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Futa's Wild Passion Chapter Eight: Futa's Mother & Daughter Delight By mypenname3000 Copyright 2019 Note: Thanks to FallenAngelX00 for beta reading this! “She's my friend!” Pita howled as she faced the sight she'd found in the upstairs bathroom of her house
THE BLIND GIRL IN THE SNOW Part 1. Another December. A different year. "Where is that wife of yours?" Janet hugged herself as she stood waiting next to the carrier on this bitterly cold Friday morning deep in the heart of Winter
Panties for Sale? Chapter 8 When we finally pulled into the mall parking lot I had been thinking something over. I was young enough sure, in my mid-thirties, but as far as my body was concerned I wasn't thirteen anymore and there were limits
It’s been 2 days since I (Mark) fucked Dana and my dick is still thinking about her. Her pussy felt so warm and good that I just have to figure out another way to get to that wet moist snapper pussy. It’s like 8am in the morning and I had today off



* * * * * This story is all about three separate sexual intercourse "accidents" that took place over the course of nearly two decades, while I was having an on-going intimate relationship with Ray (not his real name), who was my live-in boyfriend for many years, before he became my husband
(Big thank you to Kel for editing and proof reading this for me. I wouldn't have had the courage to post this at all if it had not been for you) Those full beautiful lips and straight jaw line are what I remember the most about that night



A Holiday For The Goddess Everything around me trembled and shook. My body was propelled back and forth, my arms tied behind my back so my face just plunged into a smelly and sandy carpet over and over again. A low humming sound, the sound of an engine I realized



Rita Lynn Ayers was a 34 year old blue-eyed blond living in a southern bible belt community with her second husband, their xx yr old daughter, and her xx year old daughter and xx year old son from her first marriage
intro: a bad story from a bad girl; legal-aged adults but very naughty. It was not my first time, but I have not done it since and it is not my thing
Tom woke, again as a result of feeling cold and as before with Sarah gone, he felt the same pang of loss of something missing. Tom stretched, the day smelt fresh and new, he stretched and rolled face down in the now cold hollow left by Sarah



The Redhead From Woolworth The Year was 2001, I had Graduated High School had a Great summer and it was fall, In fact just two days away was Halloween. My friends and I were getting ready for the holiday getting all of our best pranks out
Author’s Note: Postal Pleasures is an unusual Romance. It is about a divorced man, Michael, who was wronged by his ex-wife. He has moved on, or so he thought, and he was trying to get back to his center
30 years ago I was lucky enough to marry the sexiest lady I have ever known. I was 9 years older and had been around the block a time or two but she was what many men would just pant for
Shopping for clothes had never been her favourite pastime but was one of those unavoidable trials everyone had to go through. It wasn’t that Alice didn’t like fashion but at 24 and size 20 she would and could never wear the kind of outfits she dearly wished she could
“There’s his Jeep.” Shelly steered her car into the parking space next to it. “Good. He’s working tonight.” “Who is?” “A guy who would be perfect for you.” “What? You bitch! I’m not going in there.” “Yes, you are, Kay.” “No! I’m not ready to see men socially