Masturbation - Page 170



The pizza was good. And just as well. The air was still a little heavy between Emma and I so the conversation was slow to get going. Becky was doing her best to keep things light and moving along and soon the atmosphere had thawed a little



EXTRA 1 Part 2 'Dirty House Call' It was time for another dirty house call. He hoped that mother and daughter, Deb and Claire, were ready because today he was fired up



By eight o’clock, Maggie had showered, dressed, and put on makeup, She wore white shorts with a blue spaghetti string tank-top. She looked for her purse, keys, and sunglasses, but remembered them to be on the kitchen counter



The air is crisp. The smell of mildew, flowers and fresh grass comes up my nose, igniting a wonderful sense of relaxation. I feel a slight tickle on my chest - a small buzz, scratching gently. I open my eyes laying next to me is the most beautiful person in the world


These are the continuing misadventures of my cyber wife as a teenage schoolgirl and this story follows on from School Dayz – Part 1 which is the start of the story. None of my stories are intended to offend in any way but are very descriptive and cover many areas of fantasy
“Regina, May you please stay after class so we can discuss your performance in my classroom.” “Ok Mr. X” Mr. Xavier was a new teacher at Demion High, home of the fighting Demons. The head master was always a little cautious when hiring male teachers at his all female school



Ever since I was 8 years old I have been humping my Teddy Bear. It's quite bigwell big enough that is. What I would do for a human-sized one Lately I have started broadcasting shows. I loved the idea of kinky old men wanking to me facefucking my poor Teddy



Well, to start off with my name is April, I'm 14, and I'm a guy. I know what you're thinking, April is a girl's name! My parents don't agree. I guess they're ex hippies, so I mean it's lucky they didn't name me Moonbeam or something. I'm 5'6, about 135 lbs, and I have blonde hair
Emma sighed as she flipped through the channels at the Jenkins’ house. They didn't have any of the good stations, something she should have remembered. If she had she would have brought a book or movie. Mrs. Jenkins was out of town for her sister's wedding and Mr


Clara woke up from her sleep in a haze. She was vaguely aware of the sunlight streaming through her curtains and the feeling of a presence by her bed. Turning over, she looked for the presence pervading her senses



Patricia shuffled uncomfortably as she held the pole of the evening bus as she left her afternoon classes and stared out at the darkening skies. She felt some one brush up against her and heart jumped into her chest as she felt the electricity spread from his touch


I picked my 5-year-old up and kissed him hard on the cheek…it was puffed and full of cheerios and he didn’t like it one bit! He whimpered a little but was too tired to protest much. I then kissed my husband on his big, Mick Jagger lips


KVK’s back, my friends! My sincerest apologies for taking so long



Here it is, Part 2. If you want more, just keep letting me know. :) Part 2: The change begins. After I had come back into consciousness, light was already seeping into the room It was already morning
The Island Part 3 Chapter One I knew I was dreaming. I had to be dreaming. I was running towards a burning tree, but the closer I got to it, the more it seemed like it was burning water. A huge burning waterfall. Josh was just about to jump into the pool of water when I woke up