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Riding Trial Chapter Two Michelle woke and found she was sore from the prior nights activity with James Talbot the sucessful rich bastard she knew as Jimmy. She tried to pull herself from the funk of what had transpired



tits a bible butt married to Tom Tom white married to Maria 5’10, balding, chubby with a 5' dick ------------------ My wife of two years, Rosa is always planning something under my nose
Outside the inn in which Rh’aan was staying, thunder and lightning waged steady war alongside the furious rainfall, driven before winds that howled like a banshee spirit upon the moors. Yes, just like that of a banshee indeed
One of the most memorable one on one sexual experiences I had happened the summer before I left for my freshman year of college. I was being a lazy teenager and being a bum before having to start working for a living



Janice Baker was under the kitchen sink, on her back, putting together a plumbing connection that had come apart. She heard a voice say “Hi” and was puzzled but not yet frightened. She put the wrench down and slid out. Erik was standing there



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



Jeff started to give Debbie a raft of shit about cheating on him, and being a dirty cocksucker until Gail revealed herself standing by the door in a white terry cloth hotel bathrobe
She had a classic face, perfect shape, flawless skin and the most beautiful eyes ever. She knew how to wear makeup perfect. She was young, around 18, slim built, about 5’ something, medium/small tits, and didn’t bother to wear a bra. I was 26 and I wanted to fuck her so bad



After a few more minutes Viktor came over to her and helped her off of Dwayne and the sofa. Everyone watched in shock as Viktor walked and guided Holly to an unmarked door



Of course, getting regularly showered with my head-teacher's jizz didn’t stop my other sexual activities. I was having far too much fun. I cast my net far and wide, finding eager partners of both genders to discreetly share erotic experiences with



* * * * * Author's Note: In my story, "Freddy in the Bathroom: Virginity Rubbed Away," I already told this entire story from my point-of-view, as one of the two people who actually lived this unique and unexpected event



Hey, it may be an idea to read Confessions from Mac the Flasher – A Serial Public Masturbator (2) first as there are numerous references to that chapter in this one. Just so you are not too confused about what ahs happened before
fluky dogs| Part 02: Escape Form The Sewers| by Mogrim [Chapter 1] As the footstep grew louder, the three friends panicked. If he is a cop, who surely he is, he’d have a gun, and all they have is a replica gun. If they try to use it, the cop will fire at them



Zero to ten happened real fast. My wife was pregnant, had cancer and I was a damn P.E teacher part time at a junior high school. In a word, my life was shit, and it was only getting shittier by the day. Jessica, my beautiful wife had opted out of chemo



Okay we all know the spiel, If you don't like that type of thing then why did you click it. This story contains elements that are not suited for idiots or Fred Phelps Sr. Okay now is the whole spiel about "this is my first story"