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Haunted by the Futa Ghost Chapter Thirteen: Possessed by the Futa Ghost By mypenname3000 Copyright 2017 I gripped my gohei as I thrust my hand at the rice paper door. The roars of Mitsuko's possessed father resounded through it. Shadows moved



Harry spent the next two days with Ginny until classes started up again. The first class Harry, Ron and Hermione had was Transfiguration. Prof. Radcliff was not taking it easy on them either. Since they were taking N.E.W.T
Author’s note: This is the fictional former playboy playmate, Julianne’s second story and it takes place around two months after her first story (part 4 in the series). Her first story is an interracial one that basically establishes her depression



I guess I had been lucky to get a decently well paid job when Governor Wilson had hired me to wade through his grandfather's collection, but despite the monetary gain, the work was rather arduous
It was late as I finally opened the door to our flat. Only to hear gunshots and screams. I groaned. It had been a long hard day and I had totally forgotten about the 'boys night'. Well, that was what my husbands called it anyway. Booze, war movies, too many fags and his, our, best mate



It was funny, Ethan thought, how even a little time can change so much. It had only been around a month since he had been sat right here, his mind wandering from the subject at hand, whatever that had been, calculus maybe, to stare out of the window and watch the rain
His talented tongue was doing incredible things to her as he licked all around her wetness. Heformed a point with the tip of his tongue, and slid it up the left edge of her pussy



The First Day "Oof" I grunted, as I took another big, heavy box off the trailer and started to walk it up the driveway. It was a beautiful clear day, and the sun was hot against my skin and at any other time I'd be loving it - but not today. Today was moving day



Collision Course part 4 Kelly: what the fuck are you doing to my baby?? The lovers heard as they snapped their heads toward the kitchen and saw their mother standing there. Kelly had just come back from the mall and walked into her house and was horrified by what she was seeing
With 3 days to go until Halloween, Taylor was planning on hitting at least one party in those 3 nights. Hitting more than one would be tough because of her dad making her get a job to help her have some spending money while he paid for school
In response to numerous requests, here's another chapter in the saga of Ranchland. If there's enough interest, we can keep this story going for another 13 chapters. I can only count to 20, using all my fingers and toes . . . 21, if I get a good hard-on . .
Fbailey story number 230 My Wife And Our Neighbor I have absolutely the most wonderful wife in the whole world. We have had our ups and our downs like any married couple but it has lasted through the test of time
This is a work of fiction and all participants are over the age of 18. Chapter 1 Maria Baker had watched anxiously as her daughter Steph grew up


The Rogue's Harem Book One: Rogue's Sultry Women Part Six: A Father's Lusts By mypenname3000 Copyright 2018 Chapter Sixteen: Patrol Zanyia – The Princedom of Kivoneth, The Strifelands of Zeutch My tail swished back and forth as I rubbed my cheek into Master's leather jerkin



“I was 18!” The thought raced through my mind, over and over again. I was free. The gambling, the smoking (not that I wanted to), the ability to have my own home, but best of all was that I could stroll into the local sex store and purchase anything of my choice