Date: Wed, 15 Jul 2009 13:22:19 -0700 (PDT)
From: Jan None <janmay696@yahoo.com>
Subject: Mary Loves Hair (lesbian\beginnings, hair fetish, F/F)

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descriptions of explicit sexual acts between women.
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                      Mary Loves Hair
                            By
                           Jan

	I was a late bloomer.  I had always been a large
Irish girl with light skin, brown hair and blue eyes.
You could say everything about me was round; Face,
breasts and butt.

	I married right out of college.  We were from
northeastern Pennsylvania.  We had two children in
quick succession.  The children were the center of
my life, while my husband saw fit to chase every
skirt in town.  That hurt me to the quick.  The
marriage sucked.  We had nothing in common.  The
only reason we stayed married was for the sake of
the children, and the fact that we were Irish-Roman
Catholics.  It gnawed on my soul to the point that I
sought solace in the bottle.  I thought no one could
smell Vodka. so I started drinking more and more as
the years passed.

	After the children were grown and married we
just continued living together out of habit until, I
had enough of his screwing around.  Nothing pours
cold water on you more than finding your husband
fucking another woman in your own bed.  I filed for
a divorce over our priests objections.  I told him if
he wanted to excommunicate me that he and my
husband could go to hell.

	I had drunk my way through the years.  When
faced to make my way on my own I had to face the
fact that I had become an alcoholic.  I knew I could
not dry myself out, so I joined Alcoholics Anonymous
(AA) a year after the divorce.

	AA became almost a religion for me.  I met a
lot of fucked up people and some wonderful people
at the meetings.  I still count every sober day.  I
have not had a drink since February 8th, 2003.  It
was at the AA meetings that I met Wendy.

	We began to socialize with each other after
meetings.  We would head for a diner where we
would drink coffee and smoke while we told each
other about ourselves.  Of course I told her all
about what had brought me to AA.

	She helped me sort out my feelings of failure,
guilt and worthlessness.  She assured me that the
failure of my marriage was as much my husband's
fault as my own.  There was nothing for me to feel
guilty about and punish myself about.

	Anytime I felt like I could not go another
minute without a drink I could call her and she would
come over and talk to me until I got over the sick
feeling that wrenched my stomach into knots.  I had
to face the fact that I had stayed drunk to numb
my feelings of failure, loneliness and trapped in a
bad marriage.

	We were friends for a couple of years.  During
those times we were confessing our shortcomings to
each other, she confided to me that she was a
bisexual.  It did not bother me because I considered
myself straight.

	She was a slender Italian woman, with large
eyes, high cheekbones and dark skin.  Her hair was
thick.  She was only 110 pounds, with small breasts.
She did have prominent nipples though.  She had
wide hips that looked sexy on her.  She did have an
elegance that did exude sexiness that attracted
men.  We did make a Mutt and Jeff couple.  After
all, I was a heavy set woman; 170 pounds, 44-FF.
Hell, each of my thighs was bigger than her waist.

	One night we went to a movie together.
Afterwards we returned to my house.  I don't even
remember what the topic of conversation was about
but at one point she kissed me.  I was not upset
about that at all.  I didn't resist when she led me to
my own bedroom.  She was attracted to my
monstrous tits.  It did feel good having someone
stroking and sucking on my tits.  My size did not turn
her off.  She seemed to be attracted to my plump
body.  When she put her head between my legs and
got a look at my thick brown bush she went wild
sucking my pussy.  I thought she was going to suck
my clitoris right off of my body.  I was in heaven.
Nothing my husband had ever done to me had ever
felt as good.  She actually gave me the best climax I
had ever had.  It was just natural.  I just had to
return the favor.  I found that I did enjoy sucking
her pussy for her.

	Wendy was married and had two children
herself.  Apparently she did have a nice husband.
She was not looking for a lasting relationship.  She
just wanted to have a little fun with a chubby
woman.

	I met Beth at an AA meeting later.  If
anything she is a 57-year old, mirror image of me.
She is about five-feet seven, 170 pounds, 44-DD,
round face, blond too and blue eyes.  She is a large
bodied woman like me, not so much fat as just large.
She does dress beautifully.  We struck up a
conversation after a meeting one evening.  It felt
like she never took her eyes off of my tits at the
meeting.  It made my pussy wet.  Normally women
did not turn me on that way.  After a couple of
meetings she came home with me.  We were sitting
at the pool talking.  There was no one around to see
what we were doing.  While we were talking she
leaned over and kissed me.

	I stood up and took her to my house where we
just took each other's clothes off and made love to
each other.  Beth was an old hand at sucking pussy
and she introduced me to the use of dildos.  She
fucked my pussy and my ass regularly when we were
together.  Of course she allowed me to do the same
to her.  What turned me on the most was that she
had a thick brown bush that smelled very strong.
The smell was enough to make my pussy wet.  I loved
the taste of her pussy.

	The sex was great while we were together.  I
found that I had a strong attraction to thick pubis
bushes.  Beth didn't shave her underarms either.
That just added to the erotic smell while I sucked
on her big flabby tits sagging down to her waist.  To
someone that had never experience the taste of a
big butted woman's asshole you can't explain the way
it makes your cunt drip.  After I moved south she
would visit me during the winter months.

	Both of my kids had gone to the University of
Miami and settled down there.  Both of the boys had
married great wives.  I have two grandchildren now.
There was nothing keeping me in Pennsylvania and I
had a cousin that had his family living in the Florida
Keys.  I made arrangements to stay with my cousin
and his wife while I looked for my own place.  I made
the move to Florida in 2007.  It was convenient to
Miami area.  Moving close to my cousin allowed me to
be close to the boys, but not too close.  As soon as I
settled in the Keys, I found where the AA met.

	When Beth comes down for the winter we don't
talk about other women.  That does not mean I am a
celibate when she goes home.  I have not had a
serious relationship with any of the local talent.  The
women I pick up are from AA meetings and a beach
I found out about that was frequented by women
with a taste for women.  I can't frequent bars
anymore because that would be an invitation to fall
off of the wagon.



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