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Fbailey story number 601 Mom’s Internet Buddy Mom asked, “Honey can you give me a hand? My Internet friend wants a picture of me but I don’t know how to send him one.” I asked, “Do you have any on your computer?” Mom replied, “I don’t know



After a wide range of experiences as a gigolo, I developed a preference for a certain type of client: elegant, sophisticated women aged around forty five years old, with bodies anywhere between size ten to fourteen and not overweight. They were often a long way from home on business


“Loooosseerrrr” My world came crashing down on top of me, my chest tightened and a black void was closing in around me. I was stood in the middle of my high school corridor, I had just done the unthinkable and asked Vanessa “the heartbreaker” Pollock out to prom



The second I woke up, I knew something was wrong. I felt well rested and the air smelled faintly of the sweetly scented shampoo I had used the night before. My head lay against the pillow on Riley's bed, and his covers wrapped around my body. The sheets were warm and welcoming



Harry Potter groaned as he reached beneath the covers for the second time that night, For the past few weeks since he had gotten back from Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, he had been unbearably horny



Fbailey story number 511 My Sister Can Drive The day my sister Kitty turned sixteen she got her Learner’s Permit and took her written test along with her road test and got her license. The people at the Department of Motor Vehicles were impressed



Author's note: This story is fictional. All the names have been changed to avoid any similarity there could be with real events



The Devil's Pact, Tales from the Best Buy Incident edited by Master Ken Copyright 2013, 2014 The Number One Rule of Retail Chapter Three: My Girlfriend is a Whore Visit my blog at www.mypenname3000.com


My Japanese Love Part 4: A Surprise for AJ I couldn’t stop thinking about it. Had Akira just watch me fuck her sister to the point she passed out and stood there fingering herself? I felt really embarrassed by that fact
ear old sister bust into my room, my back was to her and before I could turn around she blurted out “Do you want to have sex with me?” As I turned around all I could managed to say was “WHAT?” Mia was standing there, her hands on her hips said “Do you want to fuck me?” “Hell yes” I answered



I heard her scream as I pulled into a truck stop and saw her come running around a corner, she was a little under 5'3" with light brown hair, full, perky tits, and firm round ass
Maureen was a very pretty woman. She was Asian/Hispanic, in her early twenties, size zero, five foot five inches tall, long, past shoulder length black hair, 32B tits, and fantastic legs. She was a technician at a major electronics company and was angling for an engineering position
Chapter 1 Adam stared out of the large waiting room window. His eyes watching a woman talk with a horse in the pasture about 10 yards away. She was running her hand up and down his large head, smiling at him, not feeding him anything. Adam found it odd



Foreword. It is a sad fact of life that many of our teenage children come off the tracks



It started with an ad. "Dominant mistress seeking submissive slave to dominate and train over text." Or something of that nature I had posted it online, in a 'personals' section of a sexual website. I also posted my number, and got many replies