Reluctance - Page 30
Shay was devastated after that night. She wasn’t the same person, she went through a total transformation. She quit going out with her friends, didn’t date, gave away all her sexy, eye-catching outfits, she only wore black now, and quit doing anything to draw attention to herself



Terry's tits are a little saggy. I don't understand how you can be that skinny, have tits that small, and have tits that sag a little. Whatever. I didn't hire her because she's real pornstar material. I hired her because she's a skinny 95lbs waif, and she's naive and unexperienced



First, a bit of background; I was married later in life (55) to the Grandmother of the subject of this story, Rhianna. I had known her about the same time as her grandmother.



Thanks to garbonzo607 for his insightful edits. =================================== I knew where I was as soon as the blue light penetrated my eyelids. My eyes flew open, but I was disappointed to see I was the only person in the room
Things changed over the next few weeks, Cynthia was still my unofficial girlfriend. But her sister, Bella, and I became more and more exclusive. I got caught by my parents sneaking back into the house after a night with Bella
My father works for a large Fortune 500 company, and they hold a week-long convention every year. The entire trip is paid for by the company, so my father enthusiastically attends



“Touch me…” His mother pleaded in a gentle whisper, her small hand placed softly on his naked, strapping thigh. His stomach was in knots. “I know, it’s… different… to think about,” reassurance in her voice as she slid closer to him on the bed, pushing her naked body onto her son
= = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = WARNING! All of my writing is intended for adults over the age of 18 ONLY. Stories may contain strong or even extreme sexual content
The minute I saw her I knew I had to have her. There she was, with an inviting smile, wavy shoulder length brunette hair dressed in a sexy business suit that curved in all the right areas. Underneath her picture it read "Sandy Braxton - Top selling agent for the second year in a row"
Judy went off by herself where she could keep an eye on the driveway. Dinner was on hold for thirty minutes when Judy came storming down stairs to confront Joy as she sipped wine at the prepared table



Mahendranath, age 52, clad in white Panjabee suit, sat on the king-size bed supporting his back completely on the pile of soft pillows at the headrest of the bed. He was absently flicking his overgrown, full set of mustache that almost hung on either side of his lips



When I was 16 I found myself working in a local grocery store. It was my first real job, kind of boring, not much real work being done. Just something I could do after school and on the weekends to earn some money



“Ashley, please! Tim help! Ehhr ow ouch fuck! That hurts!” Oriana screamed. “Ashley! Knock it off or I might do something stupid!” The sounds of struggle stopped and Ashley’s laughter replaced it



Kate and Amanda are both 18. Kate is 5'7'' and Amanda is 5'4''. Kate has tan skin as well as dark brown hair and deep brown eyes. Amanda has a much lighter shade of skin and has blue eyes and blonde hair. Both are beautiful girls that many would envy



"Lauren's not here." It was the first thing Jen said to me when I came in the door. It had been almost a month since I was here last. "That's okay. Maybe I'm here just to see you." It really didn't matter to me either way