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I woke up early the next morning. Well this morning was gonna be awkward as fuck. How the fuck do I speak to my mom now. I threw some clothes on and headed down stairs. Mom was sat at the kitchen table with a large mug of coffee in front of her. “Hi mom” I sheepishly said



Mind-Control Panties Story Twelve: Virgin Cherry Delight By mypenname3000 Copyright 2019 Note: Thanks to Alex for beta reading this! The music pulsing through the house stirred the figure's ancient soul



Sometimes when events in your life begin moving rapidly out of your control, you may agree to getting help; yet this may lead to unexpected events, especially when one such favor is asked for by a magician of utmost power and of a fearsome reputation
Now, me and my sister didn’t get along to well when we were growing up. That’s probably due to the fact that I always gave her hell because my secret was that I wanted her, I wanted her badly


This story begins early one Friday, the house was pretty quiet and Amanda was just getting up. It was just passed noon. Amanda was about 5'6" and weighed about 110 pounds. She was 17 years old. Next to her, asleep in bed was her 18 year old boyfriend
I had been observing the house for over a week, and i knew, basically all of their routines, and time tables, so there should have not been anyone home today, a perfect time for a small break in and some nice loot hopefully



Darla (My Revisited Tale of White Trash Family Sex) She wore very short cut-off jeans and a tank top without a bra underneath
"What the hell is going on here?" I asked. "That's a damn good question! Amy? Whenever you're ready." Isabella chimed in. "Okay, okay. Matt, I'm not the rich heiress I led on to be in school. I'm the only daughter of a house maid; your house maid



It was a sunny and mild Friday in Mayfield, the ideal American town where everything was perfect, including the Cleaver family. Ward, the 41-year-old handsome father was hard at work providing for his family
This part 3 of a 5 part story. Hope you enjoy it and leave a comment… Thanks I awoke the next morning to the sound of my phone ringing. It was my sister Carol. Carol is two years older than Chris and six years old than I. Her news floored me



Under His Spell by Pan When I felt the hand of my daughter’s boyfriend on my ass, I didn’t say anything
My step-daughters - I work from home by telecommuting, and my wife builds web sites as sort of a side business. So, we're nearly always home together. However, my wife gets real absorbed in her projects and can sit at her computer until the sun comes up
Guys have been sticking it in my ass since I was twelve and it was no big deal to me. If I was horny, and I was horny a lot, I could get off pretty hard getting my butt fucked
After two semesters and a summer session at the community college, my girlfriend (now wife of 6 years) and I transferred to a small private college about an hour and a half away from my dad and step mom's house
I'm resubmitting this story with the correct themes. Let me know if you'd like to see more stories from me