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Writers Notes: Hey all due to a hand injury my writing will be a little slowed down. I am not going to stop writing just going to take my time. Also working on a second story which there is no connection to this or my other two stories
Karate Master by Tom Cup Copyright 2001 - 2004 by the Paratwa Partnership: A Colorado Corporation. All rights reserved



Heather had seen several husbands come and go from her mother Priscilla’s life. Priscilla’s problem was she came from a very wealthy family and was absolutely gorgeous, so men were sometimes attracted to her just for her money and her looks
After my Sociology class, I decided to call Ryan back and ask if he wanted to grab lunch. “Hey, you got my message?” “Yeah, I did, you wanna grab lunch?” “Sure, see you soon.” Ryan seemed sort of anxious and nervous on the phone
My wife Dana had been there for me every step of the way as I went through my rehab sessions. We were only six months into our marriage when I fell from a scaffold on my job site. One of the doctors told me that I had a five percent chance of ever walking again



I work in an elderly assistant living facility, A.K.A a home. My official title is the assistant manager, but what I really do is go around to the residents and make sure they are happy and have everything they need



, but horny, I knew Grant had most likely started to fuck her because of his morning woody, and was warming her up for the days fun, so I pulled Liz into the shower, soaped her up a bit, then I got her to kneel down, and saw Grant with cock in hand, I said how would you like some more water over you
Part One "Do you love me?" Vey asked, absently running a finger over the pale curve of Zei's bare buttock. "Yes. I love you." Vey put a hand on her neck and looked at him sideways. "You're getting better at that," Vey smirked. "You didn't even flinch that time



he Ex-Wife and Step-Daughter! Chapter 1 As I felt the thick head of my cock pop into the virginal asshole of my ex-wife's eighteen year old daughter, eliciting a muted scream as her face was forced deeper into her mom's pussy, I paused to think about how I managed to get into this position



CHAPTER 13 The time after the party returned to a semblance of normality. The only obvious difference was that I got a lot more waves of hello from the neighbors when I drove by



First a little about me. I really enjoy getting a massage. I love the anticipation, wondering if she is going to jack me off at the end of the massage. Most of the time I can tell by the ad if the massage comes with a happy ending



Jameson High Introduction: Hello, my name is Adilene (just call me Adi), I’m a 5’6” brunette of athletic build with a firm butt and large 54 E-cup breasts. I attend Jenna Jameson Sex Academy here in the year 2035



This story does not reflect the attitudes or characters in the Harry Potter series, or have any affiliation with the author
HONEY ON THE FARM I was a little annoyed to receive a routine email from the local agricultural society of which I’m a member and notice that the sender had failed to use the BCC feature so there was my personal email address openly broadcast to all 150 members



Previously This story was set in 1996 when I was just 19 years old. It is about an incredible (fictional) sexual encounter I had with an 18 year old girl at the time. It is a continuation of the story 'My friend's 43y/o kinky mother part 2.' It is not necessary to read part 1 at all