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Hi,I'm Jay and I have a siting service,and I'm 16. One of my regulars called and wanted to know if I would sit for her.She has two girls,13 and 11.She pays good,so I told her "Yes".I wnt over and she asked if I could spend the weekend.The extra moneywould come in handy,so I agrred
If I rest my head on the pillow on the other side of the bed, I can still smell mother’s hair. She uses a preparation with a slight scent of pears, but her preterred fragrance is Anais Anais and this morning, as usual she showered with Anais Anais body shampoo
Chapter One: I start a babysitting job First I'll explain myself. It was one more year ‘till I got my learner’s permit. I was a freshman, not masculine, slim arms and hips, narrow shoulders
Mia sat at the kitchen table of her new mother-in-law Diana sipping her morning coffee as her new husband Steve kissed her on the forehead before heading out the door for work. It was been two weeks since the wedding the two wed each other in front of their family and friends



*The character names and city name has been changed.* **This is my first story so feedback would be nice please. ** Some Information About the Characters: Juan- I was in 9th grade and I was 15 at the time. I was 5' 6" and had brown hair. My eyes were brown



(Alaric) Light struck Alaric unkindly in the eyes the following morning. He ruffled his blonde hair and sat up. He groaned from the throbbing pain in his ass. Tyr was still curled next to him and had a rather strong grip around his waist
SUCH GOOD FRIENDS Chapter four—Carla If you haven’t read the first three chapters, this chapter will make more sense if you do. Teeny woke up in her brother’s bed, both still totally naked
I had finally discovered freedom. Life was perfect when you were sixteen. I had a car, a job, and a new computer. I could cruise around town for as long as I wished, and go where I wanted. Right now I wanted to go to my friend Jeremy’s house


A Week With My Aunt The first time that I really noticed that my aunt as more than an aunt was three weeks before my seventeenth birthday. My parents were going to Texas for business and left me with my Aunt Jennifer



We arrive at your house, our hands all over each other until the door. We control ourselves until we get to your room. You push me in and close the door behind you. I step up to you and pull you tight to me, pulling you into a deep, passionate kiss
.For some reason, all us mothers have a code that is taboo to ever talk about. We don’t talk about our sexual feelings for our sons or daughters. It’s somehow so taboo, so unthinkable, so naughty, we never talk about it



Hello my name is Rick and this is a fictional story that took place almost 5 years ago while I was on a camping trip with my buddy Sam Villon. At the time I was 28 years old and had just moved to AL after getting a job offer which I was hoping for since I left college
Hi to all those that read my last story. Thanks for feedback. Just to clarify a few points; our ages were actually younger than I first wrote the last story, I wasnt sure if I should have discosed our ages. The year was 1983, I was 13, my sister was 11



Part I The Crimes and Crimescene The Mike Williams Family was returning home from a wonderful pre-Christmas concert presented by the local Symphony Orchestra



copyright: Lesley Tara, 2012 Sally-Anne whistled quietly to herself, in a happy mood as she cleaned Room 517 on the top floor of the hotel