Cougars and Sugar Daddies
Tell us your stories of age gap shags. No paedo gags please.
Inspired by The Resident Loon
( , Thu 4 Dec 2008, 13:55)
Tell us your stories of age gap shags. No paedo gags please.
Inspired by The Resident Loon
( , Thu 4 Dec 2008, 13:55)
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A few years ago I was back in my hometown after several years away. I was bored and lonely - all of my mates had packed off to uni so I was the only one around. I spent my time pissing about on the gamecube and drowning my sorrows in the local. Then one particularly memorable lunchtime pub sesh I got chatting with one of the uni-goers mums that I had met a few times previously - y'know, saying how we both missed him (me mostly to be polite, to be honest), how the town seem starved for youth at the moment - then her eyes lit up - "Except for you, y'young scallywag!"...
... several pints and a lot less judgement later, we ended up back at her gaff. stumbling into the kitchen, I wandered over to the fridge to grab a coke - this may have been an attempt to sober myself up a little, I'm not sure now. "I'm glad," she said, "that at least on of [son]'s friends has managed to stay off those awful drugs."
Ah, thought I, methinks I'd better stash this weed I'm carrying surreptitiously into the fridge so it won't get found in the ripping off of clothes which was so obviously on the cards. So I hid it behind the coleslaw.
And then we were off - in the kitchen, the hall, the bedroom... the bathroom... oops. a slight slip on my part had jism ending up all over the tiled floor. More than I would have thought possible, actually. "Dammit!" says I. Then looking up I notice she doesn't look too happy...
"Oh shit!" she cries, "Is that the time? My husband will be home in half an hour! We've got to get this cleared up!"
Her husband? Oh shit! [son]'s dad! In my drunken state and rampant horniness I'd made the unforgivable mistake of forgetting that the guy even existed!
"Right, where's your mop?"
"It broke! I chucked it away! Oh what are we going to do?"
"Don't panic... Don't panic... there's a shop just over the road isn't there? I'll go buy one."
"Are you sure you'd do that for me?"
"Yes, of course!"
"Really really sure?"
"Yes!"
"You're sure?"
I was starting to get annoyed. "SURE." I had a feeling I wouldn't be calling on her again.
"OK, take my credit card and go get a mop."
So I legged it out the door, over the road, grabbed one of those squeegee mop things, paid on her card and got back in time to mop the floor and beat a swift retreat before hubby arrived home. However in the panic I left the weed sat behind the coleslaw in the fridge...
So there you go, Cool Grass and "SURE" Card/Addis.
Length? I've measured it from side to side, twas three feet long and two feet wide.
( , Mon 8 Dec 2008, 12:06, 2 replies)
A few years ago I was back in my hometown after several years away. I was bored and lonely - all of my mates had packed off to uni so I was the only one around. I spent my time pissing about on the gamecube and drowning my sorrows in the local. Then one particularly memorable lunchtime pub sesh I got chatting with one of the uni-goers mums that I had met a few times previously - y'know, saying how we both missed him (me mostly to be polite, to be honest), how the town seem starved for youth at the moment - then her eyes lit up - "Except for you, y'young scallywag!"...
... several pints and a lot less judgement later, we ended up back at her gaff. stumbling into the kitchen, I wandered over to the fridge to grab a coke - this may have been an attempt to sober myself up a little, I'm not sure now. "I'm glad," she said, "that at least on of [son]'s friends has managed to stay off those awful drugs."
Ah, thought I, methinks I'd better stash this weed I'm carrying surreptitiously into the fridge so it won't get found in the ripping off of clothes which was so obviously on the cards. So I hid it behind the coleslaw.
And then we were off - in the kitchen, the hall, the bedroom... the bathroom... oops. a slight slip on my part had jism ending up all over the tiled floor. More than I would have thought possible, actually. "Dammit!" says I. Then looking up I notice she doesn't look too happy...
"Oh shit!" she cries, "Is that the time? My husband will be home in half an hour! We've got to get this cleared up!"
Her husband? Oh shit! [son]'s dad! In my drunken state and rampant horniness I'd made the unforgivable mistake of forgetting that the guy even existed!
"Right, where's your mop?"
"It broke! I chucked it away! Oh what are we going to do?"
"Don't panic... Don't panic... there's a shop just over the road isn't there? I'll go buy one."
"Are you sure you'd do that for me?"
"Yes, of course!"
"Really really sure?"
"Yes!"
"You're sure?"
I was starting to get annoyed. "SURE." I had a feeling I wouldn't be calling on her again.
"OK, take my credit card and go get a mop."
So I legged it out the door, over the road, grabbed one of those squeegee mop things, paid on her card and got back in time to mop the floor and beat a swift retreat before hubby arrived home. However in the panic I left the weed sat behind the coleslaw in the fridge...
So there you go, Cool Grass and "SURE" Card/Addis.
Length? I've measured it from side to side, twas three feet long and two feet wide.
( , Mon 8 Dec 2008, 12:06, 2 replies)
You jammy bastard
I'd have just kept my drugs in my pockets though.
( , Mon 8 Dec 2008, 12:30, closed)
I'd have just kept my drugs in my pockets though.
( , Mon 8 Dec 2008, 12:30, closed)
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