The Photo Shop Ch. 15

MILF Book Club pt. 3 The final part of this story, but there are more in the works as they continue to read and be inspired. On the day of the meeting it was clear that both Sharifah and Athena were eager to begin, as both were grinning. Finally as all were sipping their tea Sharifah gestured to Athena. "Athena, why don't you begin?" Athena set her tea cup aside and looked around to see she had everyone's attention before speaking. After she had related the time she had spent with Devon she spoke to sum up. "It was...amazing. Such passion, it had been too long." Rosalia looked as if she would burst as she gathered herself. "Again, you seduce a boy young enough to be your son, aren't you ashamed?" Athena laughed. "Not in the least and he is a little too old to be my son." Before Rosalia could continue Sharifah spoke. "I guess now is the time to share my experience." So she launched into her own afternoon with Devon and note

Celia Francis was 38. An elegant lady, 5'6" tall, long blonde hair worn to the tops of her shoulders. A size 10 figure and 34B breasts. She clearly worked out and often got whistled at in the street and received comments in the local supermarkets from lust filled young men who considered her to be a hot MILF. Celia was always thrilled to receive such comments which sent a nice hum through her body, down to her pussy. Celia was single and enjoyed life to the full. An extremely strong libido which meant lots of trysts with lovers both married and single. She and her best friend Jane had worked together in the administration department of a local stationery supply company for 15 years or so. They were part of a team of 20. Celia and Jane had been integral to the success of the company as they rose through the ranks. They ran the office with an iron rod so the management and sales teams could go out and do their thing knowing everything in the office would run smoothly. Orders

When I was writing the first draft of this chapter on November 25, 2020, they were acknowledging the International Day for the Elimination of Violence against Women on that day. It is one of the greatest continuing crimes of society around the world that so much violence continues to be perpetrated against women. International Sex Trafficking is a hundred billion dollar a year business. Many societies around the world accept or tolerate violence against women for a multitude of reasons ranging from religious to cultural to apathy. If there were ever an argument for putting women in charge of everything, it would be this. Perhaps most of this would finally end. If violence or forced or coerced sex has ever been perpetrated against you, please leave a brief anonymous comment at the end of this chapter. It doesn't have to be more than a Me Too. I don't want you to have to relive the trauma. I, for one, offer my apologies for whatever happened to you. Tess(UK), you don't need

☆☆☆Please note, all characters in this story are over age 18☆☆☆ I was a senior in high school when I first saw him. We moved around a lot as a family, and I didn't make many close friends. I only had one friend my whole senior year, on purpose. My family was very secretive about our lives, and didn't want me letting anyone know how we made money and what kind of dealings my father was involved in. When I met Kaylie, I recognized in her what my family instilled in me. Keep your family dealings private at all costs. We bonded over the darkness we could see in each other, and over the shared risk of anyone finding out anything about our parents and what they did. Kaylie didn't know much about me, just enough to form a friendship. She especially didn't know that I was held back a year, and that I started senior year as an 18 year old. I told no one, it simply wasn't their business. I wanted to get done with school and on to a bigger city, where I can leave all of the

At 28 Bree was young but had achieved the title and respect of a senior accountant in a large national firm. As you might expect this meant that in her professional demeanor maturity and competence oozed from her well fitted business suits. She was 5' 9" with a fit body and an attractive face but her clothing did little to enhance her appeal as a woman. Bree also had beautiful silky long brunette hair but all her work colleagues ever saw was a tight bun at the back of her head. She could easily win a librarian look-a-like contest. She even wore her hair in this severe style at all company social events, off-site conferences and trade shows. It was a key element of her business persona. Indeed, her librarian-spinster look was exactly how Bree intended. She knew that if her body was exhibited rather than cloaked her career would suffer. Horny men love to see sexy women but frequently assume their brains aren't in the same league as their bodies. In the world of corporate