Masturbation - Page 37



I used to go on work trips with my dad during the summer because he would go to a bunch of fun places. One of the best times I had was in Hawaii. I spent hours alone on the beach drinking all the virgin pina coladas I could get my hands on and was working on one hell of a tan
Voyeur for the first time I had come back home from a semester of college to stay with my mom. It had been a tough time academically, but I made it through. I had not had much time for myself because of the class loads that I had, and that made it a hard year sexually as well



When I went to stay at my friend Kyle's farm to look after his dogs and horses, I never said anything to my girlfriend Jen



This story is entirely fiction and the characters used are in no way real persons. This story contains underage sex and is only intended for entertainment purposes. If you have a problem with under age sex then please do not read this story



***Due to some publishing denials I cut two sections, sorry I guess. Maybe I'm wrong in the head*** First off, I haven’t written anything in years, something possessed me this last week and all I did was work on this



Chapter 1: Blonde Twincest: The Beginnings Cody and Zack were walking to school together, holding hands. That morning they had announced their relationship to their mother and the rest of the Tipton staff and planned to do the same with all their friends at school



I’m now in my mid 50’s, full figured (chubby) woman who is divorced and single for over 5 years. I’m trying to get fitter and lose weight and my next door neighbours allow me to use their treadmill in their garage to walk for exercise every morning between 7-9 am
It was summer and I was 13. For a couple of months I had begun to realize something. My body had been changing a lot lately. I had gotten my period this past year and that's when my boobs really started to grow. My bras were 32B and they were too small



1. We stand outside the house, altogether there’s six of us, me and five of my nest. I look around at my people, “you all remember the plan?” I ask not bothering to keep my voice too quiet as I can hear the rapid thump of drum n bass from within the house



The inside of my thigh was damp and sticky, where I had oozed so much pre-cum inside my own pyjamas. The stuff was everywhere and Michael, meanwhile, had just rolled onto his stomach, on top of a load of his own spurting cum that had fallen on the sheets



With the door closed, and her parents downstairs, Kacey figured she and Sam could talk over what Liz had told them. The room seemed a lot bigger with the second bed gone, even though the bed Kacey slept in was now bigger. She felt like she had a lot more room



Chapter 12 Lonely Julie Last Chapter When the 11 year olds Mandy and Timmy had headed for the beach Julie and Sally went with the 14 year old boys Terry and Hank, who was Mandy’s brother



Hey guys. This is my first story, be kind. Any feedback will be appreciated. ________________________________________________________ This is important for later on in the story. I'm putting it here now so it doesn't look like I just added it later on



The Story of Ann This is a story written for and about one of the wonderful women I have met on sites like this, and is somewhat different than my usual writings
Well your aware of my injury, from that dastardly husband of Mary's. I had time off work from that assault, so naturally, I receive phone calls asking about my health from friends and family