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A warm weekend is here and you want to get some peace and quiet and maybe work on a tan. There a little known spot not far away – perfect for camping and sunning. Your special friend was out there and left his tent set up for you to use



So, Dee came home from the weekend at Dottie’s, she looked like she had a good time. I asked her”Did you have fun?”,all she would say was “It was different



It's 1 AM. You have had a couple of drinks at the bar in the hotel. A beautiful woman, has been eyeing you for a while now at first, you thought you were mistaken apparently not, as she is walking towards you right now swaying her hips



After the birth of my new baby sister, life at home had not really been a life at all. By the time I was sixteen years old, I decided I wanted to run away from home. I was having trouble living my own life at home and no one really paid attention to me anymore



Gal Gadots agent contacted her to inform her of a scheduled talk he had set up with a 9th grade class. Gal pulled up outside a high school early saturday morning. Getting out of her car she observed students walking into the building entering the school she went to the auditorium



i took some of her nude pics and went out for searching potential gangbangers. it was fairly easy considering we lived in a place close to teh red light area, as soon as i wandered inside the lane, i saw a group of 5 black men checking out the models like perverts



This story is a fabrication of my imagination. I welcome any comments and request you vote. Julie lay in bed, she was tied spread eagle and naked. She was gagged, blindfolded and had a headset covering her ears. Her mistress had placed clips on her nipples and labia



This is about a different society. Travis was a 19 year-old college student from Ohio, at 6"2 with broad shoulders, and a thatch of dark hair on his head, blue eyes and monster cock, he felt he was a pretty good catch



Franklin Branson, or Frank, as he was known to his friends, was a very ordinary man. He was average in every sense of the word. A typical suburbanite, if ever there was one



She walked along a roadway; her car had broken down and she was going to get help, she had forgotten her cell phone back at her house. She wore a black mini skirt, a light pink short sleeved blouse, and navy blue flip-flops



Isabella and Alex each could hardly keep a straight face over dinner at a restaurant and family time in the hotel lounge area. They both kept blushing every time they looked at each other. Everyone was concerned but not really suspicious



I called Tammy that afternoon to give her instructions on how she was to dress for the night and to let her know that I would be arriving at 8 sharp. I then made reservations at a local restaurant and picked up a few things for the evening



PART 1 I have to say; I'm a pretty lucky bloke. My parents are very well off, to the point where my brother and I both have our own houses on the central family estate. I had only turned eighteen a couple of months ago, and my brother just turned twenty-two



Frank Delgado pushed the door to the guest room open
MY LITTLE HITCHHIKER Part 1 I was slowly driving in the center of town — the traffic was always dense at this time of the day