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It was 1975 and I had been a paper boy for five years. Though I was getting tired of it and considered the job beneath my status as a now legal adult at the ripe age of 18, I just couldn’t find anything else
One piece of information I didn't expect to get in Dylan's email collection was the user name my Mom used on Chat Avenue, the adult chat room where they apparently met



People think when they are traveling if they want a good meal then stop where they see truck drivers stop.Well that is just a myth, yes the food might be good but it is really about the waitresses . As a tractor trailer driver my self I spent many hours alone on the road



house Whats a boy to do Last friday Bart spent the night fucking his aunt Selma and Patty Bouvier his mothers older sisters and he would never have even thought of such a thing under normal circumstances but for what had happened the week before with his sister Lisa and his best friend milhouse



Please read the first part. It has been years since I wrote the first part By the next day, her hands had healed and didn't need my help at all. I had slept till late after fapping the fuck out of myself. I hadn't expected her to be such a perv
Fbailey story number 370 The Construction Crew I was surprised to find a ‘Road Construction Crew’ way out there in the boondocks repairing a small bridge. The flagman held the ‘stop sign’ facing me so I slowed to a full stop
To start my story my name is Gus I live on a 500 ac. ranch in the middle of Texas with my girlfriend Kay . We are both in our 40s and are at peace with our life we stay healthy working out in our home gym
Am a 10 year old fellow, with some good looks, a very pleasing behaviour, that is to the public, in all am taken for a good kid
I hated this bitch next door. I mean hate. she never been anything but rude to me. She complains and often calls the cops whenever I play guitar, she tells me my grass needs moving cause my house makes her's look bad. I hated her fuckin guts, but she was quite a cute woman
It was New Year’s Eve and I was driving to meet Monica to spend the weekend with her. She and her husband Clark had separated and we were going to celebrate the holiday together. I loved her and all I could see was a bright future together
I stretched out of the sofa, glass of wine in hand with one of the local station playing in the background
For years I fantasized about my Mother. She was the first woman I ever imagined fucking. I jerked off to the thought of her placing my cock in her mouth after she took a long drag on her cigarette


this is the story of my first time having sex with a women i had had sex before this but with guys



Barged Into Mom Like all young men, or most of them I would think, maybe even older men too, the first thing I do upon awakening is reach for my crotch for that reassurance that it’s still there, still working, or just to say good morning to a dear friend
It was a Monday afternoon. I had flown into the town where my mom lived for a two week visit. It had been about 18 years since seeing each other, and this was the first time I was able to come and visit. We had chatted via E mail, and talked on the phone from time to time