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A bit why I like mature ladies I love sports and being a Hoosier I used to basketball! I must say I was a great shooter especially of baseline jumpshots and had quite a deep range on that shot! Indeed it was ing basketball that the genesis of my desires for older women began! You see I was 5 or 6 old and ed at the YMCA! There was a woman who would show up and watch out practice. She was plainer than plain in looks, however when she didn't show up another woman would! Now she was awesome if a 5 or6 can say that. She sported a blond beehive wore sexy miniskirts and knit pullovers or sometimes a blouse and jacket hat matched her skirt. Her legs never stopped and she wore great heels! I won't even tell you how gorgeous her large breasts were! I bought she was the coach's GF and the plain his wife. Being that young it didn't think that was odd. I must say I did dream of her. Yes she was my first sexual dream but bing 5or6i remember that in the dream was drawing a picture of her! Some lurid boy I was! I never said a word or even got to within 20 feet of her but my wasn't she cute!! So cute I can still see her walking into the gym and standing by the sideline watching us practice.!!! Move on now to parochial hool! While in 8th grade a mom who had a few in the hool with me made that year a bit interesting for me. Her nearest was a year behind me as I recall, however she would spend time volunteering at our hool library. She was actually a very beautiful lady with great body bad salt and pepper hair! During the year she showed excessive interest in how I was. She would come into the lunch room and place both hands on my shoulders lean over and ask how my day was or how I was feeling that day! Then there were the days while I was in the library she would walk over and talk with me. Once even feeling my ass! But the day that stands out is the day I was in the library when she just walked over to me while I was looking for a book as I turned she reached and kisses me on the lips! The next year she would stop at the house across the street to take to high hool. I could not let her drive me to hool as I feared what would happen as her oldest was in the car. That's as far as it got but I've still thought of her and wished we could have d something. I rue I didn't put my arm round her and kiss her back, but at that time I was a confused boy wondering why she was doing what she was! I have since wondered how far she was willing to go and that I will never know! |
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wow - almost like a "crush" on a teacher .........
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