Where was I? Oh yes, heading to the roots. The roots is a place formed through some riverbank erosion, where the river red gums had lost some of their... footing, leaving their thick woody roots exposed, at least in part, above the river’s usual level. This made for excellent seating with enough variety in positions to allow me to sit there comfortably for hours on end. Of course, having a well-stocked old foam six-pack esky helped as well… I wandered along the river’s course for a few hundred. She knew that she should just get up and leave, she wasn’t a lesbian and she wasn’t into having sex with strangers, but for some reason, she didn’t want to leave.“It’s okay, I’ll teach you.” There was something about Anne that Katie just couldn’t resist. She was nervous and shaking as she nodded her head and whispered “Okay. I’ll try.” She almost felt guilty when she said it and nearly recanted, but when she saw the bright beaming smile from Anne, she felt better.Ten minutes later they entered. " But when can I do it?" she pleaded.It looked like I had opened a Pandora's Box. Pardon the pun."Ask him, not me. If he wants to fuck you, ask him."Betsy hurried from the bathroom to his bedroom unaware for the momentshe was naked. FIVEBetsy and me left three years later. Al had died a year earlier. Itwould have been nice to stay in the earthen home but both of us neededto find if there were any others out beyond the scope of our littlearea. We buried Al in a. I certainly would tried to have experienced more beautiful pussies for sure. I have not lost the urge to admire women discreetly but, having being married for almost thirty years, I never actually pursue them. That changed when new neighbours moved in next to us a couple of years ago. Erica and Bob are in their late thirties and have a couple of young kids. They are a wonderful couple and we spend a lot of time chatting over the fence or having drinks on the patio over the summer months. Erica.