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Have since my early teens and now at barely over forty, still physically slay it. Anyone that says that someone over forty should not wear a string bikini on a beach…well, fuck you. My 35 “C” cups, my 25 “ waist, and my 36” hips say otherwise. My body makes people turn their heads, towards me, not away…males from sixteen to sixty respond. Do not care what you think…so…well, fuck you. Unfortunately, or should I say fortunately, my narcissism and my physical attributes allowed for the former to be fed by a ***********ion based on a moments desire. Those moments of desire have been have been numerous through out my almost twenty year marriage. Another words, I fucked around. There was somewhat of a hiatus when my children were born, and did try to use a little discretion while they were in their formidable years. But some of that faded during their teenage years. That is where the circumstance fetish started to pile up. Five or so years ago, my husband found out about one of my indiscretions. Almost lost my meal ticket. Believe when he looked around, he still looked at me as being amateur steak compared to the hamburger available on the market. Whatever…told him I would not embarrass him again…What he did not know was that I found another medium to help satisfy my narcissism…personal blog porno web sites that allowed me to post selfies, while getting accolades as to my physical proclivities. The other caveat of me indulging for my own selfish wants, is that those sites opened my awareness to possible deviant sexuality that turned me on. Started to fascinate about all kinds of taboo, such as group sex, getting gang banged, incestuous stuff, and other topics. Again…don’t judge, if you do, fuck you! All this incentivized , or should I say desensitized me. It was not long before the call of the wild overwhelmed my fear of the threat of losing my marriage. I was on the prowl and my indiscretions came back. cosplay With an additional caveat, I enjoyed having a camera (sometimes just the one japanese on a phone if it was totally unplanned) record the events for my future posterity. Not only did this indulge me as a tool of self-stimulation through visual memory, but my voyeur instincts by posting some of my escapades on line. Granted, I usually edited them enough so the casual viewer would have a hard time making a connection. Sometimes that was awful hard though, maybe the facial distortions of having a swollen cock in my mouth was enough, or only showing me get stuffed in the vagina by a large, hard dick…but when getting caught up in the spurt of the moment…well, it was hard to hide the fact of my mouth over spilling with some guys cum or my cunt splayed open with jizz pouring from the gapping asian hole. Still, I also relied on having a disconnect between my inner whore and my public presentation. Though my style of attire might lean towards accentuating my physical attributes with a hint of sexuality, my demeanor leaned way towards social conservatism. I enjoyed the feeling that I was that hot, sexy woman that you could not touch. Which was also one of my rules, nobody close enough to connect to my social circle. Holy shit, he just kicked down the door. We went in and he pointed to the bathroom and said, "make yourself at home...I sat down to pee, so I wouldn't make any kind of mess on the seat and he asked through the door If I would like something to drink. I’m jealous of her control. Her silk blouse rubbed on my skin as I massaged Genevieve's breasts, my fingers working on them. She fetish pushed me away and walked naked over to the door and japanese yelled at the dog..nice view coming and going and I marveled at her mons as it was protruding enough to have it's own little pad which I loved to rub. I patted her cheek a little. Finally he said, “So what do you want of me?” “Good, you turn me on too. "Not in this lifetime." Shit, I’m going to come here every day. Hardly able to believe her own words, the Latina beauty licked her lips and spoke. Behind him were large windows that provided a scenic view to mountains in the distance. “Listen to my daughter's moans.” She looks down at Mike, “Why don’t you lay along the edge of the couch” then looks at Paul, “When you think you’re ready to continue, let me know…I will lean forward and spread my cheeks…I expect you to fuck my ass…are you ready for that?” “Yes Goddess” was all Paul could muster, mumbled at that. “I know you and he did not get along, but you are coming to the funeral…” as usual amateur she left the question unfinished. “They don’t work” she said dismissively. I hope me and you can have more fun. It just kept getting worse and worse as she followed the orders of her student who had cosplay under her control. "What a lucky girl!" She smiled back. Just then I also realized Mark had his cock buried to his balls in my pussy and was holding it. The good news was that Bill didn't get Lisa pregnant that night in the hotel room. Something roared. “Would you be a dear and prepare Master’s new pet for the ride home?” Her body flushes and glistens with sweat as he moves closer; the heat from his body radiating over her naked, bound form. She had asian closed her eyes and the next blow thus came as a surprise as it lashed across her stomach. “We have to get the blood flowing into it so it will harden up for us” she says. I would go hungry again that night.