[Exhibitionist] CLOSET CLEANING

[ModelT-MsDollie]

Mt Pleasant, Iowa Threserman's Reunion
---- Again this was in mid 70's, making us mid 30's...... Oh to be so young and wild again! Big farm equipment, antique car, carnavel type affair held at State Fair Grounds every Fall. Used to camp at Kewannee, Ill and attend the Hog Festival and Square Dance affair. (Not bike hogs...real hogs) We'd take a day and drive over to Mt Pleasant to take in the very large antique farm show, new equipment, and all the rides and games. Gave Dollie a chance to wear some wild outfits and show off. Big crowds.
---One year we decided to make the Threserman's Reunion a full weekend thing. We packed the Harley Panhead...best we could, tent and all, and headed the 250 miles or so West from the Peoria area. Most of the trip was interstate highways. Not my favorite. I-74 and I- 80. Boring, very few curves, flat, few hills, nothing but corn and more corn. To keep me from falling asleep, Dollie was topless most of the time, flashing truckers and others who yelled. Her cute little tanned ass was nearly as bare as gals wearing bikinis. Yep, her ass was small, tanned, and smooth back then. Mine too for those who care! Cranking the old throttle back, it was a quick ride. Admittedly, our little asses were sore when we got there. But seemed like each new adventure was a little farther from home.
---That ole 1950 Pan ran flawlessly every trip for many years. About all I ever did was check tires, top off the oil, fuel, tighten the chain and oil it, and polish the engine with Semi-Chrome. I believe that's why it rarely leaked a drop and purred like a ---Harley. One major overhaul is all I remember. Found out at high speeds I needed an upper lube to quiet a mysterious clicking sound that would appear. A few ounces of Mystery Oil in the fuel did the trick. Also, it ran better between 55 and 65 MPH. Used to piss off friends with bigger late model bikes who liked goin fast! Every few years I'd take it over to Walther Bros Harley shop in Peoria for a tune up. I knew about cars but didn't know shit about motorcycle engines. Mostly just afraid to tear it down and the pros were cheap.
---Back to the fairgrounds-----After setting up the tent in the back area, Dollie would put on her nearly no-crotched ass showin short shorts, alternating with a micro mini, after playing and showing off awhile. Tops were normally tiny halter tops, tube tops, or something with skinny straps that fell down all by themselves, exposing both itty bitty titties. Yea, we were there to camp and play.
---Cameras and film were a lot different then. I ran out of film in a few hours. Others weren't into picture taking either. But posing for sexy pictures, and flashing while posing, was part of our games. I'd spend the weekend taking make-believe pictures as other people watched. Even now, I have no idea where the many pictures we did take are. Moving, accidently burning them, and losing undeveloped film left us without old physical memories. All we have are those memories in our minds.
---There was always a display of hugh antique farming equipment and various sizes of stationary engines. We had no idea what they were, but were fascinate by them. Old farmers in bib overalls would beg Dollie, then help her up on the monsterous machinery to pose for---pretend--pictures. Often their young sons were there to watch and help her up and down. Hands were on her bare ass, pushing and steadying Dollie. Her pussy spread showing pink, as small crowds of helpful farmers gathered around. Usually both boobs were hangin free also. Same things happened when around the late model farm and off road equiipment, some yeller crawlers, tractors, etc. Some big green things with yeller deer painted on them, and other large things. Demonstrators and sales reps helped Dollie up and down off those pieces of equipment, some very large, some small. Each time her private parts were very exposed. Again helpful hands sometimes brushed against wet shiny pink body parts, or her ass, as they politely assisted Dollie up and down for Kodak moments.
---And then there were the antique cars and the carnival rides. Dollie always seemed to get free rides, once she paid for the first. Seems like she attracted more riders and an audience, as her boobs slipped out and bounced freely. No way of putting them back in once the Tilt-a-Whirl and other rides began going around and shaking up and down. Each day, all weekend, these games of exhibition continued. Dollie was lovin it! I was lovin it! Many others were lovin it. The crowds were so large, we blended in, and there were always new people to show off for.
--- Lastly. the sideshow games. As you know, those people beg you to try the ballon toss, baseball toss, and other games where ya won something useless if you put a ring on a stick, or something. Many gave you one free try. They'd let Dollie try once. Tossing, bending and so on, her titties were always exposed and jiggling. When this happened crowds of other customers appeared. To thank Dollie, she'd get too play the games as long as she liked... As long as her boobs were bouncing in the breeze.
---Most evenings we'd take the bike for a ride around Des Moines. Most evenings I got lost trying to find my way under, over, and around overpasses! Glad everyone knew where the Fairground was... except me. Sunday afternoon it was time to pack it in and head back East, over the mighty Mississippi, and home. Again, Dollie teased truckers and occasional young guys hangin out of car windows.
She always seemed to attract truckers when I was getting gas. Since I was a trucker, I preferred truck stops to get fuel. And I knew truckers were mostly horny guys who loved a free show. I'm not sure if all those truckers were comin over to look at my bike, or Dollie. It was Dollie who got all the compliments. Maybe a "nice bike" tossed in now and then. Memories----!
By this time watchin Dollie exposing everything to strangers wa normal and I could almost hold the camera still. Thinkin back, I don't know how we stayed out of trouble.

[ModelT-MsDollie]

Riding the Big Muddy-----

---For some reason I was fascinated by the Mississippi River. We lived exactly 100 miles East of it, a mile East of the Illinois River. My plans were to take the ole Harley, camping gear, Dollie, and go straight West of Burlington, Iowa, to Hamilton, Illinois. Then we'd follow the East bank of the Mississippi River up to it's beginning in Minnesota. From there we'd return down the West side of the Mississippi River. A simple plan.
---One Spring in the late 70's (we were in late 30's) we were able to get Dollie's mom to babysit for two weeks. Our trip was on. This was a different ride. We actually dressed sorta like bikers. Wore full helmets, jeans, flannel shirts, and windbreaker jackets. Occasinally, at campsites, Dollie did get down to regular shorts and tank top. But for some reason this was gonna be a real bike ridin camping trip without the hanky panky. Coulda been the cool Spring weather. Also this trip we were kinda overloaded because of the warmer clothes and extra supplies for the boonies. Bike sorta looked like Beverly Hillbillies truck with things hangin and tied everywhere. Don't remember hardly ever gettin over 50MPH once we started up the River road. After all, it was a scenic ride.
---We found out ya can't exactly follow the River all the time. We'd never got there if we followed all the zigs and zags. When we did, we'd camp in small Corp of Engineer fishin camps, County Parks, and sometimes nearby State Parks. Few times behind small town restaurents with permission.Puttin up and takin down that tiny one man pup tent became a quick and easy job after awhile. Yep, just a tiny skinny boyscout type one-boy kinda tent. Dome tents and other small tents we not yet invented. The smallest regular canvas tent had multi zillion poles, ropes, and stakes. We coulda parked the bike in those! But I'd have to leave Dollie home if I brung one of those. Was more fun sleepin on her and snuggled against her in the tiny tent.
---Those el-cheapo air matresses were our only real problems. We found some that were slightly wider than the regular water floats. But they squished and flattened out in all the wrong places, especially when doin push ups on Dollie. Gettin dressed and undressed were major problems. Usually got somethin on then finished outside. Don't even want to talk about those few times it rained. Even screwin in a tiny tent gets boring after several hours of waiting for the rains to stop. No way could we survive one night sleepin in that thing now!
---Eventually we did find what was a State Park with some tiny creeks coming together. Supposed to be the beginning of the Mississippi River. Not all that impressive. Not sure what we expected. I was gonna add all the places we stopped and where we ended up. But you can check Maps for that stuff. Spent a week goin up there and planned another week coming down West side. Camping was fun. We met lots of nice and interesting people. Small town folks, fishermen, and a few other bikers. We loved the small Mom-Pop diners along the way and the friendly townsfolk. This was at a time when bikers were getting bad images and names. We had no problems with anyone. Perhaps we were helping make changes in our own simple way.
---Yes, we did get a few booby pictures of Dollie along scenic sections of the River. Had to do that. Again, nothing exciting. Just a really fun motorcycle journey up and down nearly half of a big Muddy River. Maybe someday I'll tell about our ride down the rest of the Mississippi River by bike. We b*tch and moan when sleeping in motel beds now. Our bodies and our minds change over time. We are so fortunate to have each other and a million memories of long ago.
---Get out there and follow your dreams. They don't have to be fancy ship cruises or trips to exotic places. The good ole USA is full of wonderful destinations, cheap. We probably spent less that two weeks than our kids spend for a night in a hotel. Who had the most fun? Saddle up and ride boys and girls. Sorry this wan't a kinky story.

[ModelT-MsDollie]

Rollin, rollin down the Mississippi……………

---Our motorcycle adventure up the Mississippi to it’s mouth in upper Minnesota was over 450 miles one way. But we spent two leisure weeks riding both sides. So it wasn’t tiring. Each day was just a short hop on the ole Panhead. We were soon pushin 40. So figured if’in we were going to spend another vacation laying on a cold squishy air mattress on the cold hard ground, in a kid’s one person tent, we’d better git to gittin. Most of the time it was warm and soft for me. I slept on top or all over Dollie much of the time!
---According to my precise calculations, using our Insurance Company free atlas, showed it was twice as far to New Orleans from home. There were no such things as GPS’s or computers then. And since space was tight, the atlas was tossed in a corner before we left home. After all, how many ways is “down the river“? After getting there, we had to come all the way back the other side. Seemed simple enough. The packin began. The beggin Dollie’s Mom to watch the kids for another two weeks began. Glad she loved me and was willing. This time our motorcycle adventure was in mid July, company vacation. Hot enough for Dollie to git nearly nekid! And nearly nekid she did.
---Going south near Keokuk, Iowa, on the Illinois side, roads were un-crowded and scenic. Bout the only things I had to watch for were critters crossin the narrow River Route in southern Illinois. Snakes, turtles, and other crawly creepy things. No time or place for night riding that time of year. Dollie was able to go top down and wear her butt showin shorts much of the trip…other than through small towns and occasional traffic. She forgot and was topless clean through a tiny town along the river. Got lots of smiles, whistles, and hollers.
---As we rolled to a stop just before another hick town a policeman in a black and white rolled up on my left. He motioned me over. Somethin about Dollie being dressed illegally. No top and her ass cheeks exposed. Being a fair, fun loving cop, he suggested she cover her boobs till we got through and outta town. He said something like--- “lean back little lady and let me see what ya got..” ( swear he sounded like John Wayne) Gave us a wave and he was gone around the corner. Coulda spent vacation in Critter Corners, Louisiana. Dollie covered her boobs till we cleared town and we both made sure she was more alert the rest of the trip.
---After awhile, the sun and wind on bare breasts just seems natural and comfortable. Anyway it does to Dollie. Again, we often didn’t see the big Muddy. But followed the Great River roads best we could. We had seen most of the upper Mississippi by car and bike many times before. But most of the lower part below Missouri were new territory for us. We were enjoying the slow ride and the scenery as we got farther into Cajun Country. Spanish moss hangin from trees, Magnolias a bloomin, an occasional Gator laying in wait in a small water filled ditch. Reminded me that we were wearin shorts and thinkin how he was smiling for some reason. Damned no time to break down or crash. But, on the good side, I could run faster than Dollie could! Nope, I never mentioned that to her.
--- Camping in that tiny thin canvas tent didn’t seem like the right thing to do as we got nearer the mouth of the Mississippi. Them Gators looked hungry! We stayed in small campground RV rentals or cabins, and cheap motels. I’m not sayin we were skeered. But being lunch for a Gator did enter our minds. Dollie made me do it. I woulda stayed in the tent right in the middle of them thar Gators. I’ve seen Gator fighters. Looks easy to me. Wouldn’t bother me……Yea right!
---Dollie did a lot of flashin along the way. Mostly because her titties were bouncing freely against my back already. Wonder I didn’t get burn skid marks up and down my spine. To tease she would often pull my tankie top up and mash those little jugs against me. Made steerin the bike difficult when my tool got tangled in the handlebars.
---Stayed right downtown New Orleans. Our first time there and in French Quarter. First time seein non-biker women flashin body parts right on Bourbon Street and most everywhere else. This was when it was normal and almost legal. Riding down Bourbon Street, Dollie leaned back on the bike seat. setting her titties free. People stood in front of the bike, forcing me to stop so they could take pictures. Again, we never took many pictures back then. But I pretended to.
---Attended a bike nite right off Bourbon Street. Wandered in and out of Honky Tonks and other adult establishments. Seems everywhere I looked, I looked at bare titties. Dollie joined in showing hers whenever and wherever horny people asked. We did manage to take time to finish our bike ride to the end of the Mississippi River, as far as possible. Road sort of ends in a swamp. Two short days and nights and we had to head back up the River and home.
---The northern Mississippi River ride had been fun. This southern route was unbelievable. It was difficult sleepin in the pup tent on the return trip, after staying in real beds. But we wouldn’t change a thing about any of our motorcycle adventures. Yes, it was so much fun we did it again in our car. That time we lucked out and played some real fantasy flashin games.
Okay Dollie wasn't pushin 40 in that photo. Closer to 60.

[ModelT-MsDollie]

Wisconsin Dells, a natural area of scenic wonders.
---Taken over by modern man and water parks, hotels, motels, and other money making things. We’d been going there since late 50’s when the main attractions were River boat rides to scenic canyons and rock formations, and Amphibious DUCKS which traveled through some small lakes and scenic countryside. Even then there were a few small water parks and amusements. But camping was right along the main drag near the City of Wisconsin Dells. We were able to walk most places with and without our kids.
---As time passed, the water and theme parks dominated the scene. Campgrounds were all over, but too far to walk. There are even two State Parks for camping. We had joined a campground membership so were able to camp with the RV cheap, or stay in small RV’s or cabins when we took a street rod. Since there were water parks Dollie wore bikinis often. Gravity, friction, water pressure, Einstein’s theory of relativity, Wayne Newton's law of gravitation, and other natural phenomena magically made clothing fall off or down, displaying female breasts of all ages and sizes.
--- I soon knew where to stand to watch each waterslide and take pictures. If female apparel was still on at the bottom of the slides, landing in the small pool below was sure to dislodge any still on. In her earlier days, Dollie was also one of those water slider’s. As in other stories, she also loved showing off playing games and riding amusement rides. I already wrote several stories of Dollie’s adventures in the Dells.
---This trip was taken by motorcycle in the late 70‘s, maybe 1980. I was 40 and Dollie 38, give or take. Since it was August, and we didn’t need camping gear, we---Dollie---was able to bring more sex clothes. A good thing! We were going to stay a week this time without kids. Sounds like we got away without them a lot. Believe me, it was rare that we did.
---We were learning how to pack the old Harley by then. Even though the weather was already warm the morning we left, we wore windbreakers and jeans. I stuffed two pair of shorts in one jacket pocket and a tank top and Tee shirt in the other. Underwear in my jeans pockets. Dollie did the same. She placed a few pair of shorts, and short shorts in a pocket, and mini skirts and bikini tops in the other. This left the small leather bags on the Harley free for bathroom essentials, like my razor, her make up, and some snack items.
---I-39 did not exist back then. Rt 51, a narrow two lane went from southern Illinois to the Wisconsin line. Nice for slow riding with many places to stop along the way. If I remember, it was around 250 miles from the town near Peoria, where we lived, to Wisconsin Dells. The seat on the 1950 Pan was hard and ours were tender. Also this new Hydraglide wasn’t the smoothest riding Harley invented yet. Well, actually it was then. We needed several stops to de-numb our asses!
---As I remember, riding that old bike was most of the fun. Getting anywhere fast was never important. We had a small cabin rented in the membership campground. After unloading and resting on the small porch a bit, the pool looked inviting. We both slipped into bikinis. Yea, I did! Dollie and her girlfriends got me wearing tiny bikinis long ago. But mine were masculine. Solid colors, usually black or a dark color. Nothing pastel or flowery for me. Besides having an erection and creating a bulge sure didn’t seem girliefied to me!
---Dollie’s bikini wasn’t hiding much either. Both breasts were floating out the cups. We had been warned at this and other membership parks about not dressing appropriately in the past. These were family campgrounds. But we usually dressed like we wanted till warned. Seemed to work out. Weren’t many campers, no kids that I remember, so no complaints. Usually it’s other members who get jealous and b*tch. Don’tcha just love those Holey Roller types?
---I remember only a few older men and women, titties sort of bouncing up and down in the water, like old farts do. I think they called it exercise. And one nice looking young couple. Found out they were around 30. He wore what I’d call a Speedo, she wore a bikini as revealing as Dollie’s. Boobs were medium, more than a mouth full, round, firm looking, and laying on the edge of her Victoria's Secret looking bikini top. A fair amount of pooper was also exposed. I used to notice those details.
---Lookin hawt, we both told them. Somehow boobs and flashing boobs became the topic. I was lovin these people already. To prove we weren’t just talking, Dollie whipped hers out to give them a peek. Since those old people were near, Dollie did the dip-in-the-water-and-raise-up quickly thing to expose her titties briefly.
---After braggin we were there to play tittie flashin games, and how we play them, they both became interested. “Teach us how to play those tit flashing games”, they both said.Music to our ears. We agreed to do just that. We also explained that for safety reasons, many of our tit flashin games appeared accidental and they needed to learn how to do that. For some reason, we also told them about showin ass and pussy to strangers, accidentally and on purpose.
---This part wasn’t something either was going to agree with. Jack said “no way would I let Jill show her private parts.” And Jill said she’d never ever do such a nasty thing! We made sure we understood and explained that it is a rare woman, or couple, who does these things. Just flashin boobies isn’t something many husbands permit. Showing Dollie's private parts took us many years of trial and error, never quite showing IT totally for a long time.
---Since we had the bike, they asked us to join them in their vehicle to go to town and water parks to play some tittie games. It is far more fun playing games with other like minded people. Usually, for us, it was only small bike events, biker bars, strip clubs, and at a beach, where other gals flashed in return. We had taught several other women, usually older than us, how to cut loose and bare their boobies. By this time Dollie was sort of an idol to some other women. Many told us they want to be just like Dollie when they grow up! Even those already older.
---Just got to camp and we could see it was gonna be a fun week. Explained to our new friends---Jack and Jill, that they needed some pre-game training. Get dressed in your wildest play clothes and meet us at our cabin. I’m remembering it being around 4 PM or so by then. I slipped into a pair of short shorts and a tank top. Now don’t laugh, I’ve written this in other stories. But wait a moment. I was fairly well endowed back then. Almost always had a firm cock in public. It tallied out almost 10” when firm and ready to ejaculate! Not braggin when it’s fact. Do ya think Dollie and her little girlfriends loved me for my good looks and money? Besides I am admitting it is no longer big enough or firm enough to have intercourse. Life stinks. Age changes all.
---When in some public places, especially where kids may be, I wore protection. No, not a rubber! I wore a thong type or tiny bikini panties. Let’s use the word pants. Sounds more manly! Like my bikini swim suits, Dollie bought them for me. Solid colors without the frilly lace or pastel colors. I wadded my manhood up into the pouch of the under pants. Of course, this was to keep the dong from crawling out the leg or top of my shorts. Sexy women, and Dollies’ teasin caused that!
---If Dollie or I wanted my prick to show it was a simple matter of slippin it out the top band of the underpants or a leg. Sounds gross and kinky. It was. But sometimes Dollie wanted me to show off too. Hell she demanded it! With new friends, and those water parks, I would feel more comfortable protected. Otherwise, my cock would often peek out when sitting, stepping up, or bending over, when I least expected it.
---Dollie was undecided since Jill wasn’t going to wear anything that showed her ass. Dollie put on her old standby skinny strapped low cut button down blouse. She had many of these years ago. Most are worn out and long gone by now. I’ve described these tops many times. It was what to wear on bottom that made her wonder. An ass showin skinny crotched pair of blue jean shorts.. a micro mini skirt, or a simple pair of cheek showin short shorts. She settled on the short shorts and was lookin good. Remember, she was around 38 and had a nice little smooth pooper back then. Dollie stood there looking puzzled. She said something like this…..“we came here to play our games. I‘m going to play.”
---Remember this was many years ago, but those words are close. Dollie tossed clothes about and ended up putting on a very short micro mini skirt. This thing barely covered her crotch and butt cheeks when standing up. Bending, IT was wide open! As I look back I wonder who trained who? A short time passed and our new friends, Jack n Jill, parked out in front of our rental cabin. We were sittin on the porch. Dollie’s bare ass on the porch swing, her tits mostly exposed. Jack n Jill loved Dollie’s clothing of choice. Wasn’t sure if they’d still want to play games or run away.
---Jill wore a tight pair of hot pants. Her small cheeks exposed and lookin fine. No pussy games for Jill! Jill had on a similar low cut button down top. Dollie had described hers and Jill just happened to have one. Jill’s boobs were floating, again, on top of a Victoria Secret type bra, lookin great! Also at the pool they were likewise displayed. I’m thinkin those babies are firm and fairly large. I want to feel them! Almost together Dollie and I complimented Jill and Jack about her lookin sexy and hot. But we also reminded them we were going out to play tit games and flash em. You have too many items on for that.
---Yes, flashing with a bra is fine. But flashing accidentally and often needs breasts to be free. Since we were going to teach this couple how to play tit games they were going to have to do what we said. We both said “get that bra off, Jill.” Jill did. To our amazement her boobs disappeared into her low button top. They looked soft and squishy, more than a mouth full, but not what they had appeared. But, hey, tits are tits. We are here to teach them to show those puppies, no matter what shape or size they are.
--- Jill was a good sport. Dollie told her to begin unbuttoning her blouse until her boobs once again began to show. For a 30 year old, they were hanging nearly to her waist. Dollie told Jill to bend over. Then jiggle. Her titties became full and it was exciting watching them wiggle. Dollie instructed Jill to stand up again and squeeze her arms as if she were cold. Again, nice.
---I stood next to Jill. I told Jack to watch closely. Standing on her right side, I put my arm around Jill’s neck and on her left shoulder. Carefully I snagged her skinny strap and worked it just off Jill’s shoulder. I then asked Jill to walk around and move about. The strap slipped to her elbow revealing her left breast completely. I reminded them both that I was now 10 feet away. This had to be an accident. A few more instructions and we were ready to play tit games.
---Our new friends Jack and Jill had a few surprises of their own. Jill said she’d like to wear a mini skirt also, without panties. Jack, appearing sort of shocked, told Jill to do whatever she wanted. This was perhaps a once in a life time opportunity, Jill said. They admitted that Jill wears revealing tops, hot pants, and mini skirts when they party. Although Jill admitted she wears panties under her skirts. Jill also admitted she always wanted to flash but was afraid to try it. Why not get wild and show boobys and ass?
--- But, Jill only had one skirt with her. It was knee length. Dollie to the rescue. She brought two micro mini skirts. Both blue jean material. Both the same crotch showing length. Dollie gave Jill the choice of the skirt she was wearing or the other. Since each was same length and only slightly different styles, Jill chose the other skirt. She went into the cabin bathroom, changed, and walked out onto the porch. Her cheeks slightly showed. Dollie told Jill to pull the skirt down a bit. A few turns and bends, yea I briefly saw Jill’s pussy, and we were finally ready to head toward town.
---Jack and Jill drove a one ton pick up truck, sitting high. There were small steps for climbing into front or rear seats. The gals sat in the rear of the crew cab truck. Dollie put her foot up on the step, stretching and spreading. She then had to pull herslf up and place her other foot inside the truck to enter. Jack watched. Dollie’s pussy was wide open showing pink. Jack smiled. I told Jack “ see that was an accident. It can happen anytime or anyplace.” As Dollie got seated, both boobs were out and she was sitting on her bare ass on the small rear seat. Jack was lovin it. I repeated--“an accident Jack.”
---Jill did pretty much the same as she got in the passenger side where we were now standing. Both titties sort of rolled out. Again, I saw Jill’s pussy. This time showing pink. I thanked Jill describing her display and told her that it’s that easy nearly anyplace. Jill was embarrassed but admitted she enjoyed showing off. Same gal who just a short time ago turned beet red and said she would never show her pussy to anyone.
---To be continued-------- Okay friends, these are supposed to be motorcycle adventures. In reality, we only used the motorcycle to get to point A and back home. Our stories are adventures from our closet. As you notice, they involve Dollie teasin and showing body parts in public. I do hope these are the kinds of stories you want to read.
---I could tell about my stupid adventures using the Panhead Harley as an off road bike, climbing hills and running up and down creeks. Found out it didn’t climb the same hills as those off road bikes did. Or trying to crank the throttle wide open on curvy roads that Rice Rockets could barely handle. But those are just regular motorcycle stories. Mine have to involve pussy, tits, and ass.
---Our adventures in Wisconsin Dells with Jack and Jill will continue at the water parks and other public places. Will Jill flash others? Will Jack see Dollie’s pussy again? Will Jack and Jill see my hard cock hanging out of my short shorts? Were Jill’s titties really as soft and pliable as they appeared? How would I know? Stay tuned. I need a break as the World turns.
Keep in mind we no longer have older pictures. I'm using later ones to show the clothes Dollie wore even back then.

[ModelT-MsDollie]

Since moving my stories from site to site and the natural moving of them to the top when comments were made, many are out of order. This is partly why I repeat with notes. Either find the oldest or just enjoy these as they fall.


Our Motorcycle ride to Wisconsin Dells continues----Or will Jack and Jill become good booby game students?

---Our story continues as we prepared to go to the water parks, other amusements, and practice booby games with our new friends. Meeting Jill and Jack only hours earlier, we had progressed with our game plans rather quickly. While riding the few miles to the largest water park, there were giggles and plans being made by Jill and Dollie. But, we were hungry. Hadn’t eaten since leaving home that morning. Still, where to stop with two women dressed like hookers? I knew exactly and mentioned the pizza joint next to the lake we’d gone to years before. (see Dells story) Dollie remembered and hoped the same people were running it.
---I instructed Jack how to get there and quickly told our earlier tittie tale adventures there. By luck the same cook/owner and male waiter were there. By luck they remembered us--- Dollie and her boobs. Dollie’s and Jill’s clothing were an immediate success with those two men and a few male customers eating pizza. We were seated and told Jill and Jack that this was the perfect place to be initiated flashing boobs… or anything else she felt comfortable showing.
--- Dollie instructed Jill to watch and do what she did. Dollie first, then both girls leaned forward, elbows on the small round table, their titties rolled out onto the table. Both gals were basically sitting on their bare asses, and that was easy to see. First to notice were the two middle aged men across the room. When the waiter came out to take our orders, he brought four large iced draft beers on a tray. Pointing across the room, he said compliments of fans.
---This was the same place Dollie and I got free pizza and drinks a few years back. We could afford this place! Our waiter was just as friendly and wild as before. He placed my beer and Jack’s in front of us. He placed Dollie’s ice cold draft and Jill’s between their bare titties. The gals giggled and screamed. Then thanked the waiter. Off to a great evening and tittie game training session. Things got blurry the rest of the meal. I know we ate pizza and were served more free beers.
--- I believe both gals walked toward the door as we left and mooned those men and employees. Mooned may not be the word for showing pink! First stop and this young gal, Jill, was showin boob freely and showin pussy! The gal who said she wouldn’t think of doing such a thing hours earlier. The powers of Dollie!!!!!!!! We made our way to the largest most popular water park and wandered around. Both gals carefully leaned over to tease men by showing their boobies and not their asses .
---Then off to the rides. Dollie and Jill rode the various rides that tossed them about and caused titties to be set free. Jack and I watched, as did an ever growing crowd…mostly of adult men. Like other places, the gals were begged to stay on the rides longer. Titties got knocked around and bruised so it was time to stop riding for the day. It was off to the Fun House and Museum of Horrors. Both places were not a great choice considering they were wearing those micro mini skirts…and nothing more on bottom. Remember, both attractions have an air chamber near the end, in full view of anyone standing below. Dollie knew this but Jill apparently didn’t. I’m not sure if Dollie was being ornery, scared, or just temporarily frozen in place. But she stopped right in the middle of each air chamber, with Jill right behind her, screaming and attempting to pull her skirt down from nearly her head. Yes Dollie’s skirt was likewise raised.
---As the girls were invited to go through again, and Dollie was willing, two security guards walked up. Both gals were told that they are not allowed in those funhouses again dressed as they were. So much for funhouse fun. Probably a wise choice since the crowd was growing and real cops might show up anytime. As is normal, time to go someplace else. By the time we went back to the campground Jill was a professional bobby and pussy flasher. She did good!
---Most days all that week we went many different places with Jack and Jill, playing our booby games and showin pussy. Sadly we never got to ride the hot air balloon as we had other times.(another old Dells story) One evening we had been drinking too much wine and beer while in Jack n Jill’s RV. As alcohol sometimes does it causes everyone‘s clothing to mysteriously fall off. That‘s when I found out Jill‘s titties really were quite soft and mushy. That‘s when Jill found out I really was hung.
--- Jill was wanting sex, Jack was wanting sex. I was wanting sex. Everyone was wanting sex with opposite partners. Drunken Dollie wouldn’t give in. Jack did the two finger disappearing act with Dollie and I with Jill. We all fondled and felt the other’s partner. But never got any nookie. Still, that’s not a bad thing. I used to beg Dollie and do my best to get her to swap. At this time of our lives we are both happy she was stronger than everyone else. But I’ve written this many times before.
---This Wisconsin Dells adventure was a fairy tale fantasy come true…as many seemed to be during our days together. A few days Dollie and I took a motorcycle ride throughout the beautiful Wisconsin rolling hills. We stopped at many interesting places and scenic spots. Took tittie pictures and actually acted like civilized tourists from time to time. Boring! And many days and evenings were spent training and retraining our friends on how to show female body parts to unsuspecting tourists.
---Some trips and vacations we could never seem to get connected with anyone. Sometimes it was even impossible to play flashing games. Unknown forces, magnetic fields, luck, and possibly horny strangers suddenly come into our lives and the games begin. You can’t plan this stuff. As I’ve said many times before, your partner has to be dressed to play games and willing.
------------------Titties are magnets….tit magnets. Again, the motorcycle ride back home was uneventful and fun. How'd I know I'd someday write a topic about tit magnets? There's that familiar blouse again.

[ModelT-MsDollie]

THE NAKED BIKE RIDES
---Bought the old Panhead Harley in 1965. Sold it to a friend in early 1994 before moving to Florida. Damned why’d I do that? Rode that bike 29 years and made many memories. There were several years in between when it sat because of other hobbies… mainly work, street rods, tit games, and camping. Replaced a few tires, chains, and batteries. Had some tune ups, rebuilds, and was always tinkerin on it. Never really knew what made it tick. Just rode the snot out of it and kept it shiny. That bike was good to us. Why did I desert it?
---As you may know, we used the bike to play many booby games over the years. My perverted mind was always spinnin round. This was when we were very young and innocent…sort of.


-----------THE FIRST NAKED BIKE RIDE------

--- One evening Dollie and I were camping someplace down south in the boonies with the pup tent. Yea we were young. I was wearing only short shorts. Dollie came out of the tent naked. No one was around. I climbed on the ole black Harley and told Dollie to climb on behind. She hesitated, but did. She didn’t think I was going anyplace. I wasn’t at the time. I turned on the key and jumped on the kicker. Next thing we both knew I was riding through the small deserted campground and down a country road. It wasn’t yet fully dark outside.
---Met a few vehicles going the other way. Don’t believe anyone could tell Dollie was naked. For some reason I just kept riding till it was quit dark out. Nothing around except woods and nature. Then I came upon a small opened bar. Pulled up in front. There were maybe six or seven bikes parked near the door and a few pick up trucks. No one outside. Dollie kept begging me to get out of there. I could tell by the fear in her voice I’d better do what she said or there would be no end to the tongue lashing later.
---I headed back the way I’d came. A few of the bikes and a pick up truck left the bar, not far behind us. Both bikers pulled up behind and began playing with their headlights…bright to dim and back. After scaring the hell out of us and teasing, they pulled alongside for a look at what they thought they were seeing. Dollie proudly leaned back and gave them a long look. Both bikers gave us a fist up, yelled and went on their way. The pick up truck was now right on my rear---Dollie’s bare ass! Must have been several men in it. They hooted and hollered and went around us honking their horn.
---Got back to campground and got the ass chewin of my life from the love of my life. We laughed about it. Climbed in the tiny tent and giggled some more. We fucked and Dollie admitted it was a turn on. Of all the things that could have happened…. We must have lived our lives right!
Yes, there were even more naked bike rides.

[ModelT-MsDollie]

RIDING BARE BACK

---There were many other times I got Dollie on the bike naked after that. Most often it was just a scoot around some small secluded, or nearly secluded, campground. Usually after dark and just to be daring. Considering what Dollie wore during the daytime, most campers couldn’t tell Dollie was naked, as we rode by their RV’s. Those were all just quick rides to cool off and get kinky for our nite games after we crawled back inside the tiny one-man pup tent.
---Many a cheap dollar air float deflated because of those night time activities. We usually carried several just for this reason. These were not air mattresses. Just those el cheapo floats for playin at the beach. They squished flat in the wrong places and made noises as weight shifted on them. Not really comfortable for sleeping…or playing.
But I was usually on top and Dollie was soft. The good thing was they were no bigger than a wallet when new. ---Some of the longest rides we took with Dollie totally nude on the bike were in the Smokey’s from central Illinois. This was during a few trips across the Blue Ridge Parkway. Dollie was nearly always topless so removing her short shorts or bikini bottom took seconds. The Parkway didn’t seem as crowded back in July/August in the late 60’s and 70’s. We rode many day trips from campgrounds, taking side roads up and down mountains and valleys, rarely meeting anyone in vehicles or bikes. Those were the times Dollie bared all.
---Yes, we did occasionally meet someone who stared in disbelief as we passed each other. But most never noticed. We also met a few single bikers, and couples, while parked on over-looks, admiring nature. Most said they enjoyed the view of nature they were getting as Dolllie posed for nude pictures. Keep in mind we were skinny kids in our 20’s and 30’s. Things were much different then. And there were no cell phones, digital cameras, or other devices like that. We used film cameras, as did others. Sure we posed for pictures for tourists when asked. Ever wonder where all of those pictures taken by strangers ended up? Never even worried about it in simpler days.
---CAUGHT ----Yes, a few times I remember getting caught with that naked biker riding behind me. We were riding into the campground very late, Dollie nude. Met a Ranger at the entrance. At first he was speechless, then lectured us on life, the laws, and wild animals. We were told to get in the tent and stay there till morning. And Dollie better be wearing clothing when he saw us again. She was and he was there to greet us. Had some good laughs and shared some stories about bears, bare butts, and skinny dippin in the nearby creek. We were invited to go down a trail a short distance and swim nude in the cold mountain creek. There was a wide deep pool where locals went to swim and bath----naked. No one was there the time we swam…naked.
---It seems like everything we did…and did wrong…came out like a fairytale fantasy. Nothing to do with our motorcycle adventures. But a similar swimming story. Yes it is in the topic GETTING CAUGHT. We were traveling by pickup truck this time. Dollie and I were playing in another cold fast running creek someplace farther north in the mountains above Gatlinburg. Of course, she was topless. Three hillbilly couples, complete with bib overalls, wandered in the water where we were. They began tossing clothes on the large rocks in the creek, around them. They had soap and shampoo. The creek was foaming and suds were rolling downstream. The three couples were making a lot of noise, waving and yelling for us to join them for a bath. A Ranger came out of nowhere. He promptly chewed them out and made them all leave. He explained to us, after Dollie put on a bikini top, that those hill folks worked hard, got dirty, and came here to bath nearly every day. And nearly everyday he ran them out.
---So many memories, some clean and some dirty. There were other short bike rides with my naked partner while camping in Missouri and Arkansas. As well as others nearer home. Dollie riding nude in our motorhome, cars, and trucks, could fill a book.
---NEWER NAKED RIDE As recently as my birthday Jan 19th, 2011 she rode in our pick-up truck naked 40 miles through Florida horse country, after leaving a place called Cafe' Risque', a totally nude strip club. She'd flashed her tits and her pussy there for hours so was already in a rather kinky mood. At this time Dollie was changing into something decent so we could get a drink on the way home. I'd convinced her to just ride naked part way through the country.
---I passed a tiny grocery store in the country where I had to make a stop, then turn right. Nothing else around. Several black men in their 30's-40's (?) standing near pick up trucks. I threatened to pull in and pretend to ask directions. Dollie didn't care! Thinking what could happen, I kept driving. Thirty years ago I would have stopped!
---Next I will tell about Dollie riding topless and sometimes naked with many different bikers at the private biker campground during bike events. On private property and a clothing optional campgroud, there was no worry about the law.

[ModelT-MsDollie]

CLOTHING OPTIONAL BIKER CAMP -Nudity preferred.

---Not many years after we retired and began going to bike events we saw a small poster advertising a clothing optional biker campground. A small private home with a few acres in a secluded setting. I wasn’t exactly sure about this. The love of my life was thrilled at the thought of it. It wasn’t far from a few of the famous biker hangouts and I sort of knew where it was. Bike Week had just ended. Until now, we’d been camping at a State Park or a membership campground. Each at separate ends of the biker action. Staying part time at each made seeing almost everything more accessible.
--- Cops still turned their heads when wild women played in the streets. Dollie was into flashing bikers nearly everywhere we went and ran around barely covered at the campgrounds we stayed. No one complained yet. But at least this would keep her from getting kicked out of camp. I called the number and talked to a very pleasant kinky man. He and his wife were into the swinging/nudity scene and wanted to have bikers join them at their place for events. There was a catch. Everyone had to ride in on a bike or trailer one in. Bikers only!
--- I used Dollie as my sales pitch, telling him she is hot and loves running around showing her large boobs, even letting others fondle them. I explained that just because we didn’t have a bike didn’t mean we were not bikers. He explained that most bikers were groups of two or three men alone, staying in tents. He invites a few single horny women to attract the men bikers to stay there. Dollie would be a welcome addition. He told us to come to the next event and he’d let us stay to camp…on trial. I should have been a ploitican!
--- Needless to get into details, we were signed up as lifetime members and automatically reserved for each new event. At this time we were camping in nothing more than a Chevy van. Not a RV or camper type. Just a low roofed van with a sofa that folded into a bed. I added an airbed on the sofa, micro wave, lights, and other necessities. Even had a small heater and a home AC unit in rear door window. I'd bought my first van just to pull a trailer to move to Florida. But this van was a handy weekend camper.
---At this primitive campground there was no electric and only porta-potties and two open air hot water showers. We made do. On cold nights I ran the van heater on high till we got parked at camp. That and our body heat kept us toasty most cold nights. We usually created more body heat than needed after looking at girls all afternoon. Well that and Dollie showing off to bikers.
---For several years it really was a nudist park setting. Almost everyone, including men, were naked or at least topless. The night time activity around the fire pit and at a few camp sights became wife swapping and orgy adventures. Dollie never removed her bottoms for years. But was almost always topless, day and night. There were naked bike games and beer/pizza parties. It was fun and the crowds grew for many years. It was one of the first times I was offered beads to show my cock. Actually they were plastic marijuana leaves on a string. Still have them. A couple of topless hotties camped in a small group came running to see us. We had just parked our van and were taking a short walk around the small grounds. I was wearing short shorts and no underwear, which was typical for many years. At places like that, I’d pull my shorts up until the head of my penis peeked out the lower leg. It was out.
---But those kinky near naked gals wanted to see more. They came running across the grass to say hello to Dollie and I. Dollie was also topless. Removed her top as soon as we pulled up and parked. Remember, we wanted to make a good impression and be able to return again. With their large tattooed titties, I had no problem getting a raise out of myself, as I pulled my shorts leg up, exposing my prick. We found out later, these women were among some of the wildest camped there. One grabbed my cock, squeezed it, and stroked it briefly. I was going to love this campground!
---We were invited to their four RV units camp site back in a corner for later fun and games. All were into swapping and the good stuff. They even had a generator and disco lights. Parked in sort of a square with tables, chairs, etc in center. We did visit them during the daytime now and then. One time Dollie wore nothing but a micro mini skirt while visiting. One of the gals pulled it up, as two men sat in the side doorway of a van, at pussy height to Dollie’s pussy. One guy rubbed Dollie’s pubic area and offered to check her oil. It was always interesting. As you notice, these people never asked. They just did what turned them on.
---Dollie became popular with the bikers, married and single. At first it was my idea to get tit pictures with as many bikers as we could as they came in for the event…and left when it was over. It also became popular and expected by them to hold and fondle Dollie’s booby’s during the photo shoots. In fact, many bikers came to us even before setting up their tent or RV. Often in groups of two or more. Like our early tit posing days.
--- Even before any picture taking was mentioned, it was hello and they were fondling Dollie’s titties. Word of mouth meant we rarely had to ask new bikers as they came in. Seems like someone was always playing with Dollie’s boobs or talking about them. She was offered rides into events or around the campsite. Dollie often did take them up on short rides through the 6-7 acre flat, wide open campground, topless and naked. Other campers would take pictures as Dollie and the biker passed by their campers. Farthest she ever rode with a biker was the few miles to Cabbage Patch Bar and back, mostly topless.
--- Here are a few exhibitionist pranks some of the gals played. There was an entrance gate with a few members who checked everyone in. Some non campers got free shows as they made deliveries. Those who had to return several times seemed to enjoy their brief visits. The Pizza delivery guys, the LP cylinder delivery man, the young guys delivering fire wood and stacking it near the fire pit, the sanitation men in the big garbage truck, and the pooper-cleaner-outer who was there every few days.
---The naked ladies would visit and tease these men as they attempted to do their jobs. Dollie often seemed to be among them! These were some of the kinkiest orneriest gals we'd ever met. And we met plenty! One trick some of the gals did was hurry into the porta-potties when they saw the sewer pumping truck arrive. They’d be standing or sitting in the toilets and wouldn’t lock the doors or answer when the men yelled or knocked. Almost always got a beaver shot or other view. Yes, these were fun loving campers.
---A few words about camper units…RV’s . The mode of travel and type of RV used at those events suddenly changed. Most were originally small to midsized tents and pop-up RV's and a few 20-25' RV's at largest. After about five years, we advanced to a Dodge high topped van for a year and a 21’ RV trailer. Later a Dodge quad-cab to pull the small RV. But others, at this campground, and everywhere, were now driving luxury motor coaches or huge toy hauler RV’s and fifth wheels. Behind these were enclosed bike trailers. Many pulled larger closed bike trailers with an extra pick up truck. Days of bikers riding in with pup tents was mostly over.
---This tiny campground was becoming over crowded. Less bikers were riding in and very few were staying in tents anymore. Wasn’t only there. Bikers changed as bike events did. Not only didn't bikers ride 500 miles or more to events, they didn't ride 50! Also the rules changed at the campground. The law kept forcing changes and there were many court hearings. Police, reporters, and County bigwigs would randomly arrive at the campsite. Somehow the owners were always tipped off and naked campers covered up. Over the years, arguments, perverts trying to force their games on others, a few getting pissed because they had to do all of the planning and organizing of games and parties, and small groups who snubbed others, caused many regulars to stop attending.
---When the bigger rigs showed up, they were more into Rice Rockets and riding. Few campers were nude or even topless anymore. Dollie was often the only female showing skin. Even the owner stopped going topless. Finally the owners got a legal permit for nude event camping. Not feeling it was 100% the reason, we could no longer camp there because we had no bike. We believe it was a few jealous wives who got fat over time. So much for a life time membership and going every year from almost the first campout.
---And it really wasn’t fun anymore. It’s been several years since we attended that private biker camp. But I’m sure we aren’t the only people with fond memories of campouts and booby games there. Aditional problems after that were we dropped out of the membership campgrounds and those parks were getting expensive when we began paying the regular fees. The little used State Park became popular as more bikers began using RV’s. Reservations were now required. We don’t like or get reservations. So it was getting impossible to get in at the last minute for events. We never knew a year ahead of time if we were going.. or would be alive!
---A booby lover saved the day…or days. He met us at a biker bar where Dollie had just won second in a Tee-shirt contest. (actually a tie) He mentioned he loved tits and owned a nearby motel. We began staying at his small motel at a very reduced rate. All Dollie had to do was wear revealing tops to keep his attention and our prices low for Bike and Street Rod events. This proved very convenient for events. Not as much fun, but warm and dry. Yep, there is a story about our motel booby lovin friend buried in the closet.
---We have thousands of stories in the naked city (closet). Most are repeats because we played the same games over and over for 50+ years. Different places, different people, making repeating boring. I’m digging deep into our closet, and my widdle perverted mind, to select those stories that are different when possible. Sometimes Dollie will mention something from long ago and a story soon reappears.

[ModelT-MsDollie]

------------THE SHIFTER BALL

---As you should know by now we rode a 1950 Harley with the fairly new style 74 cu. Panhead engine and Hydra-Glide front end. It was also near the last of the tank shift models. Those not familiar, there was a bracket with a chrome lever and large chrome shift ball on top. Being a lover of antique cars I liked my black tank shift bike. Dollie did to.
---Dollie normally rode wearing very short shorts with a narrow crotch and a tiny blouse or halter type top. We were in our mid twenties and always in an ornery horny mood. Dollie was posing for me someplace in a remote area, probably topless, for pictures. For some reason she was straddling the fuel tank. This caused her pussy to spread wide open and be in view out the side of those shorts. I don't even remember who decided to do what happened next. She was ornery so it could have been her idea. Dollie was soon over the shifter ball and teasing me. I do remember daring her to sit down on it. One of us had to put something on that large chrome ball to lubricate it. What it was I don't remember. Maybe just her natural juices. All I know is she was soon bouncing up and down, that ball completely inside her pussy.
---We were in an empty parking lot, most likely at a deserted roadside park or scenic overlook. Up till now, this took only a minute. But of all times, a car with two young couples pulled in next to my bike. Of course, they had no idea Dollie was impaled by that hugh shifter ball. That is until they got out to check the bike out. Dollie just sat there, pulling her shorts over her lips the best she could to hide her predicament. Again, by chance, these were old school bikers. They noticed the shift linkage and giggled when they realized where the lever and shift ball were. Seems like they asked to see Dollie in action getting fucked by an old Harley. Even the gals asked so Dollie did what seemed right, she fucked herself while two young couples watched. Right there on the old Harley tank.
----As Dollie got off---- while on the bike-- and getting off the bike, all four watched closely as that big chrome ball emerged from two wet lips. But it wasn't over. Both guys begged their partners to try it too. One did and I enjoyed the view and her show. Dollie performed this act several more times over the years at small biker bar parking lots and around rally campgrounds. Yes, a few other gals fucked my Harley too! Try this with a late model motorcycle!

[ModelT-MsDollie]

As the title says, you are about to find many different types stories from our past. I just hope some of them fit into this forum.

WARNING---DIRTY MOUTH AHEAD….!
---After many stories and requests for details I now write like a filthy X-rated story teller. When I first started this closet group I never intended to have more than a few topics. I know I wrote this before.
---In the real world Dollie and I use few dirty words. The first stories were fairly dirty mouth free. But many people in these stories talked with dirty mouths and a lot of members here made comments in private messages that they like the nasty, or dirty mouthed parts. Dirty talk in adult stories and real life adventures with adults stimulates the mind and body, adding to the excitement.
---I believe most of those people we played games with used foul language just for the shock value and to appear nasty. I call it biker bar/Sailor talk. So in time I wrote stories using more and more dirty mouth language. I even went back and dirtied up some of the earlier stories when members began liking our dirty mouthed writing. Amazingly Dollie has never been interested in my computer but since I joined this group she even comments back.
---So be prepared in the following stories for our dirtiest dirty mouthed adventures. Keep in mind also, these games happened from late 50’s thru 80’s, mostly around lower Lake Michigan. We did go as far as upper Door County and Washington Island at times on the Wisconsin side. On the Michigan side, above sleeping Bear Dunes and even around the Lake a few times in our other 1955 Chevy. Since these games happened over a 30+ year period these are only a few samples. And since there are only so many ways to flash, fuck, and enjoy the beach, I try to keep to the most interesting and shocking stories , most randomly written.
---Hopefully none are repeats from earlier topic stories. Just remember for every story here there my be hundreds just like it untold. Also remember that what was actually said may be different than what is written. It may have been even raunchier! And there were vacations when nothing exciting happened. We got where we stopped planning games. Just dressed to fool around and let nature take it’s course. If dirty mouthed language and behavior bothers you, now is the time to GET THE FUCK OUT OF HERE.

---------------Yet another pre-introduction................

-----------------------------------WHY?
I don’t know why I titled this WHY but why not get kinky and enjoy what Dollie was born with?

-----------------------------------ANCIENT HISTORY OF TWO PERVERTS
------------As I continue to look back I see even more things that helped cause me to dream up our sexy games and Dollie to enjoy doing them. Here are a few samples. Most are already here in the CLOSET so I am only mentioning them as reminders how and why Dollie started playing our games. Nursing our first son, seeing others doing it in the open, and accidentally caught with her tit out all helped.
---Of course it all began when I convinced her to wear more revealing clothes. As a teen she was already going without underwear mostly because she hated the granny garments her daddy bought at the auction barn.

In no special order-----------

-----------------------------------------NEW IMPROVED DOLLIE


---Most of this information has been written a number of times. As I began writing more very personal stories, including a few taxi cab stories to come later, I realized you don’t know exactly why Dollie changed so drastically. These figures may not be exact and I am trying to keep it short. Hopefully after you read what’s here you will begin to understand why Dollie and I went sex crazy! Believe me, I am not trying to brag but I can’t help it.
---Besides naturally growing up, Dollie went thru three very dramatic breast size changes when each of our three kids were born, among other physical and mental changes. When we met, Dollie was a skinny ** year old with decent sized yet not outstanding boobs. First son was born Dec. 1958, when she was **. Naturally her breasts filled with milk and grew several sizes larger. Surprisingly they seemed to stay nearly the size as they were when she nursed for several months. Second son 1964, when her boobs grew even larger. 1970 our daughter was born and Dollie’s boobs were roughly soccer ball sized and as firm. Each time they seemed firmer and remained nearly the size they were while producing milk.
---When the first son was born in Dec 1958 Dollie went into convulsions and nearly died. I was told she wouldn’t make it. Miracle number one for us. After our daughter was born Sept 1970 Dollie also had a hysterectomy and some other female type surgery. 29 years old and no more menopause. I guess she went thru what is known as change of life. Dollie got very passionate and sexy. This is when she wore clothes even wilder than I was training her to wear. Now I was begging Dollie to put clothes on rather than wear less. She acted sexier and wanted sex way more. Nothing bad about any of this part!
----Even while dating, I was training Dollie to dress more sexy and act naughty. Her and her young girlfriends taught each other to perform sex while they watched each other and me. All of these things were over more than a ten year period. We hadn’t noticed dramatic changes after the 1970 surgeries.
---After the third kid, 1970, Dollie saw her doctor several times because her boobs seemed to remain too firm and were making too much milk. Dollie said all he’d do is fondle them and tell her they we just fine. She didn’t nurse any of the kids long. Dollie was using a breast pump to remove the milk. The new improved size and firmness was the only thing we all noticed. (Another story about what happened to the mothers milk is here.)

---- After the 1970 surgery and birth of her third child, Dollie’s breasts seemed four times larger than when we married. That hysterectomy and other surgery caused changes that I really didn’t like. Her pussy seemed four times larger too! Dollie’s pussy tightened back up shortly after the two boys were born. Up till then I could hit the knob at the bottom of her pussy. Yet really not a bad thing since I could now bury my penis easily, she no longer screamed, and it didn’t hurt. I do remember now that’s when she seemed to be masturbating even more than before. Plus begging me to fuck and masturbate her more. Also, not bad things. Not sure about the time period, but this could be when she began refusing getting semen on her body and started using dildos and other play things more.
---We were both now super proud of her body and she loved showing it. At 30 years old this was not the girl I married! Breasts her size were uncommon back then and she got way more attention than either of us wanted. From 1971 thru about 1987 she grew into a very filled out and sexy woman, mentally and physically. Keep in mind, this all happened slowly and we really never noticed the changes at first. I was having too much fun with her.
---Then more intestinal problems, weight gain, bad varicose leg veins, and several exploratory surgeries. Games over. In 1989 we adopted our first grandson which added to our life changing ways. After retirement in 1994 it’s almost like Dollie was another person. She was saying she’s too old to dress like a sl*t. But old men were slobbering and begging to see more of her. Young bikers started paying attention and fondling her. Too old yet feeling like a kid again. Back to that sexy girl of the 70’s and 80’s.
---I believe she changed again after she nearly died after more exploratory surgery, colon surgery, spider bite emergency surgery, and finally a tummy tuck to rid her of those awful surgery scars. Finally having the chance to attend wild bike events and discovering a nude beach just helped her along. So now you see why, in these stories, Dollie was flaunting and sharing her body. I was actually lucky she wouldn’t swap for intercourse. I may have lost her.
----I didn't even realize a lot of these things affected Dollie's behaviour until I got deeper into my stories. The TAXI CAB stories made me feel I needed to explain. Now it makes sense to us. These are all things most people hide in their closet. Ours is wide open to share. Hopefully our stories will help others enjoy life.