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Touch - Chapter 4 The girls had headed to the bathroom to clean themselves up while Jackie, thankfully, got dressed to talk to me about what I had just seen

Sexual Encounters of a Young man- 12 - with Neighbour Rupali The story is by one of his friend Montu Kumar starts around the year-2011-12, around 7-8 years back from the present time. He become friend with me during a fashion show in Delhi.

The morning sun shone in through my window as I lay on my homely little twin bed. I ran my fingers through my long dark hair wondering what time is was exactly. My name is Sasha. I am 18 years old and I live in a peaceful village at the base of a large group of mountains

TRUE! --horny -- very, very uncontrollably horny I had been and still am; but why will you say that I am a rapist? The perversity had sharpened my senses --not destroyed --not dulled them. Above all was the sense of acute smell. I could smell all things in my college dormitory

Barged Into Mom Like all young men, or most of them I would think, maybe even older men too, the first thing I do upon awakening is reach for my crotch for that reassurance that it’s still there, still working, or just to say good morning to a dear friend

. It was September. I was on a walking holiday and finally, after 3 days of rain, the sun shone. It was a lovely warm day; I had set out this morning from the guesthouse I was staying at high on the moors. What a time it had been

The Camp Nurse: Chapter 3 - The Skipper by NightShade [The continuing adventures of Chris Mattson, RN at an all-girls cheerleading camp high up in the mountains out west. Only Chris is a male. Let the fun continue..

This a true story, the names have been changed to protect all parties concerned.. My name is not important, but for the purpose of the story call me Jane. At 13 years old I was rather developed for my age, my budding breast filling out my B cup bra

Into Liana’s Secret Garden It was the El Nino season and I was riding my bike in blazing after mid-day sun, heading for my friend’s house a few miles away from where I lived. I was going to collect a book he’d promised to lend me

What a difference a good night's sleep can make and George Foley awoke the following morning with the fever in remission and little more than a light tickle in the back of his throat

It was late in the afternoon when Amanda pulled into the drive, from picking our two girls up from school. She was usually prompt, and this tardiness led to my curiosity. I looked at my watch as the three piled in the front door, trying to hush their giggles

My name is Sam and this is my story. I’ll give you the background information to get that out of the way. I am 35 years old and have maintained my physique for the most part

Amber’s First Time A True Story When She Was 11 Almost 12 About Amber written by MorethAntwOlesstHanwHole. It was a summer day; the sun beat down heavy-handedly, it was a hot day

The comment section has been restricted to members only due to abuse by spammers and other idiots. Please feel frree to PM your comments to me. Lucky Mann The Desk Clerk Traveling for a living can be a boring and lonely existence

This is continuation of my series'The piano and Rachael's wet panties'.Its not necessary to read those in order to understand this but its better to know a story from the start.So,check out those first and constructive criticsm is always welcome