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o do any better? It was mixed race part of the city, with mostly blacks and Puerto Ricans, with very few whites, mostly girls! This had put me into one of my first encounters as a member of the girls drill team and the only white girl! With me wearing a very short skirt and thin panty like briefs



As I returned to my office at 12:30 on the dot, I noticed that all of the upper management staff had taken off for the rest of the day, to get a headstart on the 3 day holiday weekend ahead of us



Have you ever heard the story of the ugly duckling? The one that is bullied around by the other kids because it is different or ugly but in the end turns into a beautiful swan? Yeah I guess that’s me in some way



I’d been nearly three weeks since my last job, bills were piling up, I knew my agent had work, but the bastard liked to keep us hungry and poor, he said it made us keen to work and willing to do what the client wanted. He’s a bastard and he tricked us all into exclusivity contracts



This is a tale of a different age, a time so long ago and yet not so long ago. Cell phones did voice and nothing more. There was no Facebook, no social media. We still used the Yellow Pages, read news in the paper, and viewed porn in print magazines and DVDs



I’m a 40 year old, white, BBW who loves big black cocks ramming in and out of my hot, wet pussy. A couple of my girlfriends and I decide to go out for a drink Friday after work. We go to Lee Jays, a popular bar just around the corner from our job. It’s a bar for the working man
When the Viet Nam War came along, I was too old to be drafted, but my newspaper sent me there on temporary assignment. It was 1965 or 66 and I was an old man of 50. My assignment landed me in Saigon and I mingled with the other news reporters and foreigners there
Mike and Keisha are good friends of ours, they live across the street. Linda, my wife and I talked about taking a trip to Vegas and we asked Mike and Keisha if they wanted to go along. They were all excited to go since they have never been to Vegas



He awoke with a soft little sigh and for the first time, he could remember he felt only warmth and comfort
I was in a club and at that moment the music was a thumping techno beat backed by a loud and rolling keyboard playing electronic noise. Lights flashed and strobed all around as sweaty strangers bumped against each other as they undulated and danced



I was just taking the brownies out of the oven that I had made for my son, Kyle, when I heard a knock at the door. This caught me by surprise, since we get so few visitors to the house. This is due to the fact that the entire neighborhood is terrified by my husband



Chloe was a 5’ 4” beauty. Natural platinum blonde, with medium sized breasts and a nice body. Not too curvy, but she always seemed to turn heads. Chloe’s plane touched down in Rio around 7 pm. She was so excited for the week
The breakfast was great, and Hank and the boys ate like it was their first meal in days. Sarah thought they might be getting used to nice hot meals. She smiled as she thought of how good it made her feel to be appreciated in such a small way
Please rate and comment Prior: Kelsey – “No Dad Stop.” Prior: Kelsey - “Dad that cannot happen Again” Prior: Kelsey - “Paying The Rent” Prior: Kelsey – “Dad, how could you let that man do THAT to me.” Prior: Kelsey – “Dad – this is like really SICK



The Bimbo Formula Chapter 2: Injecting the Bimbo's Ass Copyright 2015 Frank A faint bell roused me from sleep, the bed rocking as my wife shifted. I was still buzzing from yesterday as I rose from the depths of unconsciousness