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The Fredericks

2005 Holiday Catalog

just showed up in my mail box

I hope the pages dont stick this time

Do over!

This was an interesting question that was brought to my attention a few weeks ago. I was talking to one of my best friends, who currently is between lovers, and he's better off for it. Well, he and the women(I can't find a better word for her) that he was dating ended up with an offspring. Don't get me wrong, the child is gorgeous. Just a wonderful soul and disposition about him, even at his very young age. I can't wait until he be comes a teenager and that all goes to hell..........I'm evil.

Anyway, we went about the usual "Monday morning Quarterback" session. If you could do it over again, would you do the same thing or change your actions. LIKE PULL OUT! Of course it seemed unfair to pose that question to him, especially when a child is involved.
It's not the child's fault that his parents are a few tacos short of a fiesta platter. But in defense of my friend, he knew better, and just followed what he thought at the time was a safe situation. As for her,...well she is a mother.
So we waxed about what we would do over again or more to the point, who we would do over again. For him, it would be a girlfriend he had in high school. The first one he ever bough lingerie for(.....that was a fun tip, story for another time). They never did it, she wanted to stay pure for her future husband.......
As for me, it would be these few girls that I used to work with, "Office Girl" and "Ice Cream Girl". I should have moved in to kiss "Office Girl" in the parking lot of a miniature golf park. I was about 21, she must have be about 17. Yeah, I would have been worth going to jail for, but I just wanted to show that I loved her for her and just wanted to get down her pants. I did, but I'm sure that she wanted a little romance before she gave it up. It never went anywhere. I just kept telling my self that when she turns 21, she will be looking to play the field like I was, and that was something that I didn't want to deal with at the time.
At the same time I was fooling around with another girl, at the same place I'll call "Ice Cream Girl". I would stay late and close up the place and she would stay with me. After I got things put away, we would go into the back of the stock room and make out, finger her, stroke my cock. She was a virgin, and had never felt a cock in her hand or been fingered. That pussy was so tight. She was about the same age as "Office Girl", but she craved my attention. I know that sounds like I have a big ego, but she would tell me, that she looked forward to working with me, and couldn't wait until the weekend to do so. There was one night when my friends band was playing and I drove her to her the home of her best friends, boyfriend's house where we stayed up almost all night playing with each other's body. I was just about to take her virginity, when she would whimper and whince every time the head of my cock parted her tight lips. I stopped. I knew that she wanted it to be "special" and backed-off. I never did have sex with her.
Besides I had just come out of a short relationship where I found out that the girl I was dating at the time had sex with my best friend. That whole relationship was full of misunderstanding, intimidation, non-communication, and lots of booze. Just a confusing couple of years for me. I just needed time to myself and sort out what I wanted in a relationship. As far as sexually, they would have been two girls who's virginity I took. "Office Girl" I would have love to fuck, especially doggie. I have a felling that she would have been a handful in bed. "Ice Cream" girl was different. She wanted more of a relationship, long term I guess, and I wasn't ready for that.

So my question to my few readers is this: What would you do over again, sexually. How would that change your life now or would it have changed you life then.

Pick your favorite.

I know how most of you like to have sex, and what turns you all on. But how do you really like to finish. Something that I've always asked my fiance during our sessions. Most of the time we'll finish doing doggie or on her side. A few times I've finished on top, pulling out to see how far I can shoot my load. I've managed to land on her chin a few times. Only once that I can remember us finishing with her on top. So, how do you like to finish:

Men on top, cuming inside.

Men on top, cuming outside.(Cuming on the face, tits or pussy)

Women on top, cuming inside.

Women on top, cuming outside.

Doggie, cuming outside(My favorite)

Doggie, cumming inside(I like this one too)

Sideways, cuming inside.

Sideways cuming outside.

Did I miss any?

Yeah, my first tag.....

I feel like I just got to sit and have lunch with the cool kids at school.
This tag is from The Corinthian Couple. I hope to work up to their level of sex.

1. Delve into your blog archive.
Head first.
2. Search the archives for the 23rd post.
This gene pool needs some bleach
3. Find the 5th sentence, or closest to.
I'm almost sure that she fucks better than she sings.
4. Post the text of the sentence in your blog along with these instructions. Ponder it for meaning, subtext or hidden agendas:
Speaking of Britney Spears lack of talent in one profession, perhaps she would be better off in porn.
5. Tag 5 people to do the same.
Tales of a Teacher
Cyber Slut Wife
Young Surban wife
Pipers Place
Mommy's Busy

Cheerleaders gone....bad?

Two Carolina Panthers cheerleaders were charged after their arrest at a bar where witnesses told police the women had sex in a restroom. Witnesses said the women were having sex in a stall with each other, angering patrons waiting in line to get into the restroom at the club in the Channelside district.


So what is so wrong about that.......use the men's restroom so thoes up tight cunts can take a piss.........

In her room

This is a fictional story, and to some of us, we wish it where true. More to cum. I would even welcome your input into the direction of the story, so please leave your comments and suggestions.

Julie could never figure out what the big deal was. It was as if there where a new trend in fashion that everyone had to follow. To her, it was just a waste of time. To the other girls in school, it was a way of exploring themselves with their sexuality. Like the time when she spent the night at her friends house. Waxing well into the dark about school, parents, boys and Amy's favorite topic; lingerie. Her friend Amy was the first in her little circle to venture past the realm of cotton bra and panties. Amy would watch her older sisters dress up for their dates. Displaying the most attractive bras and lacey panties; sexy yet feminine. After they would leave, she would pretend that she had a date with a boy and parade around her adolescent covered room like a model.
Amy set the pace for the rest. It was the one thing that Julie admired and hated the most about her. Amy was the first girl to wear a thong, g-strings, lacy bras, even the first of them to shave above the mid-thigh and her bikini line. The others shortly followed, expect Julie. By the time the girls reached their senior year in high school, most where no longer virgins. They had boyfriends or one-night stands while on spring break or over the summer vacation. Of course, Julie felt more at ease with the girls who where still in tack of there innocence. She of only a handful of boys that she had dated. None where ever serious enough let them touch her under her bar or panties. It was an unwritten rule that she had. If he is a gentleman and had more than just sex on his mind, then perhaps she would let them play with her nipples or even finger her. Her friends had talked about sex, the lack of foreplay, the lack of consideration their boyfriends had for their own satisfaction and their requirements for the new flavor of the month. She made mental notes of the pet peeves, assembled her own list and made sure that the boys she dated had the mental capacity of men she wanted to sleep with. It was the how she was able to weed out the freaks that her friends always seemed to end-up with, allowing her to stay focused on her long term goals, even if it meant still being a virgin at graduation. College graduation that is.

Amy asked Julie why she never wore her thong or g-strings the other girls bough her.
"So what is it? Do they not fit?, Is it because the lace makes you itch, or is it that it makes you feel like a slut."

A rush of blood ran through Julie's body. Sharply she looked up from Amy's Cosmo mag, peering thru her glasses as Amy waited her answer.
"No, I just don't like the way they feel. It feels like there is an atomic wegeei and may ass is sticking out."
It was in fact the best thing Julie had ever felt. The freedom of movement that was more that a piece of cloth, or lack of it. Julie felt alive. Attractive, sexy, and even horny. She was afraid to confide to Amy the turn feeling of the lingerie. She was becoming a women. A women who like Amy, loved the fine and delicate things that only women can wear.

"Can I tell you something? You have to promise you can't tell any of the other girls or anyone else for that matter."

"I swear. Pinky swear on a lock of hair.''

"I love they way they make me feel. I love it when I have a dress on and a slight breeze rushes up thru my dress. And how that breeze rubs the silk and lace and that rubs on my clit. I love it when I put on a pair of tight jeans and my thong, and the seam of the jean pushes that slick thong on my lips. Making me wet. Does that ever happen to you?"

With a mischievous grin, Amy bounced off the floor and walked over to her dresser. There she extracted what appeared to be a complex web of fine silks, lace and clasps. It was a mixture of fine off black, flesh tones, and tiny pink bows and flowers.

"What is it?" Julie asked. She could make out that it was attractive and must feel good on her bare skin. In fact, the anticipation of it made her virginal lips quiver for some of her attention.

Amy gently laid out her treasures on her bed. Treating them as if they where museum artifacts from another land. Julie rose to see the fine threaded materials on display. Amy spoke.
"This is my favorite garter belt and stockings. I wore these to the Spring Dance in freshmen year. That was the night I first slept with Alex. The night he fucked me for the first time. I was hoping to wear these when Alex and I got married, but that will never happen now that he is with that bitch Carmen. So I want to give these to you. The will make you feel even more alive and sexy than you can imagine. They should fit you. Try them on."

Timid at first, Julie stood there admiring the detail of the material. The mesh like lace, the life like pink roses, gently sown into the mesh. The strands of silk that made the stockings almost invisible to the eye. She knew that the stockings would accent her legs. She began to disrobe. Pulling off her t-shirt and the boxer shorts she loved to sleep in.

"Is there a bra to match?” just as she finished her question, Amy produced the bra. It was a beautiful and delicate as the garter belt. Amy helped her put it on.

"The wonderful thing is that is bra snaps in the front. Makes it easier for the inexperienced boy to get to your tits." They both giggled. The soft mesh made Julies nipples hard. They beaus as stiffer when Amy helped clasp the bra, adjusting and pull it down, so the underwire gently lifted her breast. It was the first time Julie was able to create cleavage. She always bought a bra one-half size bigger. She didn't want to lead the boys on.

"You have a great set of tit Julie. Why don't you show then off. That bra makes them look delicious."

Julie turned to the mirror. She smiled with agreement. She did have a great set of breast. She should show them off.

"Now let's put the garter belt on. Remember the rose goes in the front. That's what my sisters always told me."

Amy stood behind Julie and helped draw the delicate mesh around her tiny waist. Clasping the hook above the crack of Julie's ass. Amy looked down on her buttery-soft ass. So smooth, yet strong from her years on the track team. Amy ran the back of her hands over the hump of Julie's ass, sending shivers up her back. The touch of another persons flesh, much less her best friend sent more waves of excitement to her already swollen pussy lips.
"Did you ever let that guy Michael touch you?" Michael was the one boy she wanted to sleep with. He was the captain of the baseball team, and had been scouted by the big league team, even as a sophomore.

"Not really. He is a great kisser, and very tall. I have to get on my toes to just reach his chin. I would...Maybe......I don't know. When he does kiss me, I feel my stomach full of butterflies, and my thighs start to quiver. I think it's just because I have to stand on my toes to kiss him."
They both begin laughing, and just then Amy moves her hand onto Julies shoulders, quickly spinning her around. Locking her eyes with Julie and moves in to kiss her on her lips.