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AUTHOR'S Warning: This chapter introduces a sex scene unlike any other in the TSS world that I have created. Some of you may find it disturbing, due to the incest. I'll warn you now, this WILL NOT be a major theme in this book



Oh yeah mom suck it Mark exclaimed Joyce was deepthroating the 10.5 wang down to the base it was a Tuesday afternoon & 19 year old Mark Evans was in ecstasy as his stepfather Bill filmed the xxx taboo festivities on Joyce's cellphone for posterity



DISCLAIMER: I'D ADVISE READING CHAPTER ONE-TWO AHEAD OF THIS. Chapter 3 Outside I felt the hot sun caress my face as I stepped out onto the public street. Looking back, I could see my Mother's slightly bruised face disappearing behind the door to my house


In the steamy shower, under the hot water, a hand grabs your speedo clad ass and pushes you against the cold tile wall. You can't see who it is on account of the steam and they surprised you! You can tell that He is big, in more ways than one and strong



Molly walked through the door after a long day at school. Brian wasn’t sitting in his chair. She walked upstairs. It was odd- ever day since her mother had been kicked out three months back. She missed her mother but preferred to live with Brian



Bobby and I showered quickly and made ready for the bright spot of the day, dinner. The cook, as usual, was Uncle Bobby new wife, Carney. Carney was a 35 year old, 5 foot 8 inch hottie



Jerry and Mike were enjoying their beers and a couple rips from the bong while they watched Jackie on the monitor struggling down stairs. To the two rapists it was freaking hilarious



Daniel Hunter awoke early the next morning, feeling better than he had in days. It felt so good to finally relieve the sexual frustration that had been building within himself, especially in his teenage daughter's cunt



Copyright 2018 by the author. All rights reserved. Hell House By Randy MacAnus As I sat checking my monitor wall, I said to myself, "It's good to be rich



He went through the motions Monday, his first class being potions. From all his independent study he didn’t need to look at the instructions when snape put them up on the board



The Elder Scrolls I : Rise of the Sword-Runners Arngeirr was crouching close to the forest floor as he skulked along the trail, stalking his prey. His hands were dirty, mud and moss clung to his Banded Iron Armour, his long golden blonde hair hung over his face, damp with sweat



When I was 17, my dad's friend hooked me up with a summer job at his office. I was the office "go-for". Basically, I was told to "go for" coffee, "go for" take-out, "go for" whatever menial task they asked me to do



Once happened by accident. I had a shower and I went to my room with my body wrapped in a towel. With my shoulders towards the window I took off the towel and put on my panties and my bra. Then I was searching for my trousers, when I saw the neighbor staring at me from the garden
Антон был дома в выходной день за игровой приставкой. Рая ушла к подругам и будет только вечером. Неожиданно кто-то позвонил в звонок. — Кого это там принесло. - подумал он. Открыв дверь Антон обомлел. Перед ним стояла темнокожая девушка лет 30. — Эээ Здравствуйте. - Антон не мог даже найти слов. — А что вы тут делаете? - удивлённо сказала она — Живу. — А Рая где? — А вы кто ей? — Я её



Teachers: Mr Norman Prologue This story is based partly on fact. It is based in the 60’s when teachers were entrusted implicitly with the welfare and education of there pupils and even looked up to by parents as people of authority