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Peter’s Memories It started with my cousin……..and????? As I look back over my life, I think of all the exciting things I have experienced. The following story is probably one of the most unexpected events to happen to me and is turned out to be on on-going experience. I will tell the story leading up to it as it happened. I am now a mature man of 63, about 5’11”, 160lbs, hazel eyes, and in fairly good condition. Everything still works without the aid of little blue pills. So I am still active in my sex life and loving it. When I was seventeen and a half, my family was living in Brooklyn and my parents decided to send me to stay with my cousin in Chicago for the summer school break. I took a job working nights for Motorola so that I would have some pocket money and usually found that I didn’t interact with my cousin and her family until dinner time. This went on for a few months, where I went istanbul travesti to work after dinner, came home early in the morning, showered and had breakfast and then went to bed for a few hours sleep. My cousin usually had breakfast with her 2 kids and myself, as her husband left for work early. Then she would take the children to school and do any shopping and chores that needed to be done outside the house, so that I could catch up on my sleep. I had my 18th birthday party with friends that I had met through work and my cousin while living at her home. A few days later, I was lying in bed reading a Playboy magazine. I was slowly stroking my man-meat and enjoying the sensation; when in walked Jane, my cousin. Let me tell you about Jane. At that time she was about 36years old. Although a mother of two, she had kept her figure by exercising and walking. She stood about 5′ 8″ istanbul travestileri and had a slim but curvy and toned body. She had light brown hair and gray eyes which sparkled when she laughed; which she did often. Her 2 kids were a girl 17 and a boy 15 respectively. When she walked into my room that morning, I wasn’t sure what to do. Whether to try and cover up my hard-on or to just continue doing what I had been doing. I didn’t know if she would start yelling at me or not. Instead, she strolled over to the bed and asked what I was doing. I replied that I was scratching an itch. “Really,” she said. She then put her hand under the sheet and pretended to scratch me, and then gave me a great hand job. Over the next few days and weeks, Jane made a point of coming back quickly from taking the kids to school. Sometimes, if I was asleep, she would climb into bed with me and either travesti give me a hand job, and eventually graduated to some mind blowing – blowjobs. She would always find an excuse. If I was taking a shower, she came in to bring me clean towels and offered to dry my back. Other times she would join me in the shower and let me play with her. She taught me how she liked her pussy licked and sucked and we progressed to this form of sexual play as well. She bought home some condoms one day and allowed me to fuck her. So our days progressed rapidly and by the time I went back to my family in Brooklyn, Jane and I were having full on sex every day, except for the weekends, when her family was around. We would still have a sly touch and feel if it was possible. Her daughter turned 18 while I was there in Chicago. Now Clarice, her daughter was a model of her Mom. Her hair was the same light brown and she had gray-green eyes. Her body was well toned as she was an athlete of the first class and honed her body to the nth degree. I had always thought of her as a sexual playmate since I had first moved in, but was unable to take advantage until she turned 18. Clarice was one of those girls who loved to tease.
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