Bi-sexual - Page 45
Tommy's parents had told him they were going out with their best friends this Saturday night. Tommy was okay with that because their 14 yr old son, Brett, was his best friend and he would be spending the night. He knew they would play video games and watch movies all night



Manning floated across the ground and back to the lights of the pavilion. There were still quite a few of both teams milling around as she strolled through the bar area. "Been busy?" Lydia enquired
I'm ashamed of myself but this is how it happened. Jenny and Bob were about the same age as me and lived in my neighborhood. They were on my paper route and would fight over who got to pay me when I was collecting. The were both retarded



The Adventures of Samantha Chapter 4: Caught Sorry about the previous post of this story which got posted twice. Copy/paste fail! it has been requested to be deleted and should be taken down soon



Chapter 24 --The Party & the After Party. I caught up to Eric out on the floor and made what I thought was a good suggestion. “Eric, you know most everyone here don’t you?” “Yes Dano I do. I brought many of my friends here in fact



One moment, Arla and Maya were watching their planet burn, and the next, they were sat in a large bath together, with two other girls with wings around them. One of the girls had pure white robes on, whilst the other had light blue trims on it. “What’s going on?” Arla asked
My girlfriend told Holy Shit’s boyfriend to strip and he reluctantly complied. As he pulled his pants off, his cock sprung out. It was about as big as mine, very hard and with shaved balls. My girlfriend dug through her bag, got a cockring and told him to put it on
My story begins, ironically, at the end of a chapter. After 7 years and another struggling year, my wife and I decided that it was best that we finally folded and got a divorce. Naturally, I think we were both hurting over our new reality and we both took to different things to cope



This is based on my own exxxperiences while touring the Mediterranean Sea aboard an aircraft carrier serving duty with an attack aircraft mechanic squadron as an E-2 petty officer and not quite 21 yrs old yet



“I am French and bilingual, though I have lived here for many years. I work as a psychologist and I like being licked and teased. And I am multi-orgasmic.” “I love an articulate lady who can define her tastes and preferences,” I smiled



"It's the bomb," Ximena babbled excitedly, untangling the cables to the headsets. Shelly wasn't so sure she agreed. Her life was connected enough, without spending extra time playing with weird electronics. The evening could have been spent on a date, or studying, or just relaxing



I wish I had a good reason or at least an excuse for why it took so long to finish this chapter, but I don't. I really can't understand it, and all I can do is tell you I'm trying to do better. I appreciate your patience



The following story is for the most part true but mainly fiction. All names have either been changed or are fictitious also. Most to all stories are partly true but have been greatly embellished to bolster the stories. However, no one portrayed in these stories is under the age of 18



Do I want to save this marriage Ch 8 I slowly slipped into consciousness. Bright sunlight shone in my face and I raised my hand to block it out until my eyes adjusted. Looking around me, I realized that I was back in my own hotel room



Tristen, My Daughter’s Friend (Chapter 2) Weeks had gone by since Jay had a little borderline fun with Tristen, his oldest daughter’s friend. She had spent the night with Anna and come downstairs to get some water when she discovered that Mr. Wells had been jerking off