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It's important to point out that this story is fantastical, I do not condone pedophilia or underage sex in life
it had been a whole week since the beach incident and my sister ocuppied my thoughts constantly. for some reason this summer i started to get an unnatural crush on my sister within a few weeks i became so attracted to my sister kate that i struggled to control my self when around her



A Reasonable Deal (Pt. 3) Chapter 1 A poor accounting department can ruin a company pretty quickly. Amazing how bad it can get, John thought to himself as he reviewed the paperwork on a small futon company that had come to him for consultation
Chapter 1 When James's parents said they would be out for the night, what had initially gone through his mind had involved maybe grabbing his PS4 remote, or seeing how many episodes of House of Cards he could watch



Bounty watched as her kids loaded up into her friend's car. They were headed to camp for the summer. She now had the house all to herself for three weeks. As the car left she closed the door and stripped down naked, as she did so, she thought “free at last
I'm 21, going to college. Late one afternoon, after classes, I am hanging out in my apartment, having a beer, not doing much. Girl screaming. Man cursing. "Get in the car fucking bitch!" More screaming. I do renaissance faires, so I have lots of swords



Alright, so hi there, I'm Jocelyn. I'm from Colorado and in my mid-40s, divorced and my kids are both in college, so I'm pretty much by myself. On the other hand, I run a quite successful real estate business which keeps me busy enough



(Based on w1dmg’s “Adam” series, with permission from the author.) *********************************************** I had just climbed into bed with my girlfriend Megan and snuggled up against her. She still had on her panties and bra that I’d left her in when I put her too bed



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The World's First Futa – Futa's Wicked Campaign Chapter Two: Futa's First Wicked Speech By mypenname3000 Copyright 2018 April 17th, 2047 “What was your favorite part of campaigning for president?” Adelia Tash asked me



“Hello? Earth to Ethan!” I look up to see my year 12 maths teacher staring at me “Um, what?” I ask with a genuinely surprised look on my face. I am met with the laughter of the classroom as I realise I’ve been caught in the middle of class day dreaming again
Abigail flung her bag onto Olive’s chair and threw herself down onto her best friends pure white bed making her long black hair spread out around her head



Attraction reaction ——————————————————————————— Chapter 1 The event that changed everything Lily and Tessa have been neighbors and best friends since they were toddlers. Growing up together, they both know most of each others secrets and can talk about almost anything together


She had to do it-second part Karen woke up from her petty sleep. She vehemently pushed her blankets aside then wore her flip-flops and hastily walked through the hallway to the shower
Mom is looking at me, and I’m looking back at her. We are keeping constant eye contact, our gazes locked together. “Steve” mom sighs my name out loud, as if to confirm it’s really me, her own boy, who is there between her wide open thighs