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Well, I’ve read everything now I thought. There was an add in the complex news circular where I live offering a “Hubby for your needs”. You know I answered that ad.
I answered the door and I thought he was going to faint. He was handsome. I could understand why he would be rented out. He had to be half my age. I took him by the arm and pulled him into the living room.I was looking him up and down like the last supper, my panties getting moist.
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There is a little known fact about the women in my little enclave of a subdivision. We are secretly witches and not just any witches. In our day to day lives we may appear as just your normal trophy wives, soccer moms, stepford wife types but there is so much more lying beneath the surface.
This time of year brings us out into the open a bit more. The month began with the Harvest Moon. This is a time when we can all convene in our Witches’ Council. Casting spells on various men in our social circle and celebrating our supreme female power.
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I absolutely adore anything French. Cuisine, Art, Architecture, and Culture. I also adore French Men. (and women for that matter). I also love the way the French embrace the art of Flirting. The French are just so open and willing to explore sexually. Sensuality is second nature to them. Comment draguer en francais (how to flirt in French) is a great thing to learn for yourself. The French love to flirt. It’s foreplay and it’s fun and exciting.
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Of course, I’ve sworn my son’s friends to secrecy. I don’t want to embarrass the poor boy. But, I just have to have those young, hard cocks. They are such a decadent treat. My last experience was with my son’s best friend and several of his teammates. What could be more exciting than an old-fashioned gang bang?
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I felt hands over my eyes and heard a deep husky voice “guess who?’ I didn’t answer right away and then felt a stiff dick pressing on my ass. I wiggled around to look at this joker. I smiled; it was the guest of honor. I was at a welcome home party for a friend’s son.
We had so much fun before he went away. Started when they moved next door many years ago. Our first time was when he was barely 18. I loved molding him into the fucker I wanted.