1. Tammy Visits


    Date: 8/3/2015, Categories: Lesbian Sex, Masturbation, Taboo, Author: brianbigdogsmith, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

    well? It was complicated, to say the least. Was it that I hoped by being with Tammy that somehow it may resurrect those feelings again when she was my mom’s best friend. Was I trying to relive the past instead of dealing with the present? Tammy reached over and hugged me. “Kelly, you need to understand that I’m just not that kind of women at heart.” Seeing the disappointment on my face, she tried to explain further by saying, “What we did was special and something I'll never forget... it just isn’t ME though. Do you understand?” I understood, or at least I understood what her answer was. I can say, though, that I did NOT understand WHY. Maybe I never would. Just then I heard something downstairs and to my surprise, my dad was already home. Well, it WAS a Friday afternoon and he knew Linda would be arriving so I guess he left work a little early – defined as anything before 7-8:00 in the evening! “John!” Tammy called out as he came up the stairs. My dad came into my room and Tammy stood up and they hugged. Something was different already, something I couldn't quite put my finger on but it WAS different. Watching them hug and then start to kiss, I realized what it was. Before she had been my mom’s best friend and anything between them had funneled through her with her blessing. Tammy was always my mom’s best friend”, not just another woman. Watching them together this way it seemed they were more like lovers than two people with a common friend. It had been hard enough to see ...
    him with my Aunt Linda this way and they had been together sexually forever it seemed. To see Tammy and him like this was just a little mind-boggling. “I'll call you later Dad,” I said as I walked out of the room. Sheesh, he didn’t even said goodbye, let alone give me so much as a kiss or a quick squeeze on the butt as I went by him. He and Tammy were too absorbed with one another to notice much of anything else. I had cleared my calendar for the day and night, assuming I would be spending it with my Dad and Tammy. As I drove home it came to me that now I was all alone on a warm Friday night. This sucked! For the past 24 years, or at least those parts that I remember, coming home was always something I looked forward to. Home meant security, love, and being with my parents. There is not a time in my life when I can recall NOT wanting to go home. Even now, I often catch myself calling it “home” even though I have my own apartment which is technically “home” for me. Still, I don't think it will matter where I live or for how long, “home” will always be that place where I grew up, where so many things happened to make me the woman I am today. Not only can I not remember ever not wanting to GO home, neither can I ever recall ever feeling like I wasn't welcome either. No matter the time of year or day, the weather or what my parents had planned, I knew I could always count on a warm reception when I walked through the door. I didn't matter what I’d done, how badly I screwed up, or ...
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