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Fbailey story number 669 The Night Mom Got Drunk For most of my life Mom and Dad had taken me to dinner at their favorite bar, Porky’s. No one ever cared that I was just a kid at the time. Then as with most people I got older as time went on
After starting a new job in Chicago, I immediately became aware of one of my new team members. She was a beautiful young lady in her mid-20’s with wonderful flowing brown hair with incredibly sexy brown eyes. Leah was her name



Lily changed my life forever. She wasn’t all that important to me at first. We were supposed to be fuck buddies and nothing more. It started my senior year of college. I met Lily on the first day of classes. Our dorm building was assigned different genders to each level
Dear Readers, I hope you enjoy this piece. If you like it, please check out my other works. You know, dear reader, Dakota learned in her tax class, the IRS code is broken into sections, which are similar to chapters in a book



Harry Potter and the Spellbook of Desires Chapter Thirty-Nine – Calendar Completed Disclaimer: This story does not reflect the attitudes or characters in the Harry Potter series, nor does it have any affiliation with its author



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10:00 pm So there we both were on the London Underground; our faces luridly painted, our bodies clad in black satin and lace, in leather and tartan, in silver and steel. I had never looked like that in my life but since having met Tamsin, my life had changed
Lisa and Jace could be just two normal people if you saw them walking down the street. You would just see two friends walking down the street, laughing and joking around. What you would not see is the burning passion in their minds
After my afternoon delight with Brooke, I knew I had to see her again. A week went by and she invited me over after she got off work. Arriving at her house in the evening, I notice she is home alone



We put the key in the door and unlock what is going to be our room for the next 24 hours. I pass you your bag, you thank me and your eyes linger, staring into mine a little longer and deeper than normal, you get a smirk out of me as I look right back at you
My sister Amber and I are in high school and for most of our lives we have been weaned by our father with WWE (World Wrestling Entertainment). When we were younger we use to horse around and pretend to lock arms and try to pin the other person
Fbailey story number 508 NOTE: This is fiction. I have a lot respect for the Cub Scouts, Boy Scouts, and the Girl Scouts. Their leaders are wonderful and give of themselves to help our young people grow up properly. Remember this is fiction
You are walking on beach when you see me sitting by myself, looking sad and staring out at the water. You walk over by me and say hello. I look up and say hello back. You say that a beautiful lady should not be sitting by herself, looking sad and ask where my husband is at



Author's Note: This is the final Policewomen story. This is Cindy's third story in the series. She's a woman unable to orgasm. You don't have to read her first two stories - where she tries women, then black men - but this one is her final attempt to cum
Dear Reader, I’ve been going back through my earlier stores and making corrections or adding verbiage. This story was originally two separate tales, I have modified it to a two-part narrative