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“Hello” I said as I answered the phone on the third ring. “Hello lover” I heard Helen’s soft, sexy voice purr into the phone. “Hi sweetheart, how are you doing today?” I asked, my cock starting to get hard just at the sound of her voice. “Better now that I know you’re alone

I hate interviews

For the themes, I want to put "and more". But, I promise, No Male on Male. You fuckers are in luck. I couldn't sleep

The Plumber’s Daughter-Chapter 4 By Beagle9690 October 2015 Author’s Note: as with the previous Chapters I continue to delve in detail into Marie and Patrick’s past and hint of their future to put their Romance and deep feeling for each other into perspective

Chapter 4 Acting of Lovers She just looked into my eyes with simple contentment. I flexed my still hard cock inside her and as uncomfortable now as my erection had become and painful as it was to me, her eyes opened wider with a look of surprise then bemusement

"Get up shithead!" I'd nearly gotten up and she's already yelling at me. My first day at a new school, and this is how it starts out! My moms a drunk, she's been through rehab multiple times without recovering

By popular demand (well….. a couple of readers asked) I’ll submit a third chapter for this series. The first two installments were limited, pretty much, to just the widow (Linda) and myself (Don)

“Are you listening?” My father growls at me as we sit in the fanciest, most expensive restaurant in L. A. “Yeah… yeah, I heard ya. I should be going to Harvard. Blah. Blah. Blah.” I just couldn’t resist

Welcome, this is part 7 of my “Help!” series. Continuing on from Part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4 and part 5, I strongly recommend that you read those parts before reading this if you haven’t already done so. Enjoy..

She walked along a roadway; her car had broken down and she was going to get help, she had forgotten her cell phone back at her house. She wore a black mini skirt, a light pink short sleeved blouse, and navy blue flip-flops

Daddies Girls Well to start with I am 40years old, I have been a widower for the last 5 years, my wife dying in a car accident. My parents are dead and all I have left is 1 child my lovely daughter and my sister and her two children

I shouldered my duffel and exited the plane into the crowded, bustling airport. I followed the signs to baggage claim, weaving in and out of the throng. Finally, I reached it and, above the crowd, spotted my dad

Michael woke up in a daze, confused by his surroundings for a moment. "Darceline?" he murmured as he sat up, starting to remember what happened. The clock read 5:02 a.m., alerting him that he had to get home

PART 1 I have to say; I'm a pretty lucky bloke. My parents are very well off, to the point where my brother and I both have our own houses on the central family estate. I had only turned eighteen a couple of months ago, and my brother just turned twenty-two

"So it's a done deal right? No going back!", I said to Steffan. Steffan and I had drifted apart through the years. He was my second cousin who I used to prefer playing in family gatherings when we were younger. "Yes, meet you up at nine a.m. sharp", he said in his smooth voice

I hope you enjoy the next installment on this story as I certainly have enjoyed writing it. If you like it please let me know, all comments are welcome, like or dislike. I want to hear from you so I can do a better job on the next one

If you have a problem with underage or incest Please just leave the page now! If you are looking for a quick jerk, I totally understand, been there myself, but you might want to look somewhere else first. However PLEASE come back you may enjoy this story

Between the darkness of the forest and the foreboding of the house, there was a garden of extraordinary beauty. Though it had clearly been cultivated with some skill, it was not overly pruned, nor sculpted

It was one of my cousin sister’s marraige . so it was a family get together which meant 7 day long fun . From arrangement to management ..an awesome atmosphere of work and fun combined