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in with a deep kiss and pull yourself against me feeling me grow hard instantly against you, we move into the lounge and you slowly undress me, touching me gently with your long fingers until you grasp my cock and feel my balls gently with your fingers reaching behind just to touch me and caress me



This series has grown well past any point I could have imagined when I first started writing it a couple of weeks ago. It has grown into this monster that is now dictating to me what it wants to say and the direction it wants to go in
I was in my early teens when I first realised I had a much bigger cock than other boys my age. I copped lots of good-natured ribbing about it when changing while playing various sports
Drunk Mom and I Over a few years, my Mom started having a drinking problem. I was too young when I realized it two years ago, and had no idea what to do I thought it was because my Dad was overbearing and controlling



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e of her encounter with her mother's handsome young page, and the fire of lust that flashed from her eyes as the exciting details flowed from her lips, set me all aflame with such a raging lust (and such an erect and hard cock) that I thought it would burst open my trousers to cool its burning ardor
Dad to use the bathroom first on Sundays, it gives me time to get breakfast under the way, Dad had had his shower and was now sitting at the breakfast table reading the Sunday paper, once breakfast was over I’d take my shower whilst he cleared away and putting the dirty crockery into the dish washer
You awake in a prison cell, memories of blood, pain, fear and arousal drift through your mind as you examine your surroundings. Rough wooden floorboards scratch your legs as you sit up and spot a shaft of moonlight pouring through the barred window twice your height above you
After I wrote out what the Pixies gave me, I asked them if it were real and in that annoying unison they use when actually speaking out loud they answered, “As real as we are


If was there right now I would come up behind you very quietly and slide my arms around you so they were right under your tits. Slowly I would pull your hair aside and begin lightly sucking on your earlobes and kissing behind your ears
CHAPTER TWENTY 6TH SATURDAY Mike gets up early before anyone is out of bed and throws his briefcase into the car. He drives towards Chilliwack and calls Trudy as he's driving down Young Road. "Good morning, beautiful. It's Mike." Carol says, "Good morning, Mike
Hello and welcome to the final part of my "Help!" series. This follows the other 13 parts which I hope you have enjoyed reading, and I hope you enjoy it's conclusion. *** Danny lay unconscious on the hospital bed after a long and difficult operation
The Gift of Life - CAW #9 It was a cold, rainy, wet, miserable afternoon, and the last place Hal Binks wanted to be was up an electrical pole


Katie couldn't have been more excited about school . . . having just turned 15 and being lucky enough to have handsome Mr. Siegel for her teacher. Her body had recently sprouted a fine pair of titties and she proudly kept her shoulders back to show them off to the boys in her class
Fatima paced anxiously in the living room waiting for Irfaan to pick her up for gym. This was all his idea. He'd ended up being the same stranger from the park