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Things really opened up between mom and I after that first encounter. I think one of my most memorable experiences after that first day came pretty much the next time
They had to keep moving at night, for that is when the foul beasts are active, Grimbol had told her. So they walked along the river through the moonlight
I was really tired when I wrote this. It's got a gay part in it, so you've been warned. People have asked if this really happened. Of course it did. That's why it's listed under fiction and not true-life
NOTE: If you have not read the previous two chapters…you know what to do…thanks… Here I am sitting pensively in a room at the Red Roof Inn in Danville, Pennsylvania, pondering my situation Danville happens to be the town I was born. I have not been back here in many years
Fbailey story number 449 A Fuck Is Just A Fuck I was listening at my sixteen-year-old sister’s door, it was partially open, and Heather was on the phone with one of her girlfriends. She said, “Yes, I let Dave fuck me



Bank Teller My daughter is a bank teller at my bank. I am the president of the bank, thanks to my grandfather and my father passing the title down to me. Tiffany is a gorgeous twenty-five-year-old bombshell
Erica at 14, Ranch wife I was excited in several senses of the word. My niece Erica was going to stay with me for an indefinite time. I live alone on 110 acres of prime horse prairie in Wyoming, the company would be good. The best
It was a regular day in Quarter Town except at Arthurs home at 69 Blank St. The 18 yr old was on the couch jerking off watching his mother Joyce & his 40 something teacher Stacy 69ing on the living room floor
“Mom?” I shouted from my upstairs room, “If you are making me go to this stupid reunion, is it ok if Chris goes?” I hated family reunions. Every year we would pack up our car and travel five hours to the home of my father’s parents and spent the weekend in the middle of no where



Futa's Wild Passion Chapter Nine: Lesbian Eats the Futa's Creampie By mypenname3000 Copyright 2019 Note: Thanks to FallenAngelX00 for beta reading this! A fresh musk filled my nose. Something squirmed atop me. A hot mouth engulfed my dick, sucking hard on me
This occured many years ago, and remains one of the most erotic things to ever happen to me. I was 14 at the time, Jacqueline was 12. Jacqueline was my cousin, and her family lived on a farm some hours away from mine
I woke rather early as the sun still wasn't up yet. My father was passed out next to me in a drunken coma. Breathing heavily and smelling of gin. I lay next to him still trying to get a grip on what had occurred only a few hours prior
Chapter 10 Last night I had logged onto the fetish website I am registered on and read more of the stories and checked out the list of the many different fetishes. Even though I feel older, I am still only 15 and still a bit overwhelmed by some of them



Fbailey story number 419 Cabin In The Adirondack Mountains Every year our parents took us up to Karen Lake where we own a cabin. Well we sort of own it because grandpa is too old to use it anymore and he told Dad that he would get it in his will when he dies


“Abby! Could you come in here please”, yelled my dad from the living room. “Coming” I replied and hurried to him, everyone knows you don’t disobey dad. My father is large man, with bald head and a beard. My two younger sisters were sitting in front of my father on the floor