Male and Teen Female - Page 97
"So how does it taste?" "It tastes like crap," Ruby blurted out smugly as she scarfed down a slice of lemon meringue with an exaggerated wince on her face. She still held onto that ch!ldlike honesty but mixed it with teenage sarcasm



"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
'Up there,' and Gus pointed to what appeared to be a row of large mirrors on the first floor, 'are the viewing rooms.' He smiled at the young woman's frown. 'They're one-way glass,' he said. 'Not mirrors
I am Josh, a 31 year old who lives in Los Angeles and works for one of the prestigious universities out here. My life could have been headed in an entirely different direction had a basketball injury in my senior year while playing for the very college I now work for not happened
The first time I saw her I was taken in by her beauty. She was 18 years old, 5’6” tall, and 110 pounds with a nice tight ass and a set of c cup breasts that were so firm that they barely jiggled when she walked


Day Nine I woke up in bed groggy and stiff. I cracked my eyes open and winced, shutting them quickly against the light flooding through my bedroom window. It was morning and I was back in my bed. I groaned, my head spinning and still a little sluggish from the day before
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My name is William, 34 years old and this is my story. When I was 15, my father molested an orphan that i thought would be my adopted sister. Her name is Veronica. She was 14 when my father started coming to her room at night and do some nasty things with her



My name is Jennifer. I’m 37 years old, mother to two children, and married for 14 years. My husband who recently turned 40 is an attractive, intelligent, successful, and a terrific provider to our children whom he loves dearly
************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************* This story contains loads of paranormal stuff as well as magic and (gasp) a plot
Folks, if the formatting has gone to hell in the transition, my apologies July 1st. Molly Malone's Irish pub, Helsinki. I was there with someone I had met on msn - we were (are) both in our (then early) 40s. We met at 5p.m


Fbailey story number 425 The Finger Lie Detector My wife just started calling it ‘the finger’ after I used it on her a few times. It was my ‘lie detector’ finger. I would have her strip naked and get on all fours then stick my middle finger up her ass
Years ago, before I was married, I was dating a girl named Wendy. Our sex life was great, and one night, I found a copy of Penthouse Letters under her bed. Pages were folded over to a number of different stories. They all involved three-ways with another guy



I have discovered over the years that hiding in the shadows or fucking younger family members can be inherently risky to ones freedom. I have a pretty good gig going here that is a whole lot less risky and a lot less difficult



My first Author note: This is my first story I have ever written like this so I would be grateful if you didn't leave hateful comments about it. I would like good comment on how I can improve on my writing only. If this isn't your thing that read something else please