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I can’t tell you how good it felt receiving that picture message. My heart practically stopped as I saw her tanned perky tits standing at attention with her mouth open a bit and her eyes dazed and lusty. It was obvious the slut was in heat
Rob couldn't believe his luck, or that such a proposition was true. A beautiful woman asking HIM for HIS number? At 26, he was your average guy. 5'11, 190lbs, short brown hair, hazel eyes, with an average build, and an average 6" cock
Journal entry number 6437. Month is JulyI think. Date ishell I don't know. Tuesday…yeah Tuesday. Year 2579, My life is chaotic still. I've survived another call up to the Arena. No thanks to the damn fool who they put in my cell. Some kid named Jack Bulkins



Hi. I'm Kayla, and I'm 17 years old. My daily routine consists of eating, bathing, going to school, "learning," driving home, eating, computer, bed. I have no life. I guess it's because I just transfered here about three months ago and I haven't really made any friends yet
Hello, everyone. It's been a while, hasn't it? Well, I'm back and I bring tidings of a new story. But first, let me talk a little about the old one. "Take it Easy" was an experiment. One to test both what kinds of things would work in a story and how people would respond to them



The evening started with a great dinner at a modest restaurant over looking a small lake with a mountain range in the back ground. Dinner began with a cocktail and shrimp appetizer. Our main course was perfectly prepared as was our dessert



Follows on from story: James Bob and Abdul James went to school the following day as normal. He arrived to his form room. Nobody looked at him, nobody said anything about him as far as he knew. He sat down in his usual seat



Chapter 2 - In For A Penny, In For A Pound DISCLAIMER: I do not own any of the movies in the Cabin Fever franchise, nor any of the characters in it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story. Marcy was patient. She had nowhere better to be, after all



It all started a few years ago.. with this wonderful ecconomy we live in.its more about dollors and cents then the person or people that are part of the engine to make the wheels turnI worked sense the day i graduated from high school



As we walk into the lobby I can’t help but notice how her hair flows down her back to the top of her hips. Her hips bounce from side to side with every step, and if you don’t watch yourself, it can be mesmerizing
The mysterious black robed figure waved his fingers through the air. The girls could not resist his power and knelt on the floor before him, their arms behind their backs, their heads up in the air, and their bodies presented to him



She was still light-headed as she awoke enough to feel herself fall backwards. But she never hit the ground. She felt several hands on her body holding her up. And then she felt herself being lifted up, her body swaying gently in their firm grip



When Karen got out of bed that Monday morning she wasn’t to know that by evening she would have been hit by two ‘whammies’ that were going to shatter her and eventually open a new chapter in her existence, in other words point her towards a ‘new agenda’



After the evening’s festivities, the sisters decided it was time for bed. Christina walked back into her room, her belly still full of her sister’s cum, moving around with each step she took
This all happened a long time ago. I was at work and doing what I still get a lot of pleasure in doing. no! not that..