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Auntie Made Me Cum.With Her Feet This is the second part to come from Made Me Cum Series Read the first one to understand the background of this story

Damn. It's hard to choose, almost impossible. Why do I have to pick myself? Why do I keep finding myself in places like this? I'm trapped between the devil and the deep blue sea. Between a rock and a hard place. Between Vicky and Lola. Lola's on the right

Snow College, the community college where I briefly attended, had many prohibitions against basic man-whoring activities

Carol in Mexico Carol is 39 and holding. Her ex bought her a pair of ‘C’ cups that are perfect for her slim frame. Nature gave her marvelous legs; she keeps them firm and slim. Blue eyes and a pleasant face don’t tell the real story, though

My story takes place when I was about 23 years old. I got in some trouble and ended up in jail. It was county lock up, not prison. I was put in a unit with some pretty hard core felons. Some of whom were on their way to, or back to prison. There were several black guys in the unit

I had always had this fantasy of being tied up and men having their way with me. Well, one evening before my husband Louis set out to run some errands, he instructed me to slip into something white and sheer. He wanted it very see through, as if I had nothing on

From Lonely Housewife to Perverted Slut Chapter 12 re-posted Edited by a friend

Author's note: What to expect: This story is about light (very light) and playful spanking and people who are married, but not to one another. Stop reading if this isn't for you. Thanks! (c) J2Two

I was 14 that summer and so was she. She knew that I had always looked at her ass as she walked bybut how could you not stare at a nice, fresh, tight ass? every guy wants one. My friend and I had decided to go over to her house and see what she was doing. we were bored..

Bree 8 THE REUNION by Rodeotexas June 2010 Our Related Stories in Succession. It is advisable to read them in order as the stories transcends to the next one: 1. Bree1 – Kate- Story for Texans, the prequel to: 2. Bree 2 – Girlfriend’s Big Surprise 3

This past Christmas,I was asked an unusal favor by one of my friends.He was looking for a date for his company Christmas Party at an exclusive local club.He approached both me and my wife and asked if one of her girlfriends would be interested

My wife Sue and I went on a camping holiday a couple of years ago which led to more than was in the brochure. We went to a wooded camp site in the South of France and on arrival, found that the nearby beach had a nudist area

It's 30 minutes past 6 pm already. My husband is late again and I start to get upset. I cooked a special dinner for him and I was hoping we would be able to spend some time together while the kids were gone. An hour later he walks into the door

This story starts in the summer of 1987

My Boyfriend, My Neighbor and Me My boyfriend is a college student and is often busy working on assignments so, he is unable to stay over. This was one of those nights. Despite my pleas for him to stay so we could fool around, he just kissed me and out the door he went

Forward…..This IS a true story! I have changed the names to protect the people involved. “Jen” has been a real asset helping me write this and without her, I couldn’t have put it all together

Obeying Katie It all started one day at the laser hair removal salon. I never had much body hair and so when I was very young, 14 or so, I started trimming or shaving my abdomen, pubis, genitals, perineum and perianus

This is a true story. The names have been changed. First, a little backstory. My wife, Julie and I got married at a young age. She was 18 and I was 21

I gulped. “What do you want me to wear?” “It’s going to be hot. Wear as little as possible, but put on a hat. You do have a hat, don’t you?” I didn’t. “That’s all right, I’ll give you one of mine,” Dina said

Note: This is my first story, I’ve been reading these since i was 17 and i decided to add some of my adventures so enjoy and please only constructive criticism Waking up on the morning of April first I was angry