Between the ages of 2 and 12, I lived in a trailer park named Camelot. The aristocracy of the tony suburb Hill River had tried for years to rezone Camelot into the next municipality, but a grandfather clause would not allow it. Camelot was safe and cheap. It was popular with young single girls in their 20's and families just scrapping by.
Two of my friends, Jado and Slyvester, and I spent our endless days building forts, vandalizing and peeping. We were never bored. For me there were two MILFs that lead the pack.
Gayle Berger was a petite blond with just theright propotrtions...picture a blend of Stevie Nicks and Chertl Ladd, What more could a child of the 70's ask for. She loved to sunbathe in the front yard and it being Alabama her season lasted from early April to late September. My bedroom had ideal sight lines and promoted inverse peeping. Jado, Slyvester and I could chill next to the window unit air conditioner and watch for hours.
One night, drawn by the romantic sounds of Heart's Dog and Butterfly, we creeped up to her front window. All we could see in her living room was an empty pair of male cowboys boots. This sight provoked the unholy three to run around to the back where we were rewarded with the following indelible memory.
Gayle in her glory had cleared out the dining room table and replaced it with harem type floor pillows, strawberry incense was quite present. Her face was writhing in ectasy as she rode her cowboy sans boots. HOT.
The other "G" MILF was a tall, dark brunette... picture a 70's version of a jewish Penelope Cruz. She liked to chat on the phone at night in a tiny t shirt without any bottoms. Even better was an activity we liked to call "Gwenich Mean Time" or "the gwedo".
Every night at 8:30, the unholy three met on some concrete stairs behind her trailer. I will be forever indebted to the architect who kindly put a window in the shower. Like clock work, we had a nightly full view of the cleansing accompanied by pleasuring. Who needed Laverne and Shirley, we had Gwen.
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