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The Plumber Daughter Chapter 2 By Beagle9690 December 2010 Author’s Note: as with the Chapter one, I continue to delve in detail into Marie and Patrick’s past to put their Romance and deep feeling for each other into perspective

What Happens in Vegas "Fuck those Bitches" Cindy thought as she stumbled back into the casino. This was suppose to be her weekend, her chance to cut loose and have fun with the girls, but NO those bitches run off to fuck the first guys that buy them a drink

Fbailey story number 685 The Hood Of The Car My father came into my room, which was something that he never ever had done before. He respected my space, so I knew that it was serious. Dad said, “You fucked Vickie last night

Continued from chapter Eight Wholly fuckers it's after eight daddy I gotta get going please hurry please get dressed I don't want to be late aah fuck . I'm going to be late for school shit we get dressed lock the house and head out hope in the care I drive her to school

This is not a true story although the circumstances surrounding it are

I apologize to both Marie Stopes and Robert Falcon Scott if they'd consider this libelous. A lot of these words are Marie’s own, taken completely out of context, from her scandalous blockbuster pamphlet "Married Love" (a quite turgid and tame work by today's standards)

Jeff still couldn't believe what had happened just moments ago. His young cousin Laura, who would be a sophomore in her high school in the fall, had entered his room in a towel. She'd quickly disrobed and given him quite an amazing blowjob, then left

Honey-Lee–the journeys of a TG Nympho Chapter 3 – Honey Ties Things Down After the explosion, we just lay there for awhile, the three of us in an untidy heap on the floor as our breathing gradually slowed

Amelia sat as she always did, upon the cushioned seat of the open bay window, the cool evening breeze tickling her short, richly colored hair against the back of her pale neck

A short, Erotic story, by James Burns. Just Friends. She awoke to explosions and light flashing into the room. There were fireworks just outside the window, signalling in the New Year. She looked to the clock and sure enough it read 00:02

This is my first attempt at writing. The names and characters in this story are all fake. This story is purely fiction. I hope all that read it enjoy. Man of the House Chapter 1 Late August 1986 Jacksonville NC Growing up in the military was hard on all of us

Please read chapter one before this, so it will make sense. Just to recap for those continued readers, my name is Jeremy, I’m a 17 year old slightly athletic average joe at high school, with brown hair, standing at 5’10”

So I'm laying there with Aunt Barbara riding me like a fucking jockey. We're at the cabin mom and 'dad' own. Mom is on the sofa eating the carrot I just had her fucking herself with. 'Dad' and Uncle Rich thankfully couldn't come. 'Dad's running the bar since it's Labor Day weekend

I was furious, I was horny. I was hurt, I was frustrated. I was unhappy, I was on heat. I have a husband, I haven’t had sex for almost two weeks. I haven’t seen my husband in the time of the business trip, now he has called to say he have to stay a few extra days, unexpectedly

WHEN I BECAME A WOMAN – Chap. 6 – CASSY-SCHOOL CONTINUES Over the next week, Cassy found herself with questions, anticipating another round of Daddy and Mommy’s education

The birthday party was already in progress when Stacy arrived at her friend Melissa’s house with her two kids, Michael, 12, and Katie, 10

Tracy dropped her gum into the trash can on the bus as she got off, making the driver smile as he said good bye. She shrugged him off and ignored his wave as she turned her back and went into her house. He carefully took it out of the trash before he closed up the “barn” for the night

The Start. I would kiss you and slowly undress you kissing you all over as I go, then we could go take a shower together where I would soap you up and massage your breasts and between your legs probing your pussy with my fingers

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN That night in bed, I was holding Kate in my arms her back against my chest. I leaned over and kissed her neck trying to sort out the thoughts running through my head. I was about to throw out a phrase that most couples feared the most

It was a warm fall day. I was riding aimlessly around in the country on my Sportster. All summer long I'd ridden around on these same roads and I was feeling quite bored