Masturbation - Page 126
It was a sunny Friday afternoon. 17 year old Alex made his way down the wooded path. The doppled sunlight fell on his medium length light brown hair that ended in a skater's flip. He had a nice thin, athletic body, and at 6'6", he had to duck under a couple of the branches
The bell finally rang and the school year was over. Aimee shoved her papers into her book-bag, said goodbye to her middle school teacher and quickly tried to find her best friend Julie in the hallway. There were papers all over the floor as a locker clean-up had just taken place
Chapter 11 I Found Love From that day in late September when we watched each other beat off I felt a mutual love develop between us. When we entered through the kitchen, I asked her if she wanted a snack. "I'm so horny, all I can think of is getting off



Training Mother and Her Daughters At age 35, I found myself divorced after fourteen years of marriage, and for the first time in my life, living on my own. My wife and I had married “young”, with me being 21 and my ex being 18 at the time



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



It started off on a Saturday, the perfect day to lose one's virginity, but I really didn't think I was gonna lose it that day. There was a family function and my family got invited to my uncle's house (rukhsar's dad), I wore blue jeans and a red shirt with blue flower patterns
Carrie woke up that morning, it was a new day, and she new it would be a great one at that. There was the family dinner at 12. Then she would go shopping with her best friend at around 2
I was alone in the house. No one was supposed to be home for hours. My mom was working and my little sister, Amy, was at track practice. My name is Bryan. I'm seventeen years old. I was just getting home from basketball practice and needed a shower



Five or Six Big Gulps for Mom It took about five or six big gulps for Mom to swallow my entire load. It seems like the more I have sex with her, the more cum my nuts produce… which is fine with both of us
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



THE FIRST TIME COUPLE: Part 1 This is a fictitious story which I have based on true accounts from friends, along with personal experience
**** ANNABELL **** I always made myself up with a lot of make up, short skirts or short shorts, lots of cleavage. Asking for it I guess. Even though he didn’t come in me I wanted to be positive I wasn’t pregnant. I took a test and it came back negative



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



do you know why people get caught printing fake money? well. its because they print so darn much of it. this was the logic my dad and his friends used when they set up their money printing scheme