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witchy funSalem Massachusetts is best known for thewitch trials during the colonial times where womenwere accused of being witches and executed based onthe testimony of school girls. But the town is a lovelycoastal city with many things about it to make it agood community to raise c***dren in. Many of thehomes are built on the hillside giving excellent viewsof the ocean.I often stood on the balcony on the front of myhome overlooking the bay. It was called a widowswalk for the wives of sea captains who could affordhomes overlooking the bay. It is refreshing to drinka cup of coffee while feeling the morning breezecoming up the hillside carrying the smell of the moist,salty air. I could reflect on the last 45 years of mylife.I had gotten married when I was 21-years oldlike so many of my friends and classmates. Both ofus had been raised in the area. We had been blessedwith twin girls, Katy and Kristy, by the time I was 23-years old. The marriage went sour before the girlsentered school. My husband turned out to be a jerk.He started suggesting that we should get involved insome threesomes with other women. He evensuggested which friends of mine he would like towatch me have sex with because he wanted to fuckthem. I rejected any suggestions of seducing myfriends. He eventually became verbally and physicallyabusive. I was able to fight off some of his attacksbecause I am five-feet seven, 175 pounds, a fullfigured woman with curves to be proud of, 44DDD-35-45, long brown hair, green eyes. Eventually I gotfed up with his abuse and divorced him.As a result of the settlement the girls and I gotthe home. He eventually moved to New York and wenever saw him again. The girls and I settled down tolive our lives in peace. I had no desire to go out andfind another man. I was happy working in a womenboutique and doing everything I would to provide mygirls every opportunity to become whatever theywanted. Eventually I got bored with spending mynights masturbating myself to sleep. I found myselfthinking about my ex’s suggestion of making it withother women. The idea became my favorite fantasy.One evening I was visiting a friend for supper ather house. Her husband was out of town on a trip.We were drinking a Bordeaux wine with a good Dikmen travesti noseand talking. We began to discuss our secrets. At onepoint I told her about my ex wanting to try a three-way with another woman. Cindy admitted that shehad always been curious about having sex withanother woman. I don’t remember which one of ussuggested that we try it.We wound up in her bedroom taking each other’sclothes off. She was about the same age as me. Shehad a nice figure too, a lot trimmer than mine. It wasvery exciting to be in the arms of a sweet smellingwoman rather than the bro and bad breath of asweaty male. We spent a lot of time kissing andfeeling each other’s tits before we started suckingtits. We were both nervous about getting down anddirty. The way I remember it I was the one thatwent down on her first. It felt right. I had alwayswanted to see what a pussy looked like up close andnow I had my chance. The only thing I could comparethe taste to was like the time I cut my arm on afence and had sucked the blood off of my flesh. Bythe time she climaxed I had cut the underside of mytongue on my teeth. My makeup was smeared all overmy face. She had her legs wrapped around my headand was kicking me on the back with her heels.Eventually she calmed down and I got out from underher and plopped my body down next to hers.She kissed me on the mouth and must have likedwhat she tasted. She got on top of me and workedher way down my body until she was looking at thedark hairs covering my pussy. She was a littlereluctant to put her mouth on my pussy at first buteventually she did. I have to admit no male ever did abetter job of sucking my pussy. I had one of my bestorgasms as a result of her efforts. I was convincedand have not been with a man since.While the girls were young I kept my sexualpreference secret. As they say I was in the closetand very discreet (or so I thought) about my love life.After they were grown and out of the nest andstarting their own families I experimented with amore open lifestyle. It was not as simple as decidingto declare myself as a lesbian. I simply did not hidemy attraction to women. Some of my longtimefriends avoided me after it became known that I wasa lesbian. I did not regret the loss Eryaman travesti of them as muchas I would have thought.Some of the women I knew admitted to me thatthey admired my willingness to proclaim myself alesbian. Even women I didn’t know were lesbiansbefore admitted to me that they liked to date womentoo. If anything, my circle of friends increased as aresult of my coming out. My daughters have told methat they had been aware of my relationships withother women and have told me that it does notmatter to them at all.At the present time I have a girlfriend namedCindy. She is married and he does not know about ourrelationship. Because she is not out we only gettogether on special occasions. She is younger thanme and has a very nice figure. She is five-feet six,125 pounds, brown hair and eyes. Her figure is moreathletic than mine; she is a 34B-25-36. We are bothvery oral.When we get a chance to get together we spenda lot of time kissing each other while we masturbateeach other, as a prelude to licking each other’sbodies. Her small breasts are hardly more that handsized but I do love sucking on them a lot. Cindy has astrong attachment to my big tits. They are largerthan her head and she loved kissing me between mytits while holding them against her ears. She hasnamed each one and devotes a lot of time taking careof them.She loves the size of my butt and thighs.Nothing pleases her more than to have me sit on herface so she can lick, kiss and smell my butt. When Iam ready I just scoot backwards to engage her mouthon my pussy. She is my sex-slave when we aretogether. I can do whatever I want to her as long asI don’t leave a lasting mark. I can spank her, pinchher, and pee in her mouth or on her body. She lovesfor me to suck her pussy until she is about to cum andthen actually bite her clit gently to cause her to cumeven faster. I miss her the minute she has to gohome.Just the other night Cindy and I met for a quietdinner at a small Italian restaurant out of the waywhere we were sure people we knew would not likelybe. While we were waiting for a waitress to comearound to take our order, Cindy was bragging abouther pedicure. She had on high heeled sandals withoutnylons so she lifted her foot out of her Esat travesti shoe andshowed off her bright pearlescent red polishedtoenails. They looked delicious and I told her so.Cindy slid her foot under the table and ran it up anddown the inside of my leg. As she grew bolder, herfoot moved farther and farther up my leg. I knewwhere she was going and spread my legs wider to giveher access to my crotch.I told her, “I’m not wearing any panties.” Sheslid her foot the rest of the way up my leg to thejunction of my body. She ran her toes through mypubic hair as her big toe sought out and found mylabia and wiggled her toes as she sought out my clitand my vagina. I reached for her foot under thetable and shoved her toes deeper into my pussy. Iwas really getting into the action when the waitresscame to our table to ask if we were ready to order.My face was flushed so much that I could feelmy cheeks tingling. My breathing was ragged. It wasall I could do to stammer out my order. Cindy wasgiggling uncontrollably she had a hard time orderingtoo. The waitress leaned over close to my ear andsaid, “Your perfume smells just like a well fuckedpussy smells.” She was looking down at my crotch.She could obviously see Cindy’s foot under my dressrubbing my crotch. She asked, “Do you want to cum?”All I could say was, “YES!”The waitress whispered in my ear, “You knowyou’re a pussy whore to allow your friend tomasturbate you in public. Look around, I bet half thewomen here know you’re getting off. I bet you wouldlike a dildo in your nasty cunt or your asshole.”Her nasty encouragement did help me cum. Shesmiled when she saw my face distorted and thenrelaxed, giving testimony that I had cum. She leftour table to turn in our order and return to herduties until our meal was ready. She came back withour meal and wished us “Bon appetite.”We enjoyed our meal and when our waitresscame by to ask us if we would like to see the desertcart, we assured her that we were too full to eatanother bite. She filled out our bill and she alsoadded a “post-it” with her name and phone number onit. As we headed home together we agreed that wehave to call her so that we can indulge in a three-way.At this point in my life I would like to find awoman to live with me full time as lovers but I alsostill have a desire to flirt with other women. I don’tknow if I could find a woman whose company I enjoyenough to live with and who would be willing to allowyounger women to share our bed now and then.

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