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In then, the Beginning. “ Man was made from not but a grain of sand and his companion and savior made of marrow and blood.” -- Old Saying Marshall, Minnesota The soft hills of rolling grass and farmland during the early spring year was nothing short of amazing

As I heard everything they said, I decided that I could play their game too. I just had to keep it from going too far. I put on some looser fitting pajama type boxers with the normal slit in the front and baggy legs to where I could hang out if I wanted

Wonderful things can happen to boys in puberty and this is one that happened to me! This is what really happened, most men through out there life meet a number of women that really impress them. That has certainly been my case, and of course I married one of them

"Now let's get you cleaned up" He instructed her, standing up from the sofa. His huge hulking form towering over her on the floor. Lily stood nervously in the corner of the bathroom as he shut the door behind him. Her arms wrapped around her body, acting like a shield

I made my way back down the hall and went looking for another beer. After what I had just been through, I needed one. My head was swimming with confusion. I had just been blackmailed into fucking Aunt Edna

Ali is my sister in law and at 37, 5 feet 6 tall, size 12 with strikingly natural black bobbed hair, she is a very normal, shy mum of three. Our two families have grown up together like a lot of families, spending Christmases and other holidays at each other's homes

It had been about six months since my stepdad caught me dressing up like a girl and gave me my first taste of cum. I had sucked him off about once a week since then. I sucked him in many different positions since then. Sometimes I was on my knees

Prologue “Are you fucking kidding me?” was my reaction when my mother informed me that every single one of my female relatives had gotten together and offered me a five-day cruise for my eighteenth birthday. The only downside was that they were coming along for the trip

Caroline wasn’t really posh – she just sounded that way. She had been brought up by her well-off parents in London and went to a private school in the city

Note: Though this is a sequel to “The Wolves of Paris,” it is not necessary to have read that story first. "You never kill anyone you want to in a war.” -Ernest Hemingway, "For Whom the Bell Tolls" *** June 1, 1944, Paris: 1,440 days under occupation

Brad took the bus home from school. This bus ride, unlike the one that morning, had no sexual interactions. Brad sat in the back and listened to his sisters make fun of him

copyright: Lesley Tara, 2013 I was too confident. I was so pleased with myself, so full of myself, that it made me careless. However, it was understandable – for the third time in the space of only ten days, I had run better than ever before, and attained a new Personal Best

The story about Julie is a little bit hazy in my memory so to be honest, it might not carry the same tone as the first part. If you read all of it, you’ll get why it should be hazy to me

This story continues on directly after my previous story, Two Fridays – Part 1. In the morning I woke up, and wondered if it had all been a dream

Aleeka had been one of the few girls whose body wracks with orgasms every time I fucked her. At the age of about 24, this would be her fourth child. It amazes me how the matriarchs of the colony know how and what to feed the female babies