1. Who Owned Me -1


    Date: 8/27/2015, Categories: First Time, Mature, Sex Humor, Author: stif266, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

    be moving in yet, I'd go back home and get my things first, but I was moving for sure and I felt pretty nervous and somewhat relieved. &#034I'll be keeping an eye on you,&#034 she warned me. &#034And you'd best keep an eye on some of the boys around here.&#034 &#034Ma'am?&#034 &#034You might want to cover yourself up some,&#034 the Widow said with a cluck of her tongue, looking up and down my long legs which just as tanned and toned as the rest of me. &#034Yes, Ma'am.&#034 I nodded seriously, pulling some blonde hair out of my blue eyes. I won't pretend any false modesty because I know what I look like, but I'd learned to deal with boys and even full grown men. My old boyfriend, the one in the army, had tried hard and often to get into my panties, but I'd managed to fend him off. A little kissing was nice and occasionally his hands would wander to find my breasts, but that was as far as we'd gone for the two years we'd dated. My sex drive had never been much to brag about, unlike some of the girls I'd known in school. Doing more than kissing just didn't interest me a whole lot, although I'd been sorely tempted to give my boyfriend a little more than that as he'd gotten closer to shipping off for boot camp. I'd ended up giving him a hand job in the backseat of his daddy's car. That had been the first and only time I'd seen an erection in my life, and certainly the only time I'd ever touched one! I hadn't done a very good job of jerking him off probably, but he hadn't ...
    complained and I did kiss him nice and let him play with my tits through my sweater. When he started cumming it had surprised me, just because I'd had no idea what to expect really. It had seemed kind of disgusting and I'd wiped that stuff off my fingers in a hurry. That was the full extent of my sexual expertise as I walked home from work late one Friday evening. &#034Oh!&#034 I stopped walking as a shadowy figure crossed the sidewalk in front of me. It was a dog, I realized, and a large one too, although I couldn't say for certain what breed it might have been. I'd never owned a dog, but of course I knew people who did and I wasn't afraid of them or anything. At least, not the nice ones, you know. This dog seemed nice enough, since he was largely ignoring me. He'd crossed the path in front of me and found an old maple tree, sniffing around it while I watched and then relieving himself the way dogs do. I stood there for a moment and then started walking again. I'd seen several dogs around the neighborhood in the few weeks I'd been living there, but I didn't remember seeing this one before. Not that I should have, I mean. He was just a dog. So long as he wasn't rabid or anything, I felt pretty content to let him go his way while I walked the last couple blocks to my apartment above the Widow's garage. &#034Nice doggy,&#034 I said, feeling suddenly nervous as he approached me. &#034Good boy. Uh ... Go home now. Go on.&#034 When I'd started walking, he'd lifted his head at the clicking ...
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