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What happens in Vegas - Round 1 Now I have to admit, this didn't happen to me personally. This happened to my brother-in-law, who swore me to secrecy
This is a fictional story.in more ways than one. If you aren't a fan of cheating wives, then perhaps choose a different category of stories. Introduction My good friend Kelly and I were warming ourselves up for TJ



(This story is a piece of entertainment only. The author does not condone any illegal acts. All real life sexual encounters should be between consenting adults. Please leave your comments below and vote



“Rose, wake up, dear, wake up…” “Hmm yes?” I said pissed I was being woken up. “Lou and I are leaving so it’ll just be you and Robert today alright dear?” “Yes, Auntie Reese, have a good day.” “Breakfast is downstairs. Bye



Author’s note: If you aren’t a fan of stories where a majority of the characters have little to no morals, please don’t read this. You’ve been warned. Move along if this concept doesn’t intrigue you. There are some evil and screwed up people in this story



CHAPTER ONE – The Story “So are you coming to dad’s play tomorrow?” Amanda asks as she lays there wrapped around the strong arms of Daniel, whom she has been dating for over two years, on the couch in his bedroom watching Notebook. Amanda loves this man
Bert and I have been dating for a while now, a few months, and I’m starting to get the feeling that we might have something to last



PART FOUR; The xxx movie store Kim decided to drop the kids off at school on her way to see Monty
Episode III Of the Adventures of John and Holly Part 30: Slut Holly: I woke up the next morning naked in a strange bed, and when I went out into the living room, I saw Jack sleeping on the couch
Joanne had been happily married to Mike for many years and had two twenty something kids. Their sex life had always been very satisfying but recently her mind had been fantasising more than usual



The detective pressed his ID against the spy-hole of the door and announced his name and rank clearly and decisively. “Police, ma’am. Detective Thomas Patterson. May I speak with you please?” The door opened slowly and halted as the gold coloured chain locked into its catch



Cassie's New Friend By Samantha Skin Cassie followed Zoe down the litter strewn street confused. They were far away from the high school, all the way in the dangerous corner of the city.. She had to fight to keep up because Zoe moved so fast
This is simply a fictional story. Any similarities between real people and the characters are purely coincidental. Also, if you haven’t read them, refer back to chapters 1 through 3 of this story on my profile



Futa Daughter's Naughty Temptation Chapter Eight: Futa-Daughter's Naughty Pics By mypenname3000 Copyright 2020 Note: Thanks to Alex for beta reading this! Sky Marlow I sat in Mr. Tate's boring class thinking. Pondering. Plotting



Early this year Cindy is standing behind me, arms around my neck looking over my shoulder as I type this. We're outside in our private yard, under a clear late winter sky somewhere north of LA