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Chapter Thirteen: Regrets “Stay in the car,” Rich ordered the girls as he got out of his truck and slammed the door. Angel watched him walk cautiously over to a dark van. The man who so rudely violated Angel at the club, was waiting for Rich next to the van



again, this is not my story, i found it on another site “That would be so cool. I’ve beat off a lot thinking about doing shit with her. Wow, you mean mom would let us fuck her? Maybe even fuck her butt?” “My guess is yes
I was a 63-year-old overweight bald man named Dr. Jake L. Edih, virtually ignored for my looks, which was okay with me. Being a professor at an ivory league university, I have spent the majority of my adult life doing research in biomechanics



ABBY & THE CEO CHAPTER 6: ANOTHER FIRST DAY I was in the office early as usual. I was a nervous wreck the rest of Sunday after I left the Cornell’s home and the full implications of what had occurred over that weekend sunk in
t friends sofa with her eighteen year old son sucking my left nipple while his nineteen year old friend mauling my right tit with his lips and hand It started when my best friend Sue called me from Atlanta asking for help, her plane was delayed due to weather and she wouldn't make it home tonight
The sun was streaming into my bedroom when I opened my eyes. The sounds of morning drifted from the kitchen and I smelled coffee, bacon, toast, and eggs. As I rolled nude to a sitting position on the edge of the bed, my erect cock felt a little sore from the previous night’s activities



With the door closed, and her parents downstairs, Kacey figured she and Sam could talk over what Liz had told them. The room seemed a lot bigger with the second bed gone, even though the bed Kacey slept in was now bigger. She felt like she had a lot more room



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Chapter 12 Lonely Julie Last Chapter When the 11 year olds Mandy and Timmy had headed for the beach Julie and Sally went with the 14 year old boys Terry and Hank, who was Mandy’s brother
Between the first and second film shows I lay in my hotel bed and mulled over the ‘evening’s entertainment’, as Mandy called it, until sustained arousal compelled me to masturbate. During the moments before I came I found myself recalling sex with Laura
“I’ve taken her husband, now I’m going to take her lover. After that, who knows what I might take…………….” Loretta’s words still lingered in my head as I awoke. She had somehow worked her way in to my subconscious
Fbailey story number 757 AUTHOR’S NOTE: I almost never write a story longer than one part. I have had many requests to do so. This may be my only time and as far as I’m concerned each part will be a standalone story
Angel A Novel By: S. Stevenson The Selection Part Two Master’s House The first three women entered the Master’s home and just started to look around. When they noticed that Beth had stopped at the door and removed her tunic
My name is Joe. I’m a 50 years old black man, living on a good pension, having just retired as a cop. I had invested well, was single and living the good life



Copyright 2018 by tcs1963 Edited and some re-writes 2019 Co-edited by takemedown All rights reserved by the Author ((((((((((((At the end of part 2))))))))))) Re-written to be told from Morgan's perspective