A real Milf and her real activities.

Adventures of a Real Life Milf

If I knew I was a MILF I would have separated from my husband sooner. The first time I thought it was a fluke. Actually I’m still surprised when this happens and this happens a lot. The first time it happened was in a karaoke bar on a Sunday night which is not a prime time or place to anticipate hooking up. Two guys startled my friend and me when they emerged from a dark alley by the bar’s entrance. The first guy introduced himself and his young friend. The younger one was clever, witty, kind of a wise ass and made me laugh. Once we started talking we were inseparable. When I told him my age he said, “No way, impossible!, really? You’re older than my mom.” He paused to think, “Interesting it doesn’t change how hot I think you are.” I knew my ride was on their way, “I’m enjoying our conversation and hate for it to end. However my ride will be here in about ten minutes do you want to expedite this and make out in the alley?”

Outside he pinned me to the wall with my hips glued to his massive cock I felt getting harder by the second. The heat we exchanged in those ten minutes was more than I’d felt in my fifteen year marriage. His kisses were hungry, fast and sloppy so I murmured, “Slow down lover.” He took direction well. I wanted more than a ten minute quickie in the alley with him. He had smooth, freckled skin that needed to be explored with my tongue before I wrapped my lips around that throbbing cock. He had the biggest, bluest eyes I wanted to see looking up at me from between my legs. Before walking to the car feeling the silky wetness of my pussy with every step I took, we made arrangements to meet the following day

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