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I'm one of the few male teachers at St.Matilda's Academy for Young Ladies, an expensive English private school for posh girls. I teach a final year class of eighteen to nearly nineteen year old girls. I'm quite senior and being in my early thirties I'm old enough to be their big brothers or uncles.  At St.Matilda's the girls wear a schoolgirl uniform. That comprises a white blouse, long sleeved in winter, short sleeved in summer, with a school necktie and a pleated grey skirt. Girls may wear black tights, or in summer if they prefer they can opt for bare legs which many girls do to get a tan. On most of my girls that uniform looks quite respectable, though those blouses and skirts seem designed to show off girls' young bodies and legs to perfection! But there are always the St. Matilda's girls who choose to wear the thinnest boob clinging all but see through blouses they can squeeze their fresh young breasts into and which show their bra through, and sometim

Tim drove over to Russ's house. It was late summer and both boys turned 18 just before their senior year of high school. They had a habit of working out in Russ's garage since it had a collection of workout gear. A bench press was the prominent feature, but it also had a collection of barbells, an upright rack that was for pull up/chin ups and bar dips. There was a rack for weighted squats as well. They drank their pre-workout booster drink and warmed up with heavy rope jump rope. After 20 minutes Russ racked 200 lbs on the bench press and started his routine. Tim grabbed some 35 lb barbells and started curling as Russ did his presses. "Hey, I've noticed Kimmy gets a bit drunk on Thursdays." Russ said. "The neighbor's wife? Tim replied. "Yep, she lays out by the pool in her backyard. Sipping margaritas most of the day." "Tomorrow is Thursday..." Tim gave Russ a look. Both were exhaling noticeably as they worked out. They swapped after

It was a lazy Sunday morning, the schedule is that our electricians will fix some wirings in our house. Me and my wife was still sleeping and our two children were out with my in-laws for a Sunday church and malling afterwards, it usually ended late at nigh so my wife and I are alone on Sundays. I was in my boxer shorts and Sando, my wife is in her nighties, a thin almost see-through satin skin tone nighties. At 9am, someone is knocking on the door. I am so tire the night before so I didn't get up, instead, I asked my wife to open the door. She lazily walked downstairs without changing her nighties. You can peek through her dress and she is not wearing a bra, just a red bikini panty. You can freely see through that night gown her shape and even her pink nipples. I am waiting for my wife to return to our room because I know she too is tired of what we had the night before. But a few more minutes passed, my wife still not returning to our room. So I decided to look downstairs. There

 We were off to srilanka for our first wedding anniversary, it was going to be a week of traveling and fun, and yes I was in for a big surprise. I am Mansi and i got married when I was just 20, came from a very strict and traditional home. I was the only child so my parents did expect a lot from me. I was a studious kid, did very well in school and college, didn't have much of a social life and then suddenly when I was 20 I was married off to a 27 yr old man that I had never met before. I am of a slightly dusky complexion, 5 feet 4 inches, not big but a nice round 34c bust size, slim and fit. Always wore simple salwar kameez in college, keeping all my curves hidden from the boys and men around me. First night was a big event for me, as you can imagine. I did have a few girlfriends that did have boyfriends in college and they made sure I was fully shaved down there and they bought me some fancy sexy lingerie for my wedding night. I was blushing all the time they were talking to me a

 In my early 30s I was an avid traveler, and I spent a lot of time working my way through South East Asia and the surrounding pacific islands. About a decade ago I was doing some software work for a company in Malaysia and I was supposed to attend a series of meetings followed by a conference in Kuala Lumpur. The flight from my hometown to Narita and over to KL left me exhausted. I'm unfortunately unable to sleep on flights so I was awake during the entire 15 hour ordeal with only a few winks of un-restful sleep to hold me over. I was picked up directly from the airport and in a complete blur, I met my contact; Hans, and was ferried directly to the office in the heart of the city. The first meeting which was already underway with my new work associates was a hellish affair, I could barely keep my eyes open and I'm sure they noticed. They understood that I was horribly jet lagged, but my performance was underwhelming at best. "Hey man, it's okay, " Hans said, with

 I met Larry through an adult web site. He saw my profile and wrote me an email. He wrote a very friendly email, with all the words spelled right. I replied, and after several emails, I gave him my instant messenger id. We have been chatting for several weeks, and decided to meet next Thursday. On Wednesday, my day off, I got a pleasant surprise from my fuck buddy George, who was flying on business somewhere, and was going to have a five hour layover in my hometown. George does that about every couple of months. And we get together for some non-stop fucking, sucking, and kissing. As George got dressed to return to the airport, I told him about Larry, and that I was going to meet him the next day. "Lydia, you have got to call me this weekend and tell me what went on." I agreed. Larry is a 46-year-old businessman...works as a human resources manager for a company that hires opticians to work in their optical stores. He goes around and recruits the doctors to work in these chain

 I started on my journey to happiness a few years ago when I turned 49 and realized that my life was probably more than half over. My husband and I had become empty nesters after our son and daughter went off and graduated from college and found jobs so they finally moved out of the house. My husband made a six figure salary, so I did not need to work, though I did spend a few days a week down at the shelter cooking meals. One day, one of those reality TV talk shows did one about women with an obsession, the desire to find men that were very, very endowed. At first, I giggled at the remarks and explanations that I heard from the women. How could they cheat on their husbands or boyfriends to get someone like that? Anyway, I enjoyed the show and went off to do the laundry or something. I guess it hit me while I was out shopping later that week, when every man I came across I was looking discretely for evidence at what they were packing. I had done this for a least a dozen men before I re