1. Forever Stuck In The 60's


    Date: 10/14/2015, Categories: Fiction, Cum Swallowing, Mature, Plumper, Written by women, Author: CandyXLove, Rating: 94.9, Source: sexstories.com

    wouldn't likely go home alone. Peggy didn't visit the Stony Creek Tavern though, or if she ever did frequent customer Mac Crawford never saw her there. Her social life seemed to be the plumber's visits and her entertainment was the music that played in the cabin non-stop it seemed. Vinyl, not CD's or cassettes, and if there was something she owned more recent than the seventies Mac hadn't heard it during any of his visits. That was fine by Mac because having heard that music played by his parents as he grew up, he knew much of it already and much preferred it over hip-hop, faux country and other stuff popular today. Mac also wasn't put off by some of Peggy's eccentricities. Despite what seemed to be her rather bohemian lifestyle she was always clean and her frizzy red hair was always washed, but she wore no perfumes or many other chemicals, although she often did reek of patchouli. Peggy didn't appear to own a TV or a computer but seemed to be a voracious reader with books filling a multitude of shelves on the bookcases they shared with her LP's, and her washing machine was something out of the stone age, one of those ones with the wringer on them that Mac had fixed one time at the start of their relationship. Mac didn't know what else Peggy did or didn't have in the way of modern conveniences, but there were two things that he was reasonably certain that Peggy Pierce did not possess. One thing were brassieres. Peggy was fond of wearing vintage tank tops of bands people his ...
    age had likely never have heard off, and Peggy never wore anything underneath those skimpy tops in winter or summer. It wasn't that Peggy Pierce was the kind of woman who didn't need a bra either, and the evidence of that was clear to see. Peggy was a rather slender woman but her breasts were quite large, their size accentuated by the somewhat petite body that carried them. The bell-shaped jugs hung low and swung free, and Peggy didn't mind if they got looked at either, Mac knew full well. From that very first visit Mac had looked but he rationalized his gawking at a woman old enough to be his mother at the fact that Peggy's breasts were impossible not to look at. The tank-tops she wore were barely able to contain them and left little to the imagination, although from the minute Mac had finished his work on that first visit, his imagination was no longer needed. The other thing not present, or least not used at Peggy's cabin were razors. The bushy red hair that filled the deep caverns under Peggy's skinny arms was long and grew thickly, and if her armpits had ever felt a razor it had to have been many moons ago. That had put Mac off at first because this was something his generation had been conditioned against, but the more he saw it the more he got to like the look. It wasn't for everybody but it was perfect for Peggy and underlined her free spirited nature. Her legs were also unshaven but unlike her underarms the hair on her calves was faint and sparse. Faint and sparse ...
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