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My neighbour Jack had been on edge for days. He had arranged to take his young wife Doris to visit friends on Saturday night, and he couldn't wait for the weekend to come



Sharing Cindy Chapter 29 “Fun in Florida; Part 1” The following is part one of what happened on one of our vacations to sunny Florida. Cindy loves the beach



We had talked about having a threesome/moresome, but we'd never had the courage to ask anybody. So when we'd had a few too many drinks at the bar and our new friends, two juniors in college, had been telling us about their new apartment I suggested they show it to us
Part 13 – Jim watches Sarah Laura walked over to Sarah, carrying a thick robe and hand towel. She offered her hand to Sarah who took it and rose to her feet. She took the robe and slipped it over her shoulders covering her naked body



Cock+Pussy & more Cock: Today, I get to record a fantasy that I have had for some time. It's of me, my friend and his lady. We have come to the desert again and I have decided to take a walk over to my friends house, it being a very pleasant and warm morning


This is for Richie who inspired me with Tracey None of my stories are intended to offend so please read the description before reading the story as this will usually contain any warnings
The Girl Scout Troop dropped Rosie off to go door-to-door selling Girl Guide cookies. It was a nice day for going door-to-door. Unfortunately, as Rosie looked around, she realized this was a very run-down part of town. Sales would be difficult
Chapter 6, In which Jenny gets her job I knew how to get back and forth to the airport, my hotel, my clients, and a sampling of restaurants. I'd never even gotten my ears pierced, much less thought of doing anything more radical. Of course I called Jenny
College : by the Id of Sid I started at State College in the Fall like planned. The summer was difficult, but I focused on the “light at the end of the tunnel”. My anonymity of being at a 20,000 student school away from home, away from the leering eyes, away from the past
By the time we returned to our holiday villa, it was well past 11 o’clock. The combination of a late dinner and Julie’s desire for an extended masturbation on the walk back had taken us into the quieter part of the evening
It was a Friday afternoon and I had finished up my assignment in the Boston area early. I headed to the airport to see if I could catch an earlier flight. I dropped off the rental car and on the bus ride to the terminal got the dreaded airline phone call


Author's note: This is a story, and the author is aware that it is not 100% historically accurate, although efforts have been made to ensure some degree of realism. It is a work of fiction, however, and intended to be no more than that



“Have Massage Table, Will Travel” reads the card of a man. I'm in my late forties. Healthy and interested in staying that way. So I'm in good shape and like to ride my bike, walk, hike, workout at my home with weights, stretching and Martial Arts