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Tabitha lived with her father, two brothers who were twins and two years older than her and her two-year younger sister, on a farm in central Kansas. Everyone called her Tabby. Her mother had died two years ago, when Tabby was twelve

The Prophecy Ch. 3 This is the continuation of the previous chapter, please read to fill in any blanks. I appreciate the feedback and apologize for previous and any future grammatical errors

The next couple of days were more of the same. Kelly and I would wake up, make love, then meet the rest of the family for breakfast. Cami was back to sleeping in her room alone

My Lovely Daughter, Leia When Leia was born she was the most beautiful baby I had ever seen. I had been there for her birth, her 1st birthday and every birthday since. Her mother and I never had any other children until we turned 36 years old, and Leia was 16 years

The following is my attempt to share some of my sexual adventures with members of this forum. I have enjoyed many a story on this site, and hope most of you get the opportunity to live out your fantasies like I have

Welcome back faithful readers Charity Jones here again returning to entertain you with more adventures of my misspent youth. My lat recounting detailed certain highpoints in my life as it transpired through the11th grade in my 16th year of life

JOHN Let me describe a woman to you. She’s eighteen years old, about five-foot-five, and probably around a hundred and ten or so pounds. Now that we've gotten the statistics out of the way, let me paint her picture in your mind

In The Family (Part 4) I woke up to the ringing of my alarm, and immediately felt the weight of something on my left arm and chest. Openeing my eyes I saw skin. Smooth, creamy, beautiful skin, and the peaceful, lovely face of my sleeping sister

My wife had left me almost five years ago, after which my daugher went into a punk-rock stage. It made me feel even older than my 46 years as my little girl looked even more grown up than her 17 years

Chapter 2 What the hell was I going to do? How did she figure out where I lived? Where were the cop cars with the officers ready to haul me away? Cautiously, I opened the door after she knocked a second time. “Um, hi,” I said, brilliant conversationalist I am

Authors Note: This is a long story, containing 10 chapters, a prologue, and an epilogue. All chapters have been submitted and should be posted within a few days of each other. The idea for this story came from a story idea forum

I was finally leaving Tennessee. After a full summer of bad cable, and the highlight of the weekend being grocery trips, I was leaving my grandparents and headed back home. The plane I was taking was a large one

The rest of my workout was spent rigorously trying to expend the energy that had built up in my balls. I had gotten better looking with age, had girlfriends, the occasional hookup and such

*Sorry it took so long. It was a big mistake having her pass out at the end of part 2, it made it very difficult to start part 3.* With a splash of something cold and wet on her face, Emily woke. She instantly regretted it

She was married off young. She was fifteen when she married a thirty-five year old man, his name was Rohan. She was afraid of him, and he was turned on by her. She was short, had well placed curves

"Fuck tonight sucks." I thought to myself as I went to the bathroom on my break. "Something better happen soon or I am going home early tonight

Hey guys. Things got really complicated this time and this chapter almost didn't make it. But it is here. It should be bigger, longer, but I decided to post it before it took an even longer time to post and ended up never doing so. I expect it attends your expectations

CHAPTER 5 Now where was I? Oh yes, I was telling you about Jim's plan to get hold of a pair of unwashed panties, and it was that sunny June morning that really made his mind up for sure

It was Friday afternoon. Last period of the day at Marshall Middle School. Montgomery Sade was in 8th grade American History Class.- I walked in to Mr.C room. Mr.C, was my American history teacher. His first name Carl and last name Fernan. I absolutely hated Mr

I was in the middle of a buffalo hunt and at the end a pavilion was set up. With me there was my mother and someone who was my sister, but she did not look like my real sis. I went for a walk, to a tree in the distance. I was not the only person going that way