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Griffin The Unexpected Consequenses Of Being Bound Together Testing The Toys Part 1 Peter Griffin was relaxing at home. His daughter Meg had gone out to the mall to do some shopping and his wife Lois had gone to town to do the same



It was my husband’s birthday and we had gone out to dinner with four of his mates. It was a very enjoyable dinner at a steak house at Parramatta, in western Sydney. I’m a cheap drunk and after two glasses of red wine, I was feeling a bit giggly and disinhibited



This complete story revolves around a lot of sexual themes that may be offensive to some readers. I don't mean to offend anyone, so please read the themes and introductions before reading the chapters



Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to actual persons or events is entirely coincidental. Contains adult themes. The author does not condone any of the actions depicted in this work
Damn. It's hard to choose, almost impossible. Why do I have to pick myself? Why do I keep finding myself in places like this? I'm trapped between the devil and the deep blue sea. Between a rock and a hard place. Between Vicky and Lola. Lola's on the right
Episode III Of the Adventures of John and Holly Part 29: Veronica’s Secret Holly: Soon enough I was settled in my dorm with the 5 other girls who would be sharing my suite
This story is a repost of the original story I posted on 2013-09-04. It is edited to conform to the age rules. Practical Jokes As I woke up, I knew there was something unusual. The room I was in was my own room, and so was my bed, but I was not alone
It was after one in the morning and I had just shut off the TV, getting ready for bed when the front door slammed open and Sherry almost fell through it



[It's back! I was unsure about continuing this story, but I had too many requests not to keep it going. I love talking to my fans, especially ladies, and trading some dirty talk.] The looks were plentiful and varied as Danielle and I entered school on that Monday
It's been three months since the day we left the cabin, and just like I thought, things did get interesting. Both families hit it off so well at the cabin we decided to keep hanging out at each others houses at few times
[b]Alice Gets Hitched 7 by Will Buster As can be imagined, a pregnant, used mistress can be rather difficult to palm off. Difficult, that is, unless a large dowry accompanies the lusty little vixen


i was sitting in the school library a little after midnight. i found this great corner of the library no one ever visits, quantum mechanics. the place was practically empty. taking a short study break i open a page of porn on my computer



As I sat out in the chair in our room, I couldn’t help but wonder what my wife had in mind for the night. This was the one and only night that she was in charge of the plans and she had been her usual stubborn self every time I tried to pry for information



LeeAnn had mostly moved into her new apartment, a separate second floor living space in a residential home. A male friend from work was expected to arrive to help her with the items she and her friend couldn’t manage: her queen-sized mattress, her dresser, and her couch
The Reverend was angry. His blood pressure was through the roof. He knew it because he could feel the throbbing in his temples, but what could he do? Doing anything to that Walker boy meant exposing his son to shame