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Here's another story guys, its a really slow start, so if that's not your style, this probably isn't for you, but I had fun writing it. And wanted to share another one of my "adventures" (idk what else to call them)
It was coming up to Christmas, Lee and April were happily settled in their new home and their sisters had been coming quite often to stay over and catch up on how things had been going, things were looking good for the whole family



When I was 16 I had a best friend, her name was Lisa. We spent a lot of time together. The summer between the 10th and 11th grade changed both of us. We were both really cute girls, the guys were always looking at us and neither of us had problems getting dates
Uncle Dave had separated the girls into different bathrooms and had them shower so that they had squeaky clean bodies. They were asked to put their hair into pigtails and to wear only a robe when they came back out. He loved girls' hair long . .


Chapter 1 I’m Brandon. I was 36 when this took place a few years back. At the time I was married. 12 years to be exact. Like any married couple, we had our good times and bad. We lived outside of Pittsburgh at the time. I work for a food production company



Sneaking out of class I made my way over to the back of the playing field near the old unused pavilion. I waited for a few minutes then heard the guys pull up in a car, I was so excited already, my nipples poked through my blouse



Raising Peter, Chapter 13 (Share and share alike) ****************************************************************************************** This is a total work of fiction. The story includes incest bi-sexual, group sex, and water sports, among other things



The Payment by by Dunchad© Introduction: This story is a piece of fiction that I wrote for a friend from the site. So mandmd, I hope you like this as much as I liked writing. She sat on the back porch, enjoying the cool day and the breeze wafting through the trees



In order to fully understand my story, you need to first know a couple of things about me. My name’s Alex, I’m about 6ft 2, dark red hair, pale skin, and average weight. I’m not all that hot, after all, I’m technically a ginger, but I’m not ugly
It started out 1 day when I was at my uncle's house and my uncle was at work working the graveyard shift and I was staying the week with them. I was 15 and she was 21 and she owned her own business and was the nicest and most beautiful person I had ever wanted in my life



I Know This Story Isn't That Great, But This Is My First Story, So Don't Critisize
“Do you want another drink?” “No thanks man,” I answered with a dismissive wave of my hand. “I think I’m done for the night.” “Oh come on!” Ryan goaded. “Don’t be a pussy!” I just laughed and shook my head at my friend’s persistence. “Fine,” I responded in resolution
Brrrrrrrrr….Brrrrrrrrrr…Brrrrrrr. Who the hell is calling right now? I thought to myself as I got up from my computer to get my phone. I looked at the caller id and saw Gina, so much went through my head. I hadn’t talked to her in about a year
On the drive home after this more recent exploit I felt a bit unfulfilled. Sure, I've had another orgasm in a way I couldn't have imagined before and didn't really know my pen pal..



I was only seven when my mother and father split up, looking back on it I can honestly say my father was no good for anything! He drank all day and didn't have a job, and on top of that he beat my mum every now and then, not often … but enough