Nineteen year old Brenda nervously approached the librarian,
then turned away, ashamed of herself, and began rumminging through the
books lining the shelves. Several times she looked over at the pretty
librarian who could have been no more than thirty years of age. Blond
haired with eyes of blue, several times Brenda thought of the woman in
a sexual way. When the librarian walked up to Brenda, Brenda noticed
she had large breasts that really stuffed her blouse. She also
noticed the woman’s legs, which were shapely and well rounded.
“Can I help you?” the librarian asked. “You seem to be looking
for something in particular that you can’t find?”
Brenda blushed and shook her head ‘no’. (more…)
Linda’s mother, Ruth, was getting dressed. She was dressing in some of
her finer clothing.
“Mommie, where are you going, dressing up like that?” Linda asked as she
watched her mother applying make-up.
“I’m going over to Marilyn’s. You know Marilyn, honey, right across
behind us, that apartment on top. She and I are getting together with
other ladies for a night of bridge. Don’t wait up for me, I might be
late.”
Thirteen year old Linda watched her mother apply the last of her
make-up. She checked it several times, too many times Linda felt for
someone going to a bridge party and very meticulous care was used. (more…)