Being Bi at Home 1959-61 – Part 2

We were going to the beach again as the early mist had gone and the Sun was heating things up very quickly, Jane arrived to confirm she would be picking up Clair and meeting us down there, Vicky smiled at me and winked, my signal things could get hot if the beach was empty and the cave not to wet from the tide washing in. First I had been called by Aunty Betty for instructions as she as arranged would be away for the weekend so I went to her room. She called me in after I had knocked on the door and told me to sit on the bed. She was packing her case as she told me what money she would leave us and gave me a list of things needed from the shops for our food supply then she asked me how things were going with the girls. I told her they had been very kind and shown me a great time at the beach making my holiday very nice. Well, she said they both think a lot of you and talked none stop about your visit before you arrived and with this she put her hand on my upper leg, you are a nice lad and when I return I will take you under my wing for a few days to make your holiday as nice as we all can now go and have some fun with the girls.

Megans Diary

Hello all. Firstly before I start my next series. Thanks for the feedback. Some ideas for continuing some of my past series. Especially ‘Nudist Family Antics’ and ‘Being treated right’ and a couple of others. I am working on where I can take those further, and the other small ones I have had mentioned by a few readers.

Being Bi at Home 1958-61 – Holiday Part 1

On leaving school I arrived home to be told it had been arranged for me to go and stay with my Aunt and two cousins down in Devon at Plymouth, the girls were 16 and 17 and the family lived in a small Hamlet. My folks were off on a well earnt holiday and it was thought here was great for me at the coast with the girls and the beaches to keep us busy for the 2 weeks. I was ok with that, the girls were good fun and Vicky the younger was always laughing Betty the older was a little more of the thinking type so all was looking good.

Mating with Curley

Who could predict the thoughts in the mind of married women. Some women wonder what it might be like to fuck some certain guy while others go out of their way to do it. Gone are the days of the man being a serial cheat. These days it’s the women. And, for some women they even go outside the species.

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