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Ellie’s POV continued: I am standing here looking at my son and my the two that are like daughters to me staring back at me with a mixture of confusion and disappointment. Karen and Lil Heath are admiring the picture. “ See Heathie this is my daddy
Please make sure you've read Part 1 first. This is a continuation of a previous story! PLEASE LEAVE A COMMENT TOO! .
My name is Pete. I'm a retired American living in Mexico right next to the border with the U.S. I'm divorced and my children are grown. I don't see them any because they're afraid of the border violence
The Goddess of the Land stood in front of her temple with her arms raised to the night sky. She was wearing a white ceremonial robe that she and Elaine had designed. It was open in the front exposing her unscarred belly to reveal that the gods had healed her wounds



This is the continuing saga of Triple Play, a wonderful threesome/poly relationship between Adam, Missy and Chris. Please read Part One first! I'd written this for Amazon (it is still on there somewhere in the recesses I assume) but it wasn't selling well



"Oh my god, why does time have to move so slowly?!" Allison whispered quickly to Jennifer as the two girls stared at the clock during seventh period math class. There were only two more weeks of classes left in their junior year


Sorry it took so long for me to get back to the story. Life, work and my women come first. I have blocked comments because they seem to have tuned into a perv magnet for idiots posing as young boys looking for younger girls and vice versa
Husband showdown My name is Jon and I'm a 35 year old investment banker. I have been married to Suzan for 8 years
The Birthday Bash “Drinks all around. Save one for the birthday boy.” Aunty Anne yelled in the crowded bar. Everyone cheered. Let me describe my Aunty. She’s walking sex, tall willowy, long deep red hair and an ass that won’t quit. I’ve wanted her ever since I realized I had a dick



Chapter IV Linda and Cindy, and a little history. After work Friday afternoon, I stocked up on groceries, stopped off at the liquor store, and went home for a shower and nap before Linda was scheduled to arrive at eleven or so



Mind-Controlled Blowjob Bliss Chapter Six: Blown by the Fertile MILF A Belt Buckle Mind-Control Story By mypenname3000 Copyright 2020 Notes: Thanks to WRC264 for beta reading this! Things changed at school rather quickly



The doorbell chimed loudly as I sat in the living room, accompanied by Mom and Elizabeth. Usually, we’d be fucking like animals right about now, but we just sat, watching some bland TV show like a regular, boring family
We meet at the bar and have some cocktails and shots of tequila. You are wearing a sexy skirt and blouse, and I am wearing shorts and a golf shirt



The palpable music moved through the gyrating crowd, pulsating life and controlling the flailing movements loosely termed dancing
Chapter 19 <i> A reminder that this is part of a Non-Consent/Reluctance series. If you don’t want to read about sex where someone is put into that position, then stop now and move on