I have thirty-one book marked that I visit regularly and a whole bunch more that I hit every once in a while.What can I say? I like looking at the nak...d ladies. And I especially love the sites dedicated to amateurs. To me, there is nothing sweeter than looking at real women and by that I mean the truly amateurs; the sweethearts and wives of guys just like me. I've tried to get my wife to let me send her photo in to one of the sites, but I have a better chance of winning the lottery. My wife. As I walked up the front porch I noticed that some of the bricks had come loose, from water freezing between them and forcing them to fall out.I let myself in the front door, with the key that my parents let me keep incase of emergencies or just so they would not have to get up to open the door. As I walked into the living room I found my mom was sitting in the chair next to the TV and talking to her my sister Virginia sitting on the couch. It had been so long since I had seen my sister that. She had only had sex with him a couple of times, but him and I got to become pretty good friends as well. Kelly came home one night and said “Babe. Would you mind if Vincent came over and spent the night with me? Not the three of us this time, but he asked if he could have me one time by himself.” I told her to invite him over that weekend if she wanted to. I had some personal time coming and I used a few hours one day and went to Kellys work. I seen Vincent and asked if he had lunch yet. He jumped to his feet, shocked at seeing me standing outside the gate.“I think you scared him, sir,” said my driver, as I resumed my seat in the HUMVEE.“Take me back to the BOQ,” I instructed. She dutifully steered the Humvee back down the road and towards the BOQ. As we pulled up to the front of the BOQ, I looked at her before exiting the Humvee. She had both of her hands on the steering wheel, very professional-like. She glanced in my direction and our eyes met.“You’re a good driver,” I.