Step Mommy Tawny

Step Mommy Tawny
Step Mommy Tawny
Step Mommy Tawny
Step Mommy Tawny
  

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     I know you were upset when Daddy went off and married a MUCH younger woman...but I think if you give me a chance, I can show you that having a sexy, slutty, wet and willing MILF for a step mother can be a lot of fun!

    I simply adore teaching innocent young virgins...seducing them by letting them get "accidental" glimpses of my shaved pussy when I walk around in nothing but a towel...giving them tight hugs and pressing my warm, soft tits against them...there's nothing I love more than a fine, hot young hardon poking into my hip when I give you a "motherly" kiss!

 I might just cocktease you, walking around in tight white shorts, bending over to let you stare at my bouncy tits or tight tanned ass. Maybe I'll let you listen in while I fuck your father, moaning louder and hotter because I know you're listening with one hand on your cock...and then crawl in bed with you afterwards and show you how wet I still am!

    Call me now, sweetie -- it'll be our little secret! Daddy doesn't have to know...

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May 14, 2010

Bed in Summer

In Winter I get up at night And dress by yellow candle light. In Summer, quite the other way, I have to go to bed by day. I have to go to bed and see The birds still hopping on the tree, Or hear the grown-up people’s feet Still going past me in the street. And does it not seem hard to you, When all the sky is clear and blue, And I should like so much to play, To have to go to bed by day? Robert Louis Stevenson Minnie
April 16, 2010

Empty Carriage

They walk down the street- faces reflecting a calmness so unfamiliar to me. Little eyes looking up at them; unknowingly relying upon their presence. We share the same planet, yet I feel upon another. To know the warmth of a soft breath upon my neck and the soundness of sleep upon my breast is no more than a mystery. Time does not cure all wounds of the heart when the soul remains unfulfilled. My eyes turn to the sky and I wonder why I am on a path that no longer fits my feet? Like a flower awaiting spring so it can burst forth with all its splendor, color and life so lies my love- dormant within the depths of my heart yearning to burst forth and be poured upon another. I push my carriage on the sidewalks of life and peer into it; hoping to see love gazing up into my eyes; unconditional, pure, beautiful and magical- only to find the carriage empty. © Ellen M. DuBois Minnie