Reluctance - Page 68



Part two of the story of Debbie and the twins. The first half here is mostly character and story line development, and it’s somewhat long. Please read “Babysitting the Twins Again” (which is part 1) for the background story. The setting here is three months later



***************************************** Hey guys, first story of mine. It's just something I threw together real quick so it is a little short and rough



As I unlocked the door and entered the house, I felt like someone was there. Dropping my backpack by the stairs I turned to find myself face-to-face with a man standing in my doorway



Please go to DB's thread for comments. Friend’s note: Please, for the sake of my skill, and future editing, if you give a negative vote, please leave a comment so that I can improve
Chapter One My sister should have known better. Our mother was fanatically against drugs of any kind. She would rail about kids using drugs, and preached to us all the time about how we dare not ever smoke or drink or take any kind of drugs unless there was a prescription



Daddy's Girl - A Father's Desires Series Chapter 1 It started shortly after my mother had died in a car crash, on my eighteenth birthday. The night of her funeral to be exact. My father wasted no time
Welcome to the Working Week written by Marc Rollins “You’ve go to do it till you’re through, so you’d better get to it.” “Now that your picture is in the paper, being rhythmically admired, you can have anyone that you have ever desired.” “ Get it on, right on



Chapter one My Inception means my Beginning.. When I was 12 I got a job delivering milk to households in an area not too far from my home in the small west coast town that I grew up in



It would be a good idea to read the previous chapters as knowing some of the history involved will certainly help in understanding the underlying theme of this and any other future chapters. As I have mentioned in an earlier chapter I’m 32 years old



A Ghostly Haunting Chapter Five by Simon Fear Ashley was laying on the hospital bed her legs spread and up in stir-ups. The small hospital gown she was wearing was pushed up to right below her tits her whole bottom half exposed to the doctor and nurse who was in front of her



This is another Deirdre tribute from 1994. Enjoy! Voicemail by Virtual Scott I was in my daughter Mimi's room balancing the phone handset on one shoulder and trying to paw through the stack of college admissions paperwork. I'd gotten a busy signal again



The Secret Cheerleader Vote - #8 The next day was Sunday, so Zane slept in. He was exhausted from the previous night’s activities and the fitful sleep that followed. He spent the entire night dreaming of the things he had seen



The Park Bathroom Changed My Life By Tikiman Derek went first and checked out that the coast was clear. I looked around one last time to make sure that no one saw a girl in a skimpy bikini running into a men’s room



Tiffany sprinted from William’s office sobbing her eyes out and straight to the bathroom where she washed her mouth out with cold water. She brushed out the dried up cum that had become matted in her long locks and scrapped her hair back into a ponytail
I have been married 4 times in my life. The thing about that is it has only been to two women. Yes, two women. I married my first wife three times in 12 years. Now your thinking I'm either crazy or dumb. I was young and wanted my marriage with the mother of my kids to work out