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My mom took an apartment in a four-family house at the end of a sleepy suburban street that had seen better days. I was 9 going on 10 at the time but I didn't look that old. In fact, as many people took me for a girl as recognized that I was actually a boy



Michelle's Weekend Michelle hurried upstairs when she returned from work on Friday. Her mother was in the kitchen so she yelled a quick greeting, stripped out of her smelly clothes and jumped in the shower



So cold and wet, Emiru couldn’t help but wake up



After I read my mother’s diary she said she would try to arrange for my sister to have sex with my father. I decided to try to find out if it ever happened
Introduction -Mrs Marshall was dressed in a leopard skin thong bikini,spiked heels and a dog collar that read "cumslut" on it . She stood 5ft9 inches tall with a cropped brunette hairdo . She had long legs and 40dd tits (fake bought by her current 2nd husband )



Jordan slowly exited the room, stopping to gather up his shorts and put them back on. He then walked to the front room and plopped down on the couch. Thinking about what he had just experienced, and how amazing it was, not wanting to wait very long for more fun
My Daughter's phone (part 6) Kelly couldn't stop talking all the way home. She must have been excited. In fact she didn't even text anyone. “So whats been happening lately Kelly” I inquired? “What do you mean?” she quipped, while taking her phone out of her purse
Shelby loved the feeling of the wind in her hair. Flying down the highway, top down on her Mustang, not a worry in the world. She loved her car-it was a gift from her parents for her 18th birthday a few months ago. It was her dream carand she was named after it



Chapter 01 - First Tattoos and The Biker Bar Kerrie tugged at the bottom of her tiny white half-top, trying to keep it from riding up any higher than it had to. It was no use. Mark insisted she buy it two sizes too small and she was lucky it covered as much of her as it did



Whack! With another swing, the black belt came down hard upon Sarah's mother's fragile body. Sarah curled herself up into the corner of the bare, dark room and closed her eyes, wishing herself to not be there



Rahul and Sapna Ch. 2 :- Sapna takes a beating. Rahul has accepted his mother's gift; This is the beginning of the end for Sapna Disclaimer: This a work of complete fantasy set in another world. If that is not apparent to you, then you need urgent psychiatric help
SEX IN SCHOOL - PART TWO by - Anonymous In Part One I told you about my introduction to oral sex, which was the answer to my problem with mathematics



Step Daughters' Desire chapter 6 Chapter 5 ended with Sandra resting in a tub of hot water and bath oil. Her body sore from being beaten with a cane, flogger, leather paddle and a crop



This complete story revolves around a lot of sexual themes that may be offensive to some readers. I don't mean to offend anyone, so please read the themes and introductions before reading the chapters



This is a blog of sorts that I am writing to reflect on my life of service to my Queen. 5:00 AM. I wake up and shower off the night. I grab my phone and text my Queen. “Good Morning my Queen. I hope You find the day to Your liking. (I also include a pic of my morning wood for Her