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I can feel her wetness as she slowly mounts my rigid manhood. Her back is to me and I see the redness of her auburn hair as her hips begin to gyrate luridly upon my staff



The Masseur This is a true story of a friend of mine, a golfing buddy. He’s several years younger than I am, but we get along well and share some tales. I’ll tell this from his side of the story, because it sounds better that way. He has read this and approves



I wish I could say I slept fitfully. The night had been utterly restless for me. After what I did to Molly, or what we did together, or whatever I decided to think of it in the moment, I didn’t dare touch her in my sleep
Heather showered her self clean, then let the hot streams of water rinse away the dirt and dog cum before plugging the tub drain and switching the water to fill it. She added some Epsom salts to the water then sank into the tub for a long comfy soak



My name is Amy Cotter and this is what happened on my last day at school. I took a deep breath and looked at myself the mirror. On any other school day I'd be wearing a very different set of clothes



Info: The story came up to me while I was writing the next part of my "Jenny wants to be a slut"-stories. The characters of this storyline are mentioned in this story as well. May in one of the next parts, I will merge the storylines



Summer Romance I always called the old lady next door ‘grandma’ even though we were not actually related. My parents started it as a sign of respect. Then her granddaughter Brandi came to visit her for the entire summer. Brandi was fourteen years old, just like me
Chapter One The Beginning Here are some facts I should mention before I start. I am 6’3 190 pounds I have short brown hair blue eyes. I am an athletic build I am not ripped but I am still in shape. I come from a middle upper class family we are rich but not Bill Gates rich
James awoke early that morning, the first thing he did after he opened his eyes was look at the clock, 5AM. He shifted a little and noticed his sister lying next to him, facing him, her eyes were closed but she had a smile on her face. He realized he hadn't ever slept that well..
LSD- “ “Vega dresses like an overly emotional teenager- “ “His greatest achievement is getting blonde bimbos to fall for his tortured act- “ “A living breathing STD- “[/b] Steven stopped reading the quotes and looked up at her, “Laura, what the hell were you thinking?” Laura shrugged



My first story (http://stories.xnxx.com/story/33667/) didn't go so well so I got help for this one. Let me know what you think My mother Helen divorced my dad when I was 16 years old and I chose to live with her. I am now 17 and just graduated from high school
It was Friday, and I would actually be home for lunch, or so I thought. My only appointment ended early in the day. I have a tech support business, and my customer had persistent system freezes on his desktop



I slept in the next morning to make up for how exhausted Mom and Aunt Pam had made me the night before. When I came downstairs, they had already made breakfast, and Aunt Pam's bags were by the front door



The next morning I woke up somewhat sore but nothing compared to yesterday. I really didn’t even want to think about it. I felt so humiliated for crying like that. Brad has seen me cry only a few times but nothing like yesterday
I posted this multi-part story on another site some time ago, under a different name. it seemed to be popular. My name is Tim. I am not, nor have I ever been, married. I have never wanted to be married. I know and have known some very special women