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The Way it is Now ch9 As Philip drives through the area only semi familiar to Sarah. She takes the time to explore the functions of her new phone. She picks his up and dials herself from the number left on the paperwork


Wild Willie chapter 2 William Barnes was a menacing figure of six foot four inches standing up on the stage. He controlled the people in the gigantic tent much like a sheep dog controls his flock. ‘That’s right he thought, even Christ thought of his followers as sheep



Introduction: Captain'sPersonal Log Stardate 44302.9: ---------- We are currently en route to the former planet of galactic peace, Nimbus III. Lately though, something strange has been happening aboard the Enterprise
We were on the car ferry headed to the island. Since we had made this trip for years, we didn’t bother to go up to the observation deck to watch the scenery. My daughter Kaitlyn and I were going home after a long day at a girls’ soccer tournament
Here I am sitting on a plane heading to Chicago and then connecting to a commuter to Iowa. Why, I heading to see a friend (and occasional lover) for 2 nights. I’m not sure even if we are going to do anything so much has happened in the 4 years since we last saw each other
He Can Only Hurt You if You Invite Him In Sharon was still dressed in the cut-offs and t-shirt she wore while packing. She needed a shower, and quickly. She found her nightgown and was just heading for the bathroom, when there was a knock on the door



Fbailey story number 694 His Little Sister Billy was my best friend until he fucked my little sister. Well, a couple of weeks later it finally dawned on him so he told me that I could fuck his little sister


The Amish Incursion Pt 2 Once in the shower; Sarah shuffled over to the twins. They were just soaking in the hot water that was hitting them both from three sides. Lilly was overjoyed. Playing in the streams as if they were her own personal waterfall. Anna stood
Hi This is the second story I have put here with my husbands account. I have added one story before about the first time someone other than my husband fucked me. That was a long time before this story



Late Night Jog Two Lori endured another four hours of rape and tit abuse until she passed out again from the trauma of the evening and sheer physical abuse



Senior year in high school. (2001) Well after dating Christy for whole year thing seem to have slack off between the two of us. She was spending more and more of her time helping her parents with raising her little brother



Today I met this woman. Her name is Kiara. As soon as I saw her I had an instant erection growing in my pants. She wore tight daisy duke shorts that made her big beautiful White ass almost see through. She wore a bright blue shirt with MIAMI BEACH written in pink letters



Isabella stopped just before the steps that let up to the second floor patio of her apartment. She could already see Stuart's truck in the parking lot. She did not like him very much and was not sure why her mom always invited him over
In the back seats of the movie theater, the white man’s jaws worked furiously, his too-big cowboy hat sticking out above the rows of alternately shadowed and illuminated faces. Across the darkness, Dr
I read this story once on a website, only to be disappointed when I returned to the site to found it had been deleted. I decided to rewrite it to the best of my ability from memory. While the unknown author did not write the version you're about to read, the story idea belongs to them