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By Hana M Brimeck I follow the four down to their lair. Huh, doesn't sink as bad as I thought it would, considering we're in a sewer. As we draw near I pick up the scent of incense, the sandalwood was a much needed relief to the senses. “Before we go in..
I was 15 and she was 13. It started in December on her 13th birthday. I’m her cousin, and we live pretty far away. I only get to see her once or twice a month. We are very close though. She invited all of her close friends, and me



Oh So Friendly Part 2 I left home to attend Texas A&M and study animal husbandry and business administration. I enrolled in those courses by chance. My original choice was to get a liberal arts degree just so I could say I had a college degree. Then I met a young woman named Colleen



Sorry for any typos. Enjoy! Chapter 3 The day was warm and sunny as usual, with the sun retaining its power and prestige even as rush over was brought through its daily birth
It had been 11years since my parents had divorced. My mom, whom I lived with was going thru some financial difficulties and had to post adds about a room for rent in our house


As I walked out across the parking lot to my route home, I saw four others, Danny a trumpeter, Vicky a petite black haired sax player, Clunk another drummer like me (his real name is George) and Al, a tubist. They were getting into Clunks beat up old Chrysler (hence his name)



Joe and Kelly (the nutty nurse) had become attached to each other after their accidental getting together where he had to hold her captive for the duration of a drugs deal that went more than pear shaped
When we were kids growing up,my litle sister and I played together all the time. I was seven and she was five.Lisa was cute and I adoredher.We always saw each other nude and ran around the house naked.We took baths together and felt each others body



Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction and fantasy. Any resemblance to real persons, places, or events are coincidental. This story is not intended to be an accurate reflection of any particular lifestyle. Night 3 I woke up with Slut snuggled up against me



I hadn't had a case in a week and the whiskey bottle was gettin' low



Author’s note: This is an interracial porn story. There’s a plot, but not an overly complex one. If you aren’t a fan of white girl/black guy(s), then it may be a good idea if you read something else, maybe in a different category



Yesterday i told bena, my submissive, very beautiful brown tanned, brown haired and 32 A perky titted girlfriend, that we are gonna make a little trip to the city mall



everyone turned their eyes to the smaller boy of the group Kent, a conversation filled with the experience and closely kept fantasies of sex dying down to nothing, despite Kent’s grumpy personality and lack of interest in… anything he was the one with the highest body count being he was a sex worker



People think when they are traveling if they want a good meal then stop where they see truck drivers stop.Well that is just a myth, yes the food might be good but it is really about the waitresses . As a tractor trailer driver my self I spent many hours alone on the road



The Chauffeur (#36) The FBI BY PABLO DIABLO Copyright 2019 CHAPTER 1 As we all woke the next morning, the agent in charge assured us that there were no issues throughout the night. He let me know that the FBI was reducing the number of agents by half starting today