Anal - Page 79



We sat in Cole’s garage, smoking a giant blunt. Me, Sarah, Cole, Chris, Salem, Samm, and Tyler. We all sold drugs. Last year, We all worked at a coffee shop called, “the magic bean”. It was owned by a guy called Mr. J. as it turned out he was a big dealer


Young Lee Clark and the MILF ‘Knock…knock…knock’. Melanie put her book down and answered the front door. “Hi…Mrs


It was a typical Saturday afternoon. My parents were out of the house and my brother was with a friend, I knew everyone was going to be gone so I planed on crossdressing all day. I started going to my sisters old room where she left the clothes she didn’t bring to college
= = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = Chapter 20 = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = Cops, Confrontations, and Coworkers I waste no time in getting to my feet, but my balance is off and I tip over, landing hard on the carpeted floor



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Man Of The House I was only fourteen years old when my father died in an automobile accident. My grandfather took me aside and told me that I was the man of the house now. I had no idea what that involved. I told him that I would do my best and he smiled at me
Day Eight I woke up in my own bed the next morning, my mouth dry and thirsty. I stretched and went into the bathroom for my morning pee. As I wiped myself I winced, my pussy was sore and hurting from the all day fuckathon Daddy had treated me to
My Sister's Habit It was Friday night, about three o'clock. My sister Deanne had come home a minute ago, blind drunk again, as she often did lately. Right now, she was stumbling up the stairs in a fruitless attempt to make as little noise as possible to avoid waking up our parents
When I arrived home i was surprised to see her car in my drive. Her husband is off this week for vacation and she was going to spend it with him. She meet me at the door with a kiss and grab my ass and winked turned and moved away. AS she turns she flashes her bra less chest



PB-347 DONKEY-LOVING SCHOOLGIRL by Frank Brown CHAPTER ONE Denise Chapman found a seat at the rear of the bus, in the very back row. She was thankful that the bus wouldn't be crowded
Angela, who was driving down the nearly abandoned desert road looked at herself in the rearview mirror. She was getting the glitter from her face. She had just got off work and was very tired. Mainly from gyrateing her hips in mens faces the whole day



Part 2 – Make sure you read part one first as this continues where the first left off. After deciding to stay overnight, I picked myself off the floor and sat next to Andy on his couch, still in a haze of orgasmic bliss
Chapter 8 Welcome back to another episode of Case Study 301: I become a seductress Once again this is a story that has themes in which the characters go back to their childhood and reveal the myriad of sexual exploits that happened to them
it was a summer day just like any other when mary kate was outside in her pool. her parents were away at their sons lacrosse game



Dedicated to Cat You wake up to find yourself alone in the house. Your husband has already left for work despite the early hour. He’ll be home much later, because his boss demands unreasonable hours