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I'm Michael Cho, who just about to finish my third year at UCSD. I'm from San Diego but my girlfriend, Haley, who I started dating in September and she is from a small town, about a four hour drive from campus. Haley is a thing of beauty



Ivy met the Novas in the foyer of their home. She spoke quietly. “Elsie’s on my phone on the couch. Brie’s asleep in her bed. She passed out on stage.” “Passed out?” Warrick asked, concerned. “She’s okay.” Ivy reassured him



Kara waited, looking at the ad. She was assured she would remain anonymous, right? Only craigslist barely knew who she was. To everyone else she would be a number. Any reply to her add would go unanswered unless she replied. She would be totally in control



There is a hole in my wall, it has always been there, however it is only recently that I discovered the potential it holds. Usually it is hidden behind my bed board, but this summer when I rearranged my room I found it and I also discovered what was on the otherside
Saturday morning after breakfast I walked out of the kitchen and up to my little sister, held my finger in front of her face and told her, “Taste this and tell me what you think.” My kid sister and I get along well and she is very trusting
Let me give you a little background on ourselves. I am 5' 9" and medium build, my wife Rosie is 5' 7", blonde, slimmer than me with nice 36D breasts and a killer pair of legs. We have never swung, nor have we ever cheated on each other



Leni and Lana were 12 now. The still liked being twins. They dressed the same, wore their hair the same, had the same mannerisms that made it hard to tell them apart for people that didn't know them well
We started kissing and, of course, I let him fondle my breasts. I wasn’t sure how much he knew about my willingness to do other things, but he put his hand on my leg and I allowed him to reach up under my skirt and rub my thigh at the edge of my panties



It was 1974 and it was just a week before my high school graduation. I was among the youngest in my class having turned 18 just a few days before. I was also still a virgin and had never had any form of sex beyond masturbation



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Chapter One Caught I was 19, I had been kicked out of my parents house. My best friend Robbie, and his dad Bill took me in, for the summer. His dad was a contractor. Robbie went to work with his dad every morning. You could set a clock by their comings and goings
I attended a friends party last night and got my 16 year old body drunk. I hoped my parents would have been sleeping when I returned home all boozed up, but Dad was awake and smelled the breath of alcohol in my breath. Of course, he was pissed



1 Last year I decided to treat myself to a vacation I would remember, I work hard as a computer systems consultant and thought I deserved it, so after a little research into the different types of vacations available a cruise round Europe caught my eye, this was duly booked and preparations made



Before you read my first attempt at ‘fan fiction’ there are a few things I’d like to say. First and foremost, by no means do I intend any disrespect to the incredibly talented J. K. Rowling or her marvelous body of work



Royal High Hill Boarding School. A typical boarding school where the rich and famous of rural England, send their sons to receive a top education from the finest teachers in the country