Anita showed up early for my Thursday night gig at the bar. I had not called her or texted her since leaving her last week with cum running down her leg into her boots. I guess my lack of chivalry does not bother her. Tonight she is wearing a loose-fitting sheer white blouse, which accentuates the appearance of her large augmented breasts, and a short leather mini-skirt. “I got my husband to take me shopping this afternoo...

Anita gets sent home dripping. She strolls up to me while I pack away my guitar - breasts spectacularly augmented, blonde hair down her back, firm full ass tightly encased by white tennis shorts. “So I get home from work at six, the house is quiet, except for the sound of a creaking office chair in the den.” I guess she considers me a confidant after listening to me play my 30-minute set of classic covers. “So my husband...

I awakened from my nap when Chloe returned from tennis. “So you jacked off on Lisa Markowitz’s tits,” Chloe announced as I opened my eyes. Lying would have been useless at this point. “Most of it went on her face,” I clarified. Chloe had tried to sound serious and angry but my response caused her to chuckle ever so slightly. “And you think that this is no big deal?” Chloe tried to regain a serious tone. “I know,” I admitt...