1. Claire & Angie's Holiday Adventure


    Date: 9/29/2015, Categories: Hardcore, Lesbian Sex, Masturbation, Author: ubiquit2s, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

    problems, so it was quite likely, knowing her as I do, that she was in a similar frame of mind to me. Before I go any further a little more about us. We’re from the North, outskirts of Manchester. I was thirty-two, Angie was thirty-five. We’re almost opposites physically, both of us are attractive in an understated way, nothing spectacular. I’m the tall slim one with a big nose, small firm tits and a big arse – our one point in common. Angie’s shorter, but not short, she’s got the prettier face, and she’s the plump one with her big arse matched by her big full soft tits. I’m brunette, blue eyes, she’s honey blonde, brown eyes, we both moan a bit about how we look, like women do, but nature could have been worse to both of us. I guess we’ve always found each other attractive on some level, but it’s our minds that complement each other best. She’s confident, gregarious, chatty, and I’m the quiet one, but after a few drinks I can be just as bad as her. Angie has always been the dead straight one, likes her men, likes her booze, loves her k**s. I had bit of a wild time when I was in my teens and twenties, but I’ve calmed down a lot since then, though not completely. Paul and I still like the odd spliff at bedtime, and he doesn’t know it, and nor did Angie, but when I was a club babe back in the ‘90s, and when I was in the right mood and the right company, I was a quite partial to a bit of clam-jousting. I wouldn’t say I was bisexual, I did used to say if asked that I was just ...
    sexual. If there was a willing woman near me, and I was buzzing on the amazing E’s we used to get back in the day, chances are we’d have at least a good snog, and occasionally we’d go a lot further than that. I was one of those girls who wasn’t averse to dragging another girl into the club toilets for a sniff of poppers and a quick frig, but on the whole, I preferred men. There was nothing I liked better than a good hard shag with a well-hung bloke. I hadn’t touched a woman in about five years, until that afternoon. One of the things I really like about Angie is that we can be really frank with each other about sex. We don’t go on about it, but we do tell each other how we’re feeling. Both of us admit we like to masturbate if the bloke isn’t up to it, so it wasn’t out of the ordinary when Angie dreamily said: “Oh fuck, I’m feeling a bit horny, I think I’m going to have to go and take care of myself.” She had sort of soft and naughty grin on her face as she spoke. Something in my tummy kind of went ‘oooohh’. When I’m all sun-warm and a bit pissed I’m always in the mood, and she’d caught me on the hop. “I don’t know though… I don’t know if I can be bothered to get up,” She yawned, flopping back and closing her eyes. Before I could stop myself this came out: “Stay here then, I’ll help you out if you like.” I think I meant it as a joke. Angie opened her eyes and looked at me, all surprised. ‘Oops’ I thought, ‘Claire, you’ve gone too far.’ But next thing you know, we’re talking about ...
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