Maurine Wells:nnSex: FemalenAge: 22 yearsnFigure: Flawless, Soft-contoured, voluptuous, hourglass type and perfectly femininenComplexion: WhitenVoice: MusicalnFace: Rounding, very pretty and innocent in looksnEyes: Heavy-lidded, large and greennHair: Silken, soft, ample, fiery-red and waves down to assnBust: 40DD, round and firmnNipples: pink and puffynWaist: 29nHips: 41, wide-curvednAss: Soft and massivenThighs: creamy-soft and fatnnnLinda Perkins:nnSex: FemalenAge: 43 yearsnFigure: Skinny, mannish, muscular and poorly curvednComplexion: WhitenVoice: A little deep pitchednFace: Somewhat attractive and clever in looksnEyes: Slightly slanted, small and dark brownnHair: short, boy-cut, dark with grey streaks and straightnBust: 31 A, almost flatnWaist: 22nHips: 30, narrownAss: Almost flatnThighs: Straight and longnOrientation: A passionate lesbian nnMaurine Wells was pushed backwards by her companion on the king-size bed. That companion was a skinny, mature woman who was leaning unto her at the same time. The face of the woman couldn't be seen well in the dim light of that bedroom but it had a sharper and philosophical profile. Maurine felt it really odd for not being able to recognize the slim lesbian who had leaned above her; nevertheless she knew the mature woman was very intimate to her. The familiar fragrant wafts hit her nose as the lesbian pressed her mouth on her full lips. The girl stared in vain to make out her lover's face but couldn't do so and she began to savor the forceful smack on her lips.nnThe lesbian sucked on Maurine's lips and continued to kiss her passionately as she pushed the soft-contoured arms up round the red haired head. It seemed to the voluptuous girl that she already knew her lesbian lover who was still clothed in male-fashioned T-shirt and Levi's. Anticipating what may come next, she decided to let the woman enjoy unto her curvaceous, stark naked body.nnMaurine sighed as the woman stroked playfully on her huge mammas and pinched the sensitive, large nipples. In an instant her lover turned her head to take one puffy teat between her lips. She pulled more of the nipple into her mouth and sucked the coarse textured pink areola. The woman sucked harder on the nipple which slipped slowly through her lips in a smack. She licked the saliva-coated nipple and kissed the huge melon. Then she turned her head to other bubby and licked the creamy, firm globe. She kissed the puffy teat and opened her mouth to brush her lips unto its rough, sensitive texture. Sucking it hard, she pulled more of the nipple, which slid slowly out of her mouth in a smack.nnThe lesbian continued to suck redhead's huge tits. Maurine moaned and bit her lip as the pleasure waves rose into her loins due to that ardent tit-sucking. The woman began to stroke her voluptuous form tenderly.

Jane found the small office without much difficulty. It was in a modern looking development rather in a small side road. Each floor seemed to hold a different company. The lobby was unguarded and Jane was able to go to the lift and she found 'Petra Northgate' on the list next to it as being on the third floor. Jane was soon at her office, one of the almost identical doors in a corridor of six. The office inside was small with a tiny reception room unstaffed by any secretary. Petra was there seemingly waiting for Jane when she entered.nn"Jane Portland?"nn"Yes, that's me." Jane responded a little nervously.nn"I'm Petra Northgate, come in."nnPetra had to be in her late fifties. Her dark hair, laced with grey, was bound up in a bun and pulled back starkly from her face. She had a broad face of features that must have once been strong but through age were beginning to lose their definition. Her eyes still seemed to twinkle and gave the impression of an enduring interest in life. Petra's room was like a thousand other medical offices with bland paintings on the wall and a number of certificates. The only distinctive thing was the leather clad reclining chair in the corner.nn"Take a seat, Jane." Petra gestured to the normal office chair in front of her desk.nnJane took the seat and sat silently, assuming Petra would take the lead; she did.

This is for Doorite.Here's hoping nnWe've known one another since I was 13, when I was your Pookie & you were my Voogie (ok, I admit, strange names for one another).you know the whole lost touch thing happened and then when I was 15 you came back into my life. I gave you my innocence willingly that day in the basement of your grandfather's home and then it seemed we were never alone unless we were making love. Things happened again, as they almost always do with teenagers in love (or, I think you loved me then.I really don't know that you ever said the words to me) and a wedge was blown between us that we never knew if we'd be able to repair or close. But I didn't hate you for what happened, I hated myself for allowing myself to be hurt so badly again. We both moved onto other places in our lives, had some relationships that left us battered and bruised, and then it happened, FACEBOOK!nnIt's true that you never forget your first lover, and that it can be harder to remember the ones who you know that you never truly loved in the first place. You were one of the first people I looked for, and there you were. listed as single. We started talking through the site and then over MSN, agreeing to meet for coffee one day and actually following through with it. Of course, there were the nerves, and I didn't know if you'd come so I'd brought a book for protection so as not to be found alone in a public place. but then, there you were, and it was as though we had never been apart.nnWe saw each other a few times over the first couple of weeks, at first both believing that friendship was probably where things were headed. I'm not sure when things changed for you, or really even for me, but one day I just knew that I want you back in my life, romantically, to stay. So, I showed up at your door and being ever so subtle I told you that I want us to date again, you told me that you'd like that as well, but not until some other things settle down and you have more time to devote to a relationship. So, I took you to my Literotica profile and you read some of my writing and you told me that you want to read more, so, here is a tale just for you, letting you know what I'd like to have happen between us, at least physically.nn*****nnYou'll be sitting at your computer one day, working on your music & there will be a knock at the door. You'll already know that I'm coming over to give you a massage so you'll just yell for me to let myself in, as I walk through the door you'll provide your usual greeting, "Hi hon.

"Breakfast is ready, Mistress."nnMora turned over in the bed and smiled. "Thank you. I will be down shortly." nnMarlar nodded and, turning sharply on her heel, exited the room, the petticoats of her skirt swishing slightly. Mora yawned and slipped from between the sheets. The maid costume really was a cute touch. It seemed to accent Marlar's dark skin and eyes and added a touch of subtle sophistication as well as humiliation. She dressed quickly and ran a brush through her hair, slipped into her boots and headed to the kitchen. nnMarlar noticed Mora's approach and set the table quickly and efficiently, never once missing a beat. Silently, Mora was impressed at how far Marlar had come from the meek and obedient wife to the hot, sexy slut she had been crafted into. Mora knew it had been in her from the beginning when Jerry had first sent his wife's picture to her with pleas for help. She seemed to love her husband very much and they were very devoted to one another, but there was just something lacking sexually. Mora smirked as she buttered her toast. Every woman was a sexpot; they just had to be taught how to be without being disgusting. There were ways to be hot and sexy and kinky without anyone ever seeing past the professional exterior. nnJerry sat at the table, browsing the newspaper. Mora watched with a sense of satisfaction as Marlar slipped beneath the table and mouth-fucked him. Once he was finished, she replaced his pants and headed off to do her normal Saturday duties. Mora watched out of the corner of her eye as Marlar buzzed around the house, happy as a lark, completing each task quickly.