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November 2011 While handsome in every respect of physique and striking in appearance - they were not very bright, although in contradiction, they were skilled artisans in stone working and also in creating exceptionally detailed glazed story tiles and murals



Birds of a Feather, Chapter 6 (Better than I ever expected) Note: There is a new character in this chapter. Her name is Amie. This is a real person, not the person described in the story but she does exist
I first went to Florence with my parents when I was a teenager. We were to spend five days there as part of a tour of Italy. When we arrived at the Hotel late in the afternoon we were met by the manager who was very friendly and seemed only a couple of years older than me



One hot sunny afternoon, the Stewart family was having a BBQ in their backyard, little did they know, they were being watched. They were also swimming and tanning. There was John Stewart, the father, who was grilling and soaking in some sun with his wife, Tammie Stewart
The title of this story is really Lights Out, but that's not very attention-getting for this site, is it? ;) Hope you enjoy it
Last week turned out a lot better than I would have have expected with my girl friend, she had tricked me into going to a swingers club with her, and by the end of the night had been fucked by 4 guys, all dropping their cum in her pussy, more than once too



More Continuing Explorations For the next month after that first time with Ryan we hung out a lot more. He was still dating someone and I was in the closet, but we enjoyed each other’s company and remained friends



Sara’s Revenge Fuck part 2 “Hey, Don,” Ken called out, as he came through the door, “Sara’s out here, she wants to talk to you
Please read parts 1 and 2 first….. It’s Not A Handicap part 3 Chris’ dress was strapless, which made it so easy to remove. I slid the lower part upward, as I rolled her onto her stomach. God, what a fine ass this young woman has
The Devil's Pact Copyright 2013 The Devil's Pact Side Story: Mark and Mary Eat at Subway Note: This takes place in Chapter 17 while Mark and Mary have lunch after recruiting Willow. After Mary's OB/GYN appointment with Dr



From the Diary of a very Happy and Fortunate man. "There is no way I'm letting that monstrosity inside me, I'll masturbate him, I may try and fellate him, but I will not fuck him, I think I'll keep my hymen thank you." "Ah well, we have 10 days to sort that out
Part 3 I clearly remember a day when Steve walked in and started having a conversation with Matt. I was on my knees at the time, sucking his cock and tugging on mine of course



“So, the earthquake… made the two of you have sex?” Mom asked. “And that’s what made you guys accept what happened?” Emma took my hand. I looked into her eyes and she smiled. Emma and I both knew that we had to let our mother know about our relationship



So there i was with the door opened to my little booth me sitting in a metal folding chair naked with cum and spit running down my little tight body. My boyfriend behind me as he watches the six guys in the hallway holding the door open
On our way out, I glanced down to see my dick pointing ahead right at Bob's ass, like an arrow whizzing towards the bullseye