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When I was a kid, my mom and I had regular battles over a range of topics - whether or not I had to wear a dress on formal occasions, why I couldn’t take my shirt off in the yard when I was hot (I was five), and why it was a bad idea to stand up to pee. 
The biggest fight we ever had though, was the day she pulled out a pair of green leotards for me to wear under the dress that I had already rejected.
As far as I could tell, she’d peeled a layer of scales off of Puff the Magic Dragon and was asking me to put the dead skin on my legs. 
That’s when I took off screaming to find my dad and ask why I couldn’t, please, just wear the Tonka pants of which I was so fond. 
My opinion didn’t change years later when my mom handed me a pair of pantyhose to wear under my high school graduation dress. 
I pulled the shriveled nylons out of the package and held them up to my waist in disgust. 
“You bought the wrong size,” I said.
She didn’t look up from the dress she was ironing. 
Anyone who has ever worn pantyhose knows that one size fits all is total bullshit (sorry Mom, that I said bullshit. Again). 
And yet many of us still find ourselves pursuing a one size fits all approach when it comes to fitness, nutrition, and even relaxing. We are all of us, myself included, inspired and influenced to make habit changes based on what we see and learn from others. I am incredibly guilty of this. I’ve learned a lot from Doug since I worked with him - especially when it comes to productivity - and last year he inspired me to buy a planner for 2017.
So I did. It was a blog planner and it was filled with good ideas and structure for how to maintain my blog. My last entry was in May. 
I’ve tried to use planners a few times over the years, and each time, I find myself returning to the simple habit of list building. Planners are a perfect fit for Doug’s personality. That planner eventually made me feel boxed in. I wilt a little on the inside at the idea of all of my days being planned. 
But I tried it anyway because I admire Doug’s productivity and am trying to find ways to finish more of my own projects. But it won’t be from using a planner. 
Because your habits have to suit you. Let me say that again.
So how do you know exactly which habits are right for you? Self-knowledge. What do you know about yourself? What kind of learner are you? Where do you get your energy? Are you an introvert or extrovert? 
How do you respond to outer expectations? Will you show up to the gym because you’ve made an appointment and you don’t miss appointments? When we first started Team Training at Spurling, there was a group of three or four ladies who began asking each other if they’d be at the next class. Now, we have a group of 14 or more people who expect to see each other for class, and if one person doesn’t show up, they notice. 
How do respond to inner expectations? I told myself I would workout three times per week and I’m going to do that. 
We need to see ourselves accurately before we can change.
Self-knowledge and self-awareness can be tricky. Sometimes it can be tough to acknowledge some truths about ourselves, especially when it relates to behaviors we’d like to change. But taking the time to understand what’s important to us, what we value, and what we like and don’t like can go a long way in helping us develop habits that suit us. 
And because it seems right to remind everyone, including myself, at every opportunity - be kind. To yourself, to the cashier at the grocery store, to your annoying co-worker, and to everyone - because we need more kindness in this world. 

I was actually attracted to my sister in law before ever even meeting my wife. She works in my company, but was already married at the time. She's very short at 4 '10, blonde hair, brown eyes....wide hipped but amazing legs and feet. Her skin is always that tan color and they always look so smooth. Her feet are size 6 and toes are on the shorter side, but they are perfect in every way.

I wound up marrying her sister 3 years ago. They show some resemblance but are still very different looking. My relationship with her is very similar to a mother in law. Although she is only 33, she has 4 kids and acts much older than her age. We get along but have never had a friend type of relationship because of her generally serious demeanor. Over the years I've spent many parties, BBQs, etc getting long glimpses of her incredible feet. I got incredibly horny one day when she brought up the subject of her having the nicest feet in the family. She has said it many times since, which is somewhat out of character for her. But I never had any sort of opening to realistically touch them, etc


A few weeks ago my wife mentioned that her sister was going to be sleeping over our house one Friday night soon so they can hang out like they used to before she had kids. I didn't think much of it, since she is always so straight laced. It turned out to be last Friday. She came over at 7ish with two bottles of wine, which was slightly shocking, as I've only seen her drink once, and that was at our wedding. I kept out of their way for the most part and let them do their thing. I was in the living room watching tv around midnight when they found their way onto the couch with me. By this time they were both pretty hammered. My wife was borderline sleeping already. They continued chatting for a few minutes before they both started to become quieter and quieter. My wife fell asleep first and my sister in law made a comment about how she snores and maybe she should go up to bed because she is hard to wake up when she's drinking, and didn't want to snore while I was trying to watch tv. At this point I seriously started to get aroused at the possibility of her falling to sleep stretched out on the same side of the couch as me. I had waited years to even smell her feet in the flesh (not just stealing her socks). I immediately convinced her it wasn't a problem and just to relax.


After another five minutes she was out cold, and within 20 minutes she was lightly snoring. I started to shake slightly at the anticipation, nervousness of the potential situation. I decided that this opportunity may never present itself again and I had to act on it. I slowly woke my wife up and helped her up to bed. She was murmuring nonsense and sleep talking. She was sleeping again as soon as I put her to bed. I went back downstairs and looked at the perfection lying there. She had jeans and socks on with a white tshirt. I had to test the water and see how deep of sleep she was in, so I started to nudge her while calling her name. After a few times with no movement, I started to try to pick her up off the couch like I was trying to bring her ip to bed, since it would have been a normal excuse if she woke. Again she didn't break for snoring at all. This gave me the confidence to remove one of her socks and I really almost came right there. The sight of her naked foot and knowing I was about to get as close as I ever would with them was almost too much too handle. I leaned down and started to take in the aroma from her toes. There was slight heat coming off them and that perfect foot smell we all crave.


I have to finish the update soon, as I'm on an iPad and typing is very slow and annoying.
Holy shit! This guys stops right in the middle of the story?! Who does that? Lol!
Sorry guys....,relegated to typing on an iPad which sucks.


I sat there staring at her naked foot for several minutes, partly because my nerves were getting the best of me. If she woke up and caught me, not only was my marriage possibly ruined, but her husband is an executive in my company. My career could be impacted as well.

I had to test how much rope I had, so I sat beside her feet on the couch and slowly ran my fingernail up the sole of her one naked foot. After a couple of strokes with no reaction, I went a step further and started to rub her foot, getting more aggressive as I went. After 30 seconds with no break in snoring, my confidence was high enough to go forward. I thought about turning the lights off and only having tv on (in case she woke) but I really wanted to see every inch of her feet. I made my move and bent down to her toes and put my lips around her big toe. I just sat there for what seemed like hours just enjoying that moment. The smell of her foot with her perfect toe in my mouth was almost enough to make me cum right there.

Wife getting out of shower now
Thanks for the story, very risky. I take it you're not used to typing on an iPad cos I don't think it's slow at all!

gb
any new experiences ? I bet she gets drunk often? any pics
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Jacked Off by the Babysitter by More Stories

When I was a teen my little brother and I had a babysitter watch after us when my parents went out. I personally felt like I was too old to have a babysitter, but since I was known for being a troublemaker, and I was stuck with a younger brother (11) too I was condemned to being babysat even at my age. Fortunately, we had a hot looking babysitter named Nancy, who was 18 with big firm boobies, green eyes and beautiful auburn hair. In front of my parents she always acted all calm and proper, but when my parents weren’t home she was a very different person. She would let us do a lot of things that my parents would never approve of like stay up and watching grown up programs on cable that had bad words and nudity, eat junk food, and even teach us dirty words. She knew I was a horny little devil and liked to tease me in different ways.

One night when babysitting us we were playing cops and robbers with my little brother to entertain him. We would take turns, one person being the policeman, and the other being the robber wearing a ski mask. We used the whole house, and with the lights off the robber would have to sneak into rooms and steal stuff putting it in a pillowcase without being caught. The police person would go through the house one room at a time looking for the robber. If you didn’t listen, and hide really good the policeman could find you and arrest you. We had these cheap handcuffs that were actually made from metal, but had a little hidden safety latch on them. Funny thing is it was really hard to reach the release latch if you were the one handcuffed.

One of the times when I was playing the policeman, and she was the robber, I caught her in the den hiding behind the couch. I got to arrest her and “play” search her for anything hidden on her or in her pockets. She let me reach under her shirt and feel her breast through her bra, and reach into her jeans pockets. I even tried to unbutton her pants and got as far as unbuttoning and unzipping them before she stopped me saying that was far enough. Seeing the top of her little white panties with a red elastic waistband and little colored dots on them made me really horny. Her smooth skin and flat tummy drove me wild. I wanted to do more but she would not let me.

We had been playing for a while so around 9:30 she told my brother it was bedtime. He didn’t want to go to bed and was being a brat about it. She ordered him to get into his pajamas, but said I could stay up longer. She put my brother to bed, and I went to change. She was sitting on the couch watching TV when I came out a while later in my lose-fitting pj’s with stripes on them. As soon as she saw me she started laughing poking fun at my pajamas. Feeling belittled I threw a fit and jumped on her trying to overpower her. I was trying to pin her down to the couch but she was stronger. In all the struggling and wriggling around together I got excited. I wasn’t wearing any underwear and with all the close contact I got a raging hard-on in my pants. Then she rolled me over on my stomach and managed to handcuff my arms behind my back! With my hands behind me I could not reach the little release catch. I was stuck handcuffed with a hard-on grinding against the ground now! I mean it got rock hard. She said she was going to spank me like a little baby if I kept misbehaving. I didn’t care. Then things got even worse (or better depending on how you look at it). When she rolled me over again to talk to me the head of my erect penis popped out of my pajama fly! I was so embarrassed that my face became hot. She stared wide-eyed at my helpless twitching penis as I lay there powerless to do anything and reached down and grabbed it by the shaft. I guess I have a pretty big dick for my age and she seemed to be very impressed with it. “Oh my!” she said with a sly tone in her voice. “Well we are a very bad boy aren’t we?” I was really embarrassed but really turned on too at the same time and just stood there speechless. Forcefully she pulled me over her lap on the couch with my shoulders propped up on the end of the couch. She pulled my pj pants all the way down and reaching underneath she started stroking my super hard dick with one hand, while spanking my naked butt with the other. “Bad boy!” she kept playfully saying while she lightly spanked my butt and stroked my dick. My dickhead now got wet with precum that she used as lube to stroke me ever further. She spanked and stroked me as I moaned in ecstasy till I arched my back and jutted my hips forward spurting all over the couch pillow! I was really embarrassed after, lying there handcuffed and bottomless with spooge all over me & the couch. She made me promise to not ever say anything about it or she would never baby sit for me again. I eagerly agreed. The she cleaned the couch off and flipped the cushion and told me I needed to go to bed.
Janienudiepants wrote:
Babysitter by Janienudiepants

Very nice story. I babysat a lot for my mom's divorced friends as a teen. Mainly single moms, occasionally everyone else. I dreaded some kids, and others I lived to die for, they were so cute. One pair of boys were four and seven, a bit like you, and cute as h*ll. At bedtime one thing you knew for sure who had a "hard-on." Their little flagpoles stood out of their pj tents once they found the hole. Of course, little boys button pjs have a huge hole in front -- they never button them, and their little d*cks found it all the time in tickle fights, wrestling playing around with them before bed or just sitting with me snuggled up watching TV. I grew up with the impression boys always had a hard-on.

I always enjoyed the cute little kids and what I saw. I imagine their mom played with them like I did. They weren't shy pulling each others pj bottoms down at all -- it was all great fun. They had such cute bottoms! And of course, they shouted with glee whenever they could pull something down from me!

lol
still enjoy remembering...
Janie
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The first thing I noticed about her was her skin. It was alabaster, smooth like butter and translucent. Her hair, a lustrous brown, sat full-bodied above her collar bone, flirting with her shoulders every time she’d throw her hair back and laugh, which was often.
Sitting in meetings with her at the prominent literary agency where we both worked left me feeling weak. Usually never short of things to say, in her presence, I’d marvel at her ability to drain all quips from my mind, leaving my mouth bone-dry. But I knew the cliché and I refused to succumb to the stereotype of being the young, ambitious 25-year-old who screws the boss.
I’d come out when I was 17 and been disowned by my parents. I’d moved to London and been in and out relationships and casual flings. She was 40 and had been married for 10 years, with three children under the age of 10. The agency we worked for also represented her husband, an esteemed writer, so I knew I absolutely couldn’t go there.
Except one night, I did. I’d been at the company for around two years, working hard to secure advancements for myself all the while struggling to relax around her. But she gave nothing away. No odd winks or lingering favouritism, just an aloof air of power.
Our team were out celebrating a victory signing, when I first felt her eyes on me from across the table. I instantly assumed I must be getting the wrong end of the stick. But several glasses of wine later, my mouth was on hers and she was pushing me against the bathroom wall, as we clumsily tumbled in a stall, fumbling with our belt buckles. How could she go from practically never acknowledging my existence to pouncing on me? I felt vindicated in my feelings for her; there must have been something there all along, she had just been very good at suppressing it. After several swift orgasms in the cubicle, we returned to the table and our unsuspecting cohort of colleagues.
Our relationship gained a momentum of its own and before either of us realised, we were sleeping together every day. Sometimes first thing in the morning before anybody else arrived at the office, sometimes during a quick trip to the loo before nipping to Pret, sometimes once the last person had left for the day and it was just the two of us.
All I wanted was to be with her full-time, and for it to be out in the open that we were together
When we were together it felt electric, my heartbeat thumping furiously. But she was
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