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THE FESTIVAL My wife Mandy, my two daughters, Nikki and Gina, my son Jack and myself wandered around the festival seeing the sites. It was a pretty wild place, women flashing their tits for beads, some even their ass or pussy, guys showing their dicks

The Knight and the Acolyte Book Ten: The Flaming Woman Chapter Five: Rain By mypenname3000 Copyright 2017 Faoril – Asunow Princedom, The Princedoms of Zeutch The rain hammered my rain cloak, beating the oiled canvas. Water dripped off the peak, falling onto my saddle

It was the greatest night of our young lives. Our predetermined existences have finally come to a close, and we were all finally in the drivers seats of our own destinies. The first decisions most of us made were to celebrate in an alcohol-fueled frenzy. Not you, though

Caste Study 301: Now that’s what I call a COCK~tail dress: Chapter 17 Welcome back to another episode of Case Study 301. So, the last few chapters we’ve been dealing with Kristen Foster reliving a dark moment in her life eight years ago

The Prophecy Ch. 7 This is the continuation of the previous chapter, please read the previous chapters to fill in any blanks. I appreciate the feedback and apologize for previous and any future grammatical errors

The next morning laying there, next to each other. Our arms and legs intertwined, I awake to you next to me smiling. You release a big sigh, as you untangle yourself from me. As I am being no help, in letting you get up, we start to laugh, and kiss again

Part 11: "Don't think you'll be able to break me so easily," Betty scoffed. Her pride was admirable, considering her position. We were in Elise's guest room and I had Betty tied to the bed with a bandana covering her eyes

Poor Tabby looked stricken, she’d never seen me as affected by anything as I had been by my fear for her life after finding out one of her rapists was still at large. She asked me, “Jack, what’s wrong?” I realized I was being a poor leader in not showing her a confident front

Let me start with myself, My name is Will and I’m 32 years old. I live with my Wife and 2 kids. My Wife Kay is absolutely stunning and I honestly struck out when I met her

The Interracial Sexual Surrogate This is a continuing story about a poor childless young black couple that desperately wants a child and the wife is unable to conceive

I am Y from Delhi.. I am sharing my sexual experience with my cousin. Her name is Sonali.. She is 20 yrs old while I am 18.. She is a fucking hot babe with a figure of 36-28-36.. She has got nice melons When I saw her after a long time, I was 16

The Chauffeur (#35) Oh, the Tales We Weave BY PABLO DIABLO Copyright 2019 CHAPTER 1 When I woke up Monday morning following the Thanksgiving weekend, it dawned on me that we needed to get Maddie back home to Toronto

Alana walked quickly and furtively down the deserted, brooding street that was Spinner’s End. Breathing heavily with each step, she gazed over her shoulder repeatedly, convinced she was being watched

Author's Note: Fictional story of a VERY naughty wife and mommy. This isn't meant to taken as true events. It's a fictional story meant to entertain or even arouse. Are there women like Torrie in real life? Possibly. I wouldn't know for sure

I had known about Sue’s office escapades for several months now and still kept it a secret. I had seen Bill and Michelle several times and no one acted strange in any way, although I secretly had a massive desire to have sex with Michelle

I am still not sure how I get myself in to certain situations. I know that I have a very deviant side to me that lacks a moral compass. Maybe someday I will have to see someone about that. Being that it's summer and boating season is upon us, I am a much happier camper

The Swing By: PABLO DIABLO Copyright 2018 Victoria and I moved into a gated community very near to Disney World in the Orlando area several years ago. We moved here from the Midwest following my transfer due to a promotion at work

In Your Dreams “I had a dream about you last night” I looked up and across the table into her spectacle framed green eyes. “Really?” She had slightly, although somewhat pleasantly, surprised me with her declaration as she sat down to drink her coffee and light a cigarette

I was probably just turned 15,when i first started to notice simons friendliness towards me was becoming slightly more than i was comfortable with

I was screwed. In more ways than one of course, but screwed none the less. I glanced at the clock on Mom's bedside table, it was six-forty five which meant only one thing. Time to get up. I turned my head and looked at her, she was beautiful