Female and Girl - Page 28



About 3 weeks after the molestation incident at Dr. Cunt's office (Okay, since this is a true story we will call her Dr. K - first name was Wendy), her receptionist came next door to my office and said that Dr. K needed to speak to me. I went next door and into Dr



Still in a blissful high from her recent orgasm, it took Kim a few moments to realize what Mistress Amanda said. "Yes it was wonder



Jenny sat at the kitchen table sipping on some coffee like she did most mornings but this one in particular was different. She sat at the table almost glowing as she replayed last night’s events in her head over and over again
I walked right by her noticing she had looked my way. I saw her outfit, how tight it was. The material clung to her full frame like second skin and that made me peek her way a second time. She continued her conversation playfully licking her lips and glancing my way



Hell on earth – Lemon by MISTER BIG T My most fucked up lemon ever It all began with destruction…. Seemingly endless and pointless destruction of a small town



the glass of the car door before she turned and walked up the short cracked and broken concrete pathway to the fading peeling blue painted door of Number Three, Alderman Lucas Drive, a boring ordinary Council house in the post war Austerity style just off the Hinksey Road on the East Canning estate
Heather lay in wait, concealed from the little dirt trail by a stand of bushes. A black ski-mask covered her wide smile as he heard the patter of footsteps drawing near



Both my parents died when I was 13 in a car accident. With no family and no where to go, I became a ward of the state, and once I turned 18, I was turned lose, with little to no prospects and only a college scholarship and the money that was placed in trust when I became and orphan



Chad and Chelsea join the party I could see the humiliation in Tammie's eyes, as she stood there naked, with fresh cum on her face, in front of two total strangers. Two white teenagers whom she'd never met, who are probably as young as her son Tommie



My Daughter Nicole Nicole asked, “Daddy! Why is there a naked lady in your bedroom? There’s no hair on her vagina!” All that went through my mind was, “Oh shit!” Fortunately I did not say it out loud. Nicole’s mother and I had divorced two years ago when Nicole was twelve
Tales of Priya Part 3 FLIGHT OF ICARUS Priya and Bell somewhere in the sky, on an Embracer Legacy 500 Jet, on route to Washington State I am sitting cross-legged, naked in a black velvet plush robe, on a large velvety-like soft tan sofa. We are up something like 34 000 feet



This is the story of a young woman’s conviction as a terrorist and what happens to her when she is sentenced to penal slavery. Penal slavery is not impossible. The Thirteenth and Fourteenth Amendments to the Constitution of the United States of America do not NOT prohibit slavery



Welcome back faithful readers Charity Jones here again returning to entertain you with more adventures of my misspent youth. My lat recounting detailed certain highpoints in my life as it transpired through the11th grade in my 16th year of life



I appreciate all the comments and emails. It fuels me to continue writing. I hope you all continue to enjoy my writing. After Bill caught me sleeping with mom naked, he seemed to spend much more time at the house, and paid much more attention towards me
In The Family (Part 4) I woke up to the ringing of my alarm, and immediately felt the weight of something on my left arm and chest. Openeing my eyes I saw skin. Smooth, creamy, beautiful skin, and the peaceful, lovely face of my sleeping sister