What I don’t understand is why you don’t hook up with one or another guy at school for a quickie every once in a while to take care of your urges. S...urely there are guys out there that would be willing to do you from time to time without any strings.” “Oh, I don’t have time for that, plus I really don’t want the reputation. Also, it would be just my luck that the condom would break or something else would go wrong. No, I don’t need any of that. What I really need is for things to stay. One night I went out with a married friend of mine, Rob. He and I have been friends forever and we both like to still have a little fun with women on the side. Rob also shares my love for older women. We stopped in at a sports bar close to his house to have a drink, watch a little sports, and check out any ladies that might be there. The women in the place were ok; we were having more fun reminiscing about the old times when we were k**s. And then something caught my eye. My fucking stepmom. " Hey!" Sammy replied in pleasure. She was in her bedroom, and flopped down on her bed to chat."So... it's been a couple days... how was your weekend? Your parents get back okay?" asked Collette."Yeah. It's great having them back home. It turned out that they took an earlier flight, and Sandy didn't want to drag us out of bed that early. So we didn't go out to the airport with her to pick them up. Sandy just delivered them, basically." Did they have a good honeymoon?" Yeah, they're tan, and. Mags & videos. We'd buy a grocery bag full of shit. We'd head to her house, she had a vcr,. These are the times when we sipped good whiskey & smoked some good weed, sat together on her couch in the living room, sitting close together we'd look through the the dirty mags we'd picked up. Mags like Hustler, Oui, Sir, no playboy shit here. Hairy Pussy Spreading and Fingering lesbians humping each other rubbing their naked bodies against each other, anyway you get the idea. There was this one time.