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Becoming Daddy's Good Girl Chapter One: Dressing Room Submission By mypenname3000 “You take care of your father and be a good girl, Melody,” my mother said as she stood in the doorway of our house, her the tight, gold necklace glinting about her throat

How Traditions Start – part 8 An original story by Starrynight I would like to start with a special thanks to Dudley Dowrong for his inputs and comments after each story in the series. Your reviews were much appreciated and implemented in the following chapter

Fbailey story number 393 Happy Father’s Day My wife died before my daughter married, had a daughter of her own, and then got a divorce. Needless to say, she had to move back in with me so that I could help her raise her daughter

Fbailey story number 271 Too Advanced For Her Age I’m a very smart girl. I skip grades all of the time and I got into high school when I was only ten years old

A girl stood looking out the window of her apartment, a hand on one hip, the other placed against the window, which was fogged over with condensation. She had soft skin of a colour that reminds one of caramel, smooth and delicious

The Bimbo Formula Chapter 7: Spanking the Bimbo Wife's Hot Ass Alice I smiled at my husband as I sat up in the bath, the soapy water cascading off my big, wonderful, soft titties

Delicious Sister-in-Law True story.. At sixty-three, I was much more active than many of my friends, who were younger than myself. My wife was still in good health, also, and our sex life was okay

This is the continuing fictional story of a middle aged lady led into the unknown by a man who has a strange hold over her making her do things that are totally out of character for her. Now both him and her continue to play out their individual sexual fantasies

You have always been the one I have felt the closest to. Other arms have held me, stroked my hips, kissed my lips, pushed into me with swelling fulfillment. None can touch me like you can however

Ruth’s big night Part 1 It had been quite a night and Ruth was a little tipsy after drinking half a dozen vodka’s. They had been in a night club and Bob knew she had no underwear on as they danced to the music

Maxynn was laying in bed tossing and turning. It was 3:45 am. She couldn’t seem to fall asleep, the summer had come to an end

As I pulled up to his house the final notes in my favourite song resounded through the car stereo. I turned the car off and picked up my bag. As i walked to his door i could here the clicking of my stiletto heeled knee high boots on the pavement

AUTHOR'S NOTE: READ THE FIRST INSTALLMENT. TWITTER: @JamesDetorini This work is purely fictional. Any similarities to real events or people may or may not be coincidental. Also, the characters are thirteen. If this somehow offends you, then this story is obviously not for you

“I don't really care where you live at,” the feminine voice echoed in my head. “Just turn around boy and let me hit that,” thumped and pounded, into my body. ”Don't be a little bitch with your chit chat,” bodies blurred in my alcohol assisted experience

--It all started when I was 12. I remember it like it just happened, how could I ever forget? My parents were going out of town for a few days, moving trucks. My older brother was staying with my aunt, and I insisted I was old enough to take care of myself