I never expected to share it with anyone, but I read a family i****t story in this site and decided also to share our incredible experience with the r...aders.My name is Janet, I am 39 and I am married to Logan, 48. We have two k**s, Teddy, 17 and Allie, 15. I consider myself a beautiful woman, I exercise daily and my family genes helped: I have shoulder length light brown undulated hair, shapely legs with round, firm thighs, a round ass that I still consider my main seduction weapon when I walk. " Jade, you do know that you were 'his type' too, right?" Tori said, hoping an argument with her reluctant friend would help ease the pain of hear-ing about Beck. She was wrong.As if by some sick twist of fate for Tori, the main door opened, and she saw Beck come in, looking a bit unshaven, but otherwise normal. What really got her attention was the blonde right in front of him. She had long natural blonde hair, with ocean blue eyes, and an ill-fitting shirt, not too small, but it sat. That night I must not have moved, because I sleep through till 8AM the next morning.When I awoke that Sunday morning at 8AM I tried to run again and I got a little farther then I had the first time I tried. I switched to a walk, but I did try to run again when I was within sight of the motel. So, all in all, I ran about a tenth of the distance I covered with my morning outing. I felt pretty good about it, even though it was hardly a big deal.I took the day to do nothing. I did some shopping on. I'd like to say these stories are autobiography, and in a sensethey are. Some of what I'm writing about actually occurred, and much is extendedby my horny imagination. But then, I think autobiography is, really, fictionin the first person, based on the author's life. Who really can tell the wholetruth? Like I said, I wish this were even closer to an objective recountingof events than it is, but the embellishments, I hope, are what makes it interesting;and all of it is completely true to my.