But now I could hear mum reading him the riot act, and saying, if he didn’t escort me and my friend, that he wouldn’t be allowed out himself. As he passed my bedroom door once again, this time going back to his room, he said. You’d better be ready in 5 minutes, or else.

I hurriedly completed my face painting, to make sure I was ready before he had an excuse to leave me behind. I was dressed in a black very short witches dress, and hoop striped luminous woolly tights. Garry’s best buddy was Gordon, my friend June’s brother, he was the same age as Garry. So, as I would normally hang around with June, he would always be seen with Gordon. When I phoned June to make sure she was going to be ready in time, she said her mom wouldn’t let her go out. I explained that we’d be looked after by both our brothers, and she said she’d have another go at her mom.

I didn’t tell my mom that June had said she might not be able to go out, in-case she stopped me as well. We arrived at their house, and I could tell by the look on June’s face that she hadn’t been able to change her mom’s mind. So off I set on our nights Trick or Treating, me dressed as a witch, escorted by the two boys dressed as vampires. They made me walk in front of them, so it wasn’t as obvious that they were with me. Gordon had a torch, he was shining it in all directions, and he delighted in lighting-up my tights to make them glow every time a car was approaching us. After the initial sulking on their part, we were soon knocking on doors, and they were beginning to accept my company, without the continual moaning. We were all having fun and laughing and joking together.

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    The woods were a perfect place for Shirley and I to go to be alone with each other. The winding foot path leading to many a clearing surrounded by thick shrubbery was a favorite local hot spot for most lovers during the weekends,and it being a Monday we would have the woods pretty much all to ourselves, and just to make sure that no one thought we were up to anything who might see the two of us entering the woods, we both took our dogs Shep, her large male Collie, and Duke, my family’s Boxer with us as if just taking them for a walk. With honey blond hair down to mid back, and that come and get it smileof hers at 18; Shirley looked more like jailbait in her cutoffs and well filled short sleeved shirt tied up in front like a halter top, than most 15 or 16 year olds ever would. Her taunt yet supple curves just seemed to beg to be touched,and walking behind Shirley was a true study in the dynamic mechanics of physics as that tight round butt swiveled on hips that were a pure fluid motion of perpetual dance.

We found the place we wanted, the one furthest from civilization, and off the beaten trail, and in moments we were naked and making finger, and tongue paths of our own on each others flesh. Her smooth scented skin an aphrodisiac to my nostrils and we soon became inverted there on the grass with me underneath, licking the greatest tasting sweet syrupy pussy of my young life, and her ontop taking a vacuum lock of my prick with those tender pouting lips of hers.With her tight young round butt bouncing on my face, and her mouth doing magical spells with my dick as her head bobbed up and down, I suddenly had a little help licking up all of that fine white young crack as Shep suddenly stuck his nose in my business, or rather her business end.

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   Being a pervert has it’s ups and downs. Take my wife for instance. Five foot two eyes of blue, raven black mane to mid back, nicely trimmed and bikini waxed pussy on a powerful 39D-21-34 tightly packed well stacked body, just made for fucking you might think, but, and what a lovely butt it is too, Kat has this one little problem. She can’t stand the idea of having sex with me. Oh don’t get me wrong, Kat loves sex, and she loves me, she just doesn’t like to have sex clutter up what to her is an otherwise perfect marriage arrangement, or at getting in the way of her lovers. The problem is, no other woman turns me on like Kat does, and there in lays my tail of tales. I’ve had to become a veritable peeping Tom at my own home, just to get any satisfaction, even if it is from watching her exploits as I jerk myself off.

Now right off, you might think I’m not very well endowed in the pecker department, but that’s just not the case here as I’ve got close to a foot of cock dangling to my knees. Maybe you would think that I’m some old coot, however I’m in my mid twenties, and just a year older than Kat is. Okay, so I’m no prince charming, but some women have called me cute other than my mother when she was alive, and I’m far from being poor, in fact, I’ve inherited the family fortune well in excess of hundreds of millions of dollars, and Kat comes from old money as well. So what’s the problem? I got caught fucking the brides maid on our wedding day, and if that weren’t bad enough, it was Kat’s cute younger honey blond sister Kitty. (I know, but their parents had a thing for felines, their older brother’s name is Tiger a redhead, who knew how far it would have went if they’d had more kids.)

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    Our house was situated on a lane that led from Mill-Farm (Pandy in welsh) to one of Mill-Farm’s stock yards and shearing barns, therefore it was a common sight to see the old farmer Mr Jones or one of his two sons walking past our gates either going to or from their barn.

The old man was always surly, and rarely smiled or even replied when you said hello to him. The two boys were both about the same age as me. One called Morris who was pleasant, but would never stop to past the time of day. The other was Bryan, who was surly like the old man, but you would often find him stood motionless starring with a look like he was undressing you, he made my flesh creep.

One day in June, I can remember sitting in the orchard looking up the hill and seeing old Mr Jones standing on top of a stone platform about fifty yards up the hill, he was waving. As I studied him I could make out he was standing sideways to me, holding his penis and having a pee. I thought how disgusting doing that in public, and especially attracting attention to himself.

I turned away, and ignored him, when some time later Jim came out I told him what I’d seen. Jim asked where Mr Jones had been standing, and when I explained, he said, But that’s our water tank! Our water came direct from the filter beds on the hill, to a stone tank and then it was piped to the house. As soon as Jim told me that was our water, I realised what that funny taste was in our water. I’d been thinking for several weeks now, that the water didn’t taste quite right, and had put it down to the lack of rain. I immediately felt sick, but at that very moment Mr Jones came walking nonchalantly past, and waved a friendly hello. 

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   Jessie was sick and tired of it. Her twin sister was having all the fun, while Jessie was locked into a no go anywhere, do anything marriage that even failed in fulfilling her sexual gradification on a steady, as needed basis, and Jessie needed sex on a steady basis. Of course, Jazz, as her twin sister Jill was called on stage, could pick and chose whoever she wanted to go to bed with from anyone in the crowd at Pimpo’s Sex Palace, a local strip joint, and no one would say a word about her slutty behavior, but if Jessie dared look crosseyed at another man, her husband, Dave would have an epileptic fit and threaten suicide. She often thought of letting him give it a try, but in the end her love for the man willed out against her better judgement, and she ended up in a frump like she was now sitting dejectedly on her living room couch with her right hand up her dress and down in her panties, while massaging her tits through her house dress with her left hand wondering how long before she retrieved her special dildo from the nightstand next to her bed.

The front door bell rang just as she was getting close to a mini orgasm, startling her out of her fantasy fuck, and sighing, resolved to her fate, got up and went to answer the door. Of all the people in the world that she didn’t want to see at that moment, it was none other than, Jazz.

“Oh great, as if I’m not depressed enough already, I’m treated to a visit by the town slut as well.” Jessie grumbled openly, letting her sister in.

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