Adult Blogger: MILF HUNTER MILFHUNTER was naturally flattered when he began paying attention to me. Dates in high school had been few and mostly platonic. I had experimented with kissing and a little unsatisfying groping in parked cars. But, in spite of a growing and urgent curiosity about "the sex thing," I was known as the school virgin. It fell to Bobby to change that.
It happened one night after we closed the restaurant. Bobby mentioned that he was going out to a party with some friends and invited me to go with him. I accepted almost without thought. The steady routine of work with little or no recreation had worn me down and I was eager to have a little fun.
The party was large, loud and opulent. It was a celebration of some lawyer's big win in a corporate case, or so I was told. Bobby and I had been there for a mere hour, enough to get me high on too much champagne, when he said he was bored. The next thing I knew, we were flying along a mountain highway with the top down and the wind in my hair. The cool night air did nothing to clear my head and when he parked beneath some pines and pulled me to him I melted --- again without thought.
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