Among the Friends: A Journey of Erotic Adventures
I was naturally ecstatic since it was my cousin’s wedding. I was imagining things, I mean, I was thinking about the women I was going to meet there. You have a different kind of feeling of meeting a woman, a completely stranger, who wants to go to bed after the party. The fortune was in my favour but it was differently different from what I had imagined. More
My duty was at the table where I found the bride’s distant cousin. Her name was Michelle, a few years older than me. She was not tall; she had blonde hair which swayed around her shoulders when she turned her head; her eyes, those beautiful eyes, stared out from heavy mascara; she was definitely overweight but she was beautiful. Yes, one more thing, she was divorced. Her dress was a size too small and it showed every curve of her waist and bottom and her terrific cleavage.
I liked mature women, thirty plus, in fact they were my only vice. Such women had come to be like the detriment to my marriage. I found her very attractive and it was not difficult to get really acquainted. We clicked immediately as we ate our way through the wedding breakfast. The champagne might have had something to do with it, but who was I to complain?
Juliana was her daughter, exactly a smaller replica of her mother but a bit taller. She had raven hair and firm figure. She was slim and exotic, on the way to developing her mother's breasts. There is no doubt that she was an inherent beauty, a girl ahead of her years, destined to spend life in the forefront. The only troubling point was that she knew that she had acquired more intelligence than her age and she wore her precocity like a badge.