amelia's legs to explore for herself as well and soon had a finger sliding along Amelia's hairless lips and slipping between them. For some time, the two of them lay together, fingering each other's pussies, playing with their clits until Amelia quietly said, "I'm going to taste you."Sarah lay still as Amelia shifted on the bed, laying herself between Sarah's legs. She stared at the pussy before her, stroking it with her fingers, taking in all the details of Sarah's. " Stacey couldn't imagine what things Dawn would need, especially things that would take over an hour to obtain. She was just about to call off the whole crazy idea when she heard a knock at her door. "Damn, Dawn," Stacey said as she opened the door, "what took so long?" "I had to get some things, I told you," Dawn replied as she began pulling various items out of the bags she'd hauled in with her. "Now sit down and take off your sweatshirt and bra." "Uh, why?" "We're going to start by binding.