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On April 15,2005 I became the person I've always wanted to be. I had just arrived at my parents house for dinner and decided it was the right time to tell them. As you can imagine coming out of the closet on your sister's birthday can be a party crasher

This is the continuation of a multi-part story involving the domination of Stacy the Asian pharmacist. I have also posted a picture of her in the "How to post pics" thread in the forum, so readers can have a visual reference as to what Stacy looks like..

I couldn't believe what I was seeing. Sweet innocent Heather, well not so innocent it would seem. "What are you thinking?" I ask Heather, "and you?" I glare at Mr Edwards. "You saw nothing here Josh!" He tried to tell me off, with a serious look on my face

My girl and I were sleeping on an air mattress in Karen's livingroom, visiting the large city where she lived. I woke up in the middle of the night, slightly uncomfortable and thinking of the short, bubbly asian girl sleeping upstairs

The next morning Mya woke up me up early, too early for how late we had stayed up. She wants to know if I want to get a cab to get my car and take her home or if she should get one and just head home. I better just get my car now so I tell her to get a cab for us

Jennifer was walking with her friends in the mall, and she was making jokes for her friends’ amusement. Young teenage guys walked by her and gave her nods, or winks, flirting with her. She enjoyed the attention. One guy gestured for her to come over

--So how are you feeling? -- +Nervous. I can hardly sleep at night+ --Have you seen a dress yet? -- +Funny, you should mention that. Picked it up this morning+ --Tell us! Tell us! What is it like? -- +Well its white…+ --Most wedding dresses are, silly

own the long driveway to the front security gate, held closed by an electric actuated arm mechanism, triggered open by an electronic signal from the front of the Badmobile’s grill area, activated by the little button under the center console, pressed by the finger of the man Who designed it all

Oh my God! I could barely believe what I just saw. I’m not going to lie because it was super-hot and next thing I knew I was jacking off to a cold shower

Another dreadfully long minute passed as I stared at the clock in the changing room. Being in my line of work, the working hours were from late at night to early in the morning. I was waiting for the clock to hit 5am for the shift to end

i m Kumar a lover of boobs & mil.my 1st experience with my teacher is telling here this incident is happened just a month before her name is Sindhu.it was a awesome experience with her

Chapter 1: It had been two weeks since Jessica’s and Heather’s first bathroom fun. These days Heather brought some carrots for use everyday, but Jessica soon got bored of this. So she decided to bring something of her own

Taken (Chapter Four): Hannah, Carli, Lucia, Nicolette Six months went past. There were now seven girls in Karl’s basement. Dasha was eight months pregnant, her belly protruding in a firm round ball. Karl had stopped raping her for fear it would hurt the baby

Anna came down from her orgasmic high after about thirty seconds. She came hard after sucking on her son’s cock and playing with her own pussy, she had always found that giving head got her juices flowing and in this case it had made her soak the floor

FOREWORD: This story is set in Hong Kong about a bunch of Year 4 High Schoolers, but has been translated and roughed up for your viewing pleasure

It happened about two years ago. She was seventeen then and I had just turned twenty five. It’s not something I’m particularly proud of, in fact the mere thought of this secret getting out is very frightening because I come from a very conservative family

Naomi groaned as she tried to lift the case of Jack Daniels and make it up the steep stairs from the basement to the bar. She'd been working at the nightclub for about two weeks and nothing she seemed to do made her boss happy

The Beauty Of Japan: who is she? Waking up next to Mizuhashi once again i start to feel even better about being a mistress. Its not about the sex. It's about being in control and having the power to force someone into doing anything you desire

icturesk village of launchton, or what the locals call it dairylee lunchables Honestly that has to be the worst lunch anyone can give their children The village was a type of village that every body knew each other and as soon as a new car rolled through the old people grimaced at the sight of it

‘You wan’ go Boom Boom?’ he yelled back, sticking a finger through the circle he’d made with the thumb and fore finger of the other hand. ‘Yes, Boom Boom