Stories by Prometheus

I play squash in a league on Friday nights. I chat with the other guys that play; we're more acquaintances than friends. I wouldn't socialize with them outside of squash, but I have known a few of them for a long time. One Friday, I was chatting with a guy called Tony. We got onto the subject of...

My wife, Lucy, was a good looking woman. At 40 she was the kind of woman that got hotter and more refined with age. She has long blonde hair, bright green eyes, nice handful sized tits with tight little nippes, a thin waist, and nice big phat arse. She looks after herself, never roughing it, she...