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The Devil's Pact, The Ghost of Paris edited by Master Ken Copyright 2014 Chapter Eleven: Lazy Saturday Saturday, September 28th, 2013 – Paris, Texas My pecker was like a slab of cement, poking into the soft ass of my bedmate, when I was wakened by the rising sun
It was a dark and windy nite. Just kidding, but we had just come back from the club, and were hot and horny for some kind of sexual adventure



Jordan and Christina left her house with her locking the door. They got into her car. She noticed her elderly next door neighbor who was doing yardwork watching them



Dressed in her usual casual Jeans and loose sweat top, Kay climbed the big wooden staircase. The old dark portraits all stared back at her, filling her with a sense of unease. The squeak of her trainers echoed around the vast building. She’d answered an ad for a maid
Sharing Cindy Chapter 10 Thank you all for continuing to read about my adventures with my beautiful wife. These stories all happened over the early years of our relationship



THE NEXT MORNING.. For the first time in a long time, I was able to sleep great through the night without having to wake up, that’s because Darla & I cuddled up after our love making & ass pounding. But that was nothing compared to what & who I woke up to the following morning
I wrote the first part of this several years ago. I have kind of abandoned XNXX, but I was just laying about the house this afternoon surfing the net, and I came across the original story. It deserved an ending, so here's the rest



-Part I- I like church girls. I guess that's my MO. Won't every catch me though, that "good girl" tendency is the closest thing to a pattern they'll find. There’s always a pattern though. Constantly plagued by it
THE HUNT, Chapter 6: A COMING STORM We are told by the seamstress that the clothes that Tupac requested for me would be ready in a couple days. I had to laugh at the reaction from the guys



"Hey, you wanna go to a party tonight? I know it's last minute but it should be fun." I looked over at my boyfriend, Ryan, "Sure, if you don't leave me by myself this time." He laughed, "I promise, I won't wander off and leave you all by yourself
Maternal Instinct Chapter 3 As the limo rolled down the road Denzell offered Marybeth some champagne. He advised her she really should drink a bit. Marybeth did a little bit and felt it hit her like a ton of bricks
The next morning, i wake up around 4am very early Helen was vomiting, she appologised for waking me up. I replied, dont be, your sick, stay in bed. Ill head home ok. Helen smiled and said I'll phone you later. I got up got dressed and went downstairs


CHAPTER TWO: CHALLENGE DAY 1 The home we were brought to the night before the challenge was to begin had the appearance of something constructed to remind you of a palace from a time long ago



After almost a year of being Mr. Miller’s little slut, things changed drastically. The Wednesday after Mr. Miller and Sheriff Own double cocked my cunt, then watched me fuck a horse things got very bad. I came home from school and my father looked very serious and sad
Summer had become fall and we were back at school, my brother, now 15, our next door neighbor Danny, now 15, and me, Eileen, now 9 after having been used by the boys for sex during the boring days of August