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Mrs. Jenny Li watched the last of her high-school class rush out the door to start summer vacation. Twelve years teaching and it was always the same; the kids couldn’t wait to get out of school



I was just waking up, after a long night of studying. I could hear my Mom, yell something down the stairs. I rolled out of bed. I barely got a pair of boxers on and a t-shirt before my Mom opened my bed room door. “Morning.” She said. I smiled



We landed in Cancun. Me and Violet walk through the airport and get through customs and all that TSA bullshit. When we get to the resort, we are greeted by Jacob. He's my best friend and the reason I'm even on this trip. "Hey Luke!" He approaches me with and we hug each other
LIFE IN THE ENGLISH COUNTRYSIDE Just because it's a quiet village, it doesn't mean that nothing underhanded ever happens. …….. Frank and Vera bought a thatched-roof cottage on the edge a small English village, surrounded by miles of green fields



What did I look like, 5’8, 19 years old, sweating my ass off on a little Huffy mountain bike that I ain’t rode since middle school? It was now a rusty, squealing, piece of shit. My clothes were sticking to me because of this damn summer heat



"Chikane!" A loud moan resounded in the room and echoed, in the room were two panting females, one was on top of the older woman. Their bodies taut and covered in a sheen of sweat. The older female, sighed, breathlessly pulling the more younger one closer to her heated body



Three weeks now and Mrs. Lucy Harper, (43), the school teacher, was incessantly forced to submit to the gang’s pitiless orders to perform
A Malibu suburb, 7:15pm. A meeting of the members of the Zulu Society was in order. The Zulu society was a private club for Black men (and some women) in the area. The base of operations was an expensive piece of real estate overlooking the Hills



Jason and Emily May 20 2014 Jason was the typical stereotype "geek" in high school but I found him beautiful. he had crystal blue eyes, long curly shoulder length jet black hair,weighed in around 195-210 and was 6'3
Betty awakened to the sound of water running in her bathroom. It took her a moment to remember that she hadn’t fallen asleep alone. Bill had come to see her that morning. She was laying on her side, facing away from the bathroom door
My name's Pete. I'm 64, recently widowed and living in a retirement community. I've found fun and sexual fulfillment where I didn't expect to. I'll tell you how that all came down. I moved to Senior Meadows shortly after my wife's passing



I It was about 4:30 on a Thursday afternoon, and I was sitting in the den watching a porno movie. The picture quality was terrible, but that was expected. It was spy porn, captured by a camera hidden in a motel room
This is a true story. And while complete in itself readers are advised to read the 3 preceding parts to better understand the whole situation. Those offended by mature/young gay sex are advised not to read this. Hot and Hard. The Saga of Ajay and Raja Concludes. Part 4



CHAPTER SIXTEEN 4TH THURSDAY Mike is up at four thirty and showering. He can't sleep. He goes back and shuts off the alarm so it won't sound out later. He gets dressed and goes to his office. He pulls the files and studies them then throws them into his briefcase



I had worked every year at the Roscoe Farm since I was 16 to make some extra money. I had worked the past summer helping with the corn and helping around the farm. It was no surprise they called and ask for me to work during the pumpkin season