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It was a smoggy, overcast day, and that partially accounted for it being so quiet, though it was the beginning of Christmas vacation
It was a cold Sunday night that night, around 7:30 pm in January, and Jay walked down his street to his neighbors’ house in a pair of jeans and t-shirt with his sweatshirt zipped all the way up and his hood on



The barn was beautiful in the late afternoon sun. Light poured down through the small cracks in the ceiling and the back wall, illuminating the dancing dust motes that flittered through the air



Chapter 1 I started drinking when I was way too young. By the time I hit the legal drinking age, I had already been to rehab twice
This is the last story of this "arc" as after this, Tom and I no longer saw each other. We had two instances where I had sucked his cock, and the second time, was more confusing than the first. There was something about it that I couldn't get out of my head



Prologue Coming home wasn't an easy choice for Alan. He hated that after doing so well at his writing career, he had to come back here. North Carolina was supposed to be his past. Now he was standing in front of the same house he had tried so hard to leave



My niece plays softball in a little league that is sponsored by the city we live in. Her coach, Kristen (not her real name), is really the only fun thing about the games. Kristen is on the thick side
"Mom do i have to",i asked my mother as she just delivered the news that i would have to stay the night at my aunts for the night 'Yes you do she replied", she replied "But i hate Aunt Trisha" "You mind tour mouth son. You're lucky that she would have you over anyways



The nineteen seventy-five Elvis Presley Convention was swinging, somewhere over two thousand fans were having a great time. My stall was busy, I had a new selection of Elvis posters, from a deal I’d done in France



Chapter 1 The young woman plunged her fingers in between the juicy swollen lips of her slit for the umpteenth time, biting down on her pillow to muffle her moans of pleasure



Monday… how I hate it. It’s like all the men come to work horny as fuck and to top it all, I am made to dress like every guys fantasy come true. But he said ‘I don’t see you for 2 days, I need you to come in looking like the slut you are so I can bang you out
I was 31 at the time. I loved girls. There was nothing more I wanted than to have my tongue buried in a hot girls wet pussy, only to be followed up by stuffing her love hole full of my 8 inch throbbing cock. When I wasn't with a girl, I enjoyed frequent masturbation sessions



Chapter 3 Marian waited eagerly as the dragons fed on a pair of sheep, though her patience was wearing thin. She was horny and hungry, and she couldn’t satisfy either urge without fucking one of the beasts



May wasn't sure just how long “Daddy” as she now referred to him as let her sleep, but she woke in her dark room somehow feeling like a weight had been lifted from her shoulder last night



OSAKA AWAKENING 2-THE VILLAIN HOTARU The slapping of flesh roused me from my blank dreams,I could hear the moans and the shaking of the bed as an orgy started where I lay