Beth and Eddie, were friends of my late wife and mine, when we lived in Cape Town...Beth was fun a plenty, especially when we went clubbing, or just when traveling along the wine routes on a Sunday, afternoon... Beth was a lady, who enjoyed a great length cock, a good sixteen or seventeen inch would do, something her husband Eddie, never had, or could never satisfy her with, causing her too look around, which Eddie had no...

Milly, soon became the topic of conversation amongst all the friendly women of the street...My Mom included... Eaves dropping on their conversations, made for extremely interesting listening...Left me wondering, was it because of her eccentric way of dressing, always dressed in black... A black mini dress, or a black mini skirt, matched with a skimpy black buttoned blouse, which always seemed three sizes too small, her bl...

The heavens had opened, and the rain was falling in buckets, and the wind wasn't making it any easy...The windscreen wipers were rushing back and forth, but were making very little difference too ones vision...There she stood, at the bus shelter, looking for protection from the rain, or hoping to get a lift, as the bus service had retired for the night, and would only be returning at five, the next morning...Rush, rush th...

It was just past ten when Cheryl my stepmom and her friend Samantha, known as Sam to me walked through the front door... As I heard Sam, ask Cheryl, " Where is Billy..." Cheryl replied, " Most probably studying in his room..." Sam burst out laughing, before shouting out loud, " Studying, that is not like him..." There I lay in my bed, playing for dead as the two of them walked down the passage in the direction of my bedro...

There she stood at the entrance too, " The Club Candle Stick..." Like a woman on a mission, observing everyone... Staring and staring in every direction... There, she saw Billy, sitting at the bar having a drink and chatting to Mike the barman... Clack, clack went her high heels as they hit the floor, as she stormed over in his direction... There she stood, blood red in the face, staring angrily at Billy, ready to spit fi...

That cab pulled up, too dropped me off at the entrance to my friends Jimmy and Jackie's apartment block... As I entered the entrance, carrying my rucksack slung over my shoulder I was greeted by a receptionist, who was quick to say, " sorry we are full... " Looking at him, I said, sorry, not looking for accommodation but for my friends in 1008... He quickly replied, " Oh Miss Jackie and Mr. Jimmy..." Yes I replied... Sorr...

Yes, Ryan's big day had come and gone... He had just turned eighteen a week ago, so it's time to go clubbing....A first time for him.... Him as excited as a puppy with a bone, we were ready to leave for the clubs, not knowing which one it would be...His mother not knowing what was going to happen looked at him, nervously, and said, " My Baby, don't try be like Billy, as that could only breed trouble..." Ryan smiling at hi...

Awakening, and feeling rather luck...Looking into the mirror, the image returned, was an image of happiness, or should I say an image of luckiness...With chores to do, left me wondering, what my luck would be... The chores done and dusted, and the day, almost done and dusted, and the moon peeping from the sky, so off to the casino I went, with a few hundred rand's to play.... On entering the casino, and looking in the dir...

It was Friday the the thirteenth, and into the agency I walked, and Annie called me over...Staring into her eyes into dark brown eyes, and her staring back into mine, and a slip of paper in her left hand and pulling me over towards herself where she was standing on the other side of her desk, she whispered in my ear... I have a booking for you... Before slipping the piece of paper into my one hand... Smiling she whispered...

Sylvia's telegram read....Returning on Thursday the tenth at sixteen thirty at the International Airport.... Please collect me...Your Aunt Sylvia.... There I was left wondering, was Aunt Sylvia returning too tie up all the loose ends connected with her apartment, which I had been occupying since she had left for Germany with her fiancée Wolfgang... I was not sure as the only communication which we had between each other w...

The day was finally over or so we thought....My family had left for home, after celebrating my birthday... It was only my wife and myself as my son had gone to sleep over at his cousins for the night... There we sat, her on my lap, on the rocking chair, the light dimly lit and the logs on the fire crackling every now and then, and us sipping on our red wine, listening to the soft music in the background... My wife looking...

We both had, very little time for having fun, because of our work commitments, as we both work for ourselves, her in the advertising industry, and me having my own liquor store...So, work, work it has been for the last few week, which had Easter in between... Both feeling rather exhausted, when into my store walked, my wife, one Wednesday afternoon... Smiling, just like she knew how too, and too cause any man to buckle at...

Llandudno Beach was a favorite spot of ours, as my wife and I enjoyed basking naked in the sun... It is nicely secluded from the road and from the houses over looking the ocean, and has nice rock formations for one to enjoy basking naked in the sun... The rocks are a nice distance from the main beach... It was an area that we enjoyed visiting, as one can enjoy nude tanning, which was a great pastime of ours, without upset...

Friday had finally arrived...My heart was filled with joy... The thought of being back to Cape Town for the first time in months, and around all the people who mean so much too me, and basking in the sun on the beach, and rocking the night away in the clubs again... The adrenaline was rushing through the veins of my body... So lucky to have been offered a lift by an army buddy... But the only obstacle in the way was, the...

Living on the eighth floor, was fun for " Horny Pete.."...No one knew what he was up too... In and out the building he would go...Coming ( Cumming ) home was fun for him... Standing at the window with his cock in his hand, thinking that no one was able to see...How wrong could he be... There they were peeping at every opportunity, from across the street... Yes it was driving both of them wild with desire, wishing they cou...