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Birds of a Feather, Chapter 10 (Good News and the group grows larger) All of us except Al and Helga moved over to the large tables near the pool. Al and Helga went into the house and returned shortly with a couple bottles of wine, glasses and a tray of sandwiches

I’ll show you mine… My brother and I were very close growing up. We would spend a lot of time together. And when we grew curious about sex we learned from each other. Both of our parents worked and our older sister was always off doing something

I hope you enjoy the next installment on this story as I certainly have enjoyed writing it. If you like it please let me know, all comments are welcome, like or dislike. I want to hear from you so I can do a better job on the next one

This the story of my firsts sexual encounter with another guy. I was 19 years old at the time. I had had a girlfriend for some time by then and I identified as completely straight

CHAPTER ONE After a lifetime of work and saving my wife and I retired early to her home country in Central America nearly a decade ago. The reduced costs allowed us to live a comfortable life in the countryside

I am 51 and my wife is 47. We are both a little overweight yet still attractive. My wife has nice, firm tits and large nipples. We were spreading out the towels to lie on and I noticed 3 young men behind her enjoying the view of her ample round ass

It was one of my cousin sister’s marraige . so it was a family get together which meant 7 day long fun . From arrangement to management ..an awesome atmosphere of work and fun combined

My wife and I aren’t what you would call normal, or would we? I’m not entirely sure, we look normal on the outside, nice house, decent jobs, good neighborhood, not on drugs, social drinkers, and so on. We even look normal; I am 6ft tall with brown hair blue eyes and an average build

The Mind Control Device Chapter Nineteen: Breeding the Mind-Controlled Cuties By mypenname3000 Copyright 2020 Note: Thanks to WRC264 for beta reading this! Vivian Bailey “I'm not sure I want to be bred,” I told Mr. Michaels. We were in his classroom

This is the final installment in this series. It would be helpful to the reader to be familiar with the earlier chapters, particularly Part Four. PLEASE NOTE: These are completely fictional tales about a single father, his daughter, and her friends

I find myself swimming through a mist-filled lake suddenly…not really remembering how I got there, to this place of magic and mystery…green streamers of moss and old branches, writing the stories of their once beautiful blooming flowers on the warm, clear water

so I could pull my husband into my chest and fall back asleep but much to my dismay his side of the bed was empty with just a small pillow strategically placed to confuse me, it’s goal complete as I crack open tired lids to see what had replaced my lover followed by a small huff from the revelation

------------------ About the story : This is a story based on the rape of prostitute named Liz

It was good to be home. My place looked good, and helped me on my journey to renew my life. I made a list for the party tomorrow and drove to the shops. The party was going to be a bit of fun so I stocked up on alcohol and food for the BBQ

Every Friday evening I used to go to my local Asian massage parlor. It was nothing derogatory just relaxation and a good rub down after a weeks work. One particular Friday that all changed