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I lazily wake knowing that it is Saturday and then smile because I know that Kendra spent the night last night. I roll to my side to find her beautiful face still peacefully sleeping. She has a few locks of hair that has fallen across her face



“Alright, the first step to solving this mystery has to be figuring out exactly what’s going on. I’m gonna need a sperm sample.” Mei had taken Milo to her office; it was after hours and the clinic wasn’t 24/7 so they’d have some privacy



This is my entry in the May 2012 Calling All Writers event
My boyfriend Jake wants to trophy-fuck my friend Donna So my guy says he wants to fuck my friend Donna who is a slag. I had introduced him to Donna and her boyfriend Mike as we used to hang around together
We gathered up our scattered clothes and went into the house to get something to eat after our exertions. As I followed Esme I admired her long neck, the suppleness of her smoothly curving back, and the fullness of her buttocks



Kathleen (Kate) Houlihan was born and raised in a small town in Eastern Arkansas. She never went further than the 8th grade in school. She was born in the early 1900s. A time when it was believed that the woman’s place was in the home, taking care of babies



We laid there for a few minutes, till Peg recovers and gives me a kiss, "would you like some breakfast?" She asked me. "Of course," I said as my stomach growled. After I ate, I went back into her bedroom and got dress. Wendy was still sound asleep in the bed
I stood there, drooling over this man, imagining what his cock would taste like and hoping I'd get the chance to find out when I realized he was talking to me. I smiled and asked him what he'd said
Fbailey story number 464 Brothers and Sisters My wife and I were married for two years when my sister married her brother on our anniversary date. We seemed to share everything. Our birthdays were all in March too



Part 3, House Hunting After I left the shower too, I dried off and walked into the bedroom. There was Leia changing nappies in the nude. Her 34A breasts were hanging down, swinging free. I lay on the bed next to the boys



- This isn't my story, however I enjoyed it so much I wanted to share it. It has 24 chapters and you can find it on storiesonline. The First 2 chapters did not have any mind control, however I the theme is relevent to the remaining chapters. I hope you enjoy the story



I was sitting in my bedroom late Friday night, listening to the title track from Digital Underground’s Sex Packets album, when my thoughts started to drift away into lasciviousness
This is a true story, from back when I was a teenaged slut. Hey what can I say, it was the 80's and I liked to screw
Who Says you can’t go Home Part 1, 2 and 3 So this story is 3 parts, and is rather long. It has plenty of sex in it too. One thing that has always amazed me about this site is the amount of bondage and controlling of women you guys seem to like
Please read PART 1 to catch up otherwise you will not understand what is happening or why. Neither will you know who is who