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Hi Guys

My name is Julie; a long time reader of Literotica, one of a small group of similar ladies, all of us friends for quite a number of years. We are not youngsters, at present the youngest of us is in her fifties. The group is not a closed arena, some will arrive, and some alas will depart. Some of us were married, some not, some divorced, and some widowed our common factor now is that we are alone. We could, if there were just thirteen of us, be called *quot;The Coven Club.*quot;

We share similar interests, we are all horny in various ways, and when we are not reading and discussing the content of your site we chat about our own experiences and tales from the past, and to be honest, our current activities.

A recent discussion encompassed the idea of recording our stories, and possibly putting them on the web. Our lives, language and styles are a lot different to the stories and things we see on Literotica, but we do think they may entertain your readers. I was elected to write up the stories, memories of our group. I will write as far as possible in the words used by the contributor, but I do think I may have to resort to a thesaurus from time to time. Well, the girls can be a bit crude

Here is the tale Joan told us over drinks one evening. More tales will follow if you like this one.

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I love my boys, I've got three of them. Terry, Ian and Tony. I am in my seventies, so you know they are not children. They may be shocked by my story but then, it may let them know why they are such horny so and sos. Not just me mind, but their dad too.

Terry and Ian were born quite close, and then there was about eight years until I fell for Tony. Bit of an after thought, or to coin a phrase a cock up. Ha ha! Well, I had to laugh, their dad Ted didn't, but it was his own fault!

We had both been horny bar stewards, all our lives, well; I know I was, since I found out about it. And Ted was no innocent when we met! I don't think he had much experience, well you didn't in those days, but he wasn't innocent.

Anyway, that's for another time. I was going to tell you about our afterthought, Tony. I haven't written this sort of thing before, letters and the occasional love letter is all, so let me know if I have got it about right.

We live in England, my boys and me, that is, Ted has been gone a while now to the great nookie nest over the rainbow. Where exactly we live is not relevant. We were a fairly ordinary family, *quot;working class*quot;, although Ted did earn a bit above average. We didn't at the time have a car, but we did have holidays. A few years of tenting, and this particular year, Terry was nine and Ian was eight, we rented a caravan on a site near the sea on the south coast.

Our sex life was not the most vigorous at the time, I was working in a shop, and Ted was busy too, we just seemed to be tired, and we didn't really bother. Not that we didn't want to, just, tired and too lazy to make the effort.

The bursa escort boys really enjoyed the train trip to the coast, and spent their time racing up and down the corridor checking out the toilet, and even leaning out of the window trying to see the engine when the train was going round curves. Ted and I just sat back and relaxed.

I bet you want to know what I am like. My name is Joan, I'm in my mid, Ok, late seventies, rounded, but not all that fat. Tits are still fairly firm and if I may say so, quite perky. I wear glasses, and my grey hair, collar length. Nowadays I wear comfy clothes, cardigans, blouses, skirts, not, I admit, very sexy, but I do still have my moments.

We arrive at the site, around lunch time and after a quick snack the boys and Ted set off to explore the site while I started to get us settled in and sort the sleeping arrangements. Not a big job. The Caravan had everything we needed. A couple of bedrooms, lounge, bathroom