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In order to understand the STATUS REPORTS, you will have to read my "I found My Sister Stripping" series, but it is not necessary to understand this story by itself
Id never really considered myself to be gay, but i knew id be lying if i tried to tell myself that i wasnt dissapointed not to have gone home with Barry
It has been five wonderful years since the night Courtney showed up at my door, tired and in need of a shower



It was a lazy afternoon. The best kind there is. Normally Saturdays are packed with things to do. They had moved Kevia’s best friend Carrie in with them a month ago and had taken some time to get used to another person being in the house



When david woke up he tried to remember what he had done the night before. He lay there staring at the ceiling thinking, but no matter how hard he thought he couldn't remember. It was like trying to grasp a slippery balloon. He finally gave up and started walking to his bathroom



My Fantasy (PART FOUR) by ME As time goes on, so does our lives. Victoria and I are still together. Vanessa has married and has two kids



They were often a long way from home on business. Almost without exception these women would be very good communicators, uninhibited and able to articulate their sexual preferences. And if they enjoyed what I had to offer and recommended me to others that was an added bonus



It was the summer I turned 16, and he was beautiful.He had short brown curls, big blue eyes, and ful pink lips. I wanted him immediately. he was slender, pale, and lightly freckled. He was shy with a sense of humor. We met through mutual friends and became friends



The Slaver Gets his Wish Chapter 5 The Outing Part 1 I was munching on a tuna salad sandwich as I planned our evening, making reservations at our various stops for the evening. Loreena had banshee upstairs, getting ready



Hello! Thank you to everyone who has been encouraging me to keep writing. This story is not intended to be part of a series, but I hope it is well received. I hope you enjoy it. Please PM me or comment below and let me know what you thought. Of course I also encourage voting
I shiver realizing that I’d turned the fan on instead of the lights off, there was hardly a need for fans here, but we had it. I go lay down on the couch, Cheza is there, having beat me to the covers I cuttle next to her
June 7, 1944 09:47 St. Mere Eglise 1.7 Km
The music in the club was way too loud and I didn’t hear him when he shouted his name into my ear. But I looked into his caramel colored eyes and smiled at him like I had clearly heard every word he said



Fbailey story number 583 Sweet Little Pussy I had gone back home to East Podunk for my father’s funeral. I had not been back for about seven years. I almost married a girl there but when she called off the wedding I left town and she married someone else



(This is a story of our trip to Goa, when the 5 of us went and had a rocking time. Most parts are true, though some parts are exaggerated. I suggest to read previous parts, to get a better story line.) I got up late next morning, severely hung over. Maya was lying next to me naked