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As I returned to my office at 12:30 on the dot, I noticed that all of the upper management staff had taken off for the rest of the day, to get a headstart on the 3 day holiday weekend ahead of us



Have you ever heard the story of the ugly duckling? The one that is bullied around by the other kids because it is different or ugly but in the end turns into a beautiful swan? Yeah I guess that’s me in some way



of means! It was now about 10:00 pm in the evening as she obediently with the lead ball in her hands started off in the direction of the girls dorms once in the open she hurried along as best she could lugging the lead ball



U really look like da fool. Watch who u callin a fool, Half-dolllar ain’t no fool. Man dat White Bitch made U look lik won, dats fo sho. Everyon talk about da video at da race, she turned away from U when U tried to kiss her. Fuck dat, NO Hole gonna do dat, NO



An old story wriiten by Norma Egan I wanted to share. It starts off with incest but later on the themes change. DADDY'S SLUT GIRL by Norma Egan FOREWORD The runaway girl -- a label for thousands of girls in a hundred cities who have left home for one reason -- unhappiness
Mike and Keisha are good friends of ours, they live across the street. Linda, my wife and I talked about taking a trip to Vegas and we asked Mike and Keisha if they wanted to go along. They were all excited to go since they have never been to Vegas



I was just taking the brownies out of the oven that I had made for my son, Kyle, when I heard a knock at the door. This caught me by surprise, since we get so few visitors to the house. This is due to the fact that the entire neighborhood is terrified by my husband



Please vote up and comment! Chapter 9 As the middle of the night approached (though there was no way to tell time in the subterranean city) Baltoh was sitting against the headboard of the hotel bed with Selene straddling his left thigh and Molly straddling his right



The Rakshasa's Heart Chapter Two: Knife Play By mypenname3000 Copyright 2017 Princess Malakisha – Ankush, The Queendom of Naith The chain hurtled at me, a gray-black blur. My rakshasa's instincts snarled through me. My body sprang to the right



Harry Potter and the Spellbook of Desires Chapter Four – Slumber Party Disclaimer: This story does not reflect the attitudes or characters in the Harry Potter series, nor does it have any affiliation with its author



My husband Tony was out of town for a few days on business and I needed a tool from his workroom. While digging through one of the tool drawers I found a small, portable hard drive



First I want to preface this story by saying that this is absolutely true, this is my real first encounter with a guy
Very quickly I became addicted to shoving my dick up her ass and cunt will passed out drunk.to the point where I liked fucking her this way at my disposal rather then when awake.. Actually I would let her suck my cock and lick my balls then I'd lick her cunt and fuck her



Have you ever given the thought of how your first time would be? During my early teen years I really didn't give it much thought because I simply thought I was going to die a virgin. Mainly since both of my parents were in the military and that left us moving every 2 years



(This is a spinoff from Mother's Submission. It takes place directly after Chapter 9.) Monica Lewis couldn't believe how the day had turned out. She'd run into Alex Morgan at the farmer's market and had gone together to cheer up his mother, Alicia