Virginity - Page 50
We started kissing and, of course, I let him fondle my breasts. I wasn’t sure how much he knew about my willingness to do other things, but he put his hand on my leg and I allowed him to reach up under my skirt and rub my thigh at the edge of my panties
I attended a friends party last night and got my 16 year old body drunk. I hoped my parents would have been sleeping when I returned home all boozed up, but Dad was awake and smelled the breath of alcohol in my breath. Of course, he was pissed



Before you read my first attempt at ‘fan fiction’ there are a few things I’d like to say. First and foremost, by no means do I intend any disrespect to the incredibly talented J. K. Rowling or her marvelous body of work
I couldn’t bring myself to invite Kristen to come to our small house near the beach. But I wanted to be with her without stirring up a controversy. She offered a solution while we were getting dressed. “We are having our SEX ON THE BEACH Bonfire tonight
LETTER IV You might well be pleased with my last letter but you have merited your own reprimand
*This story was written for a mature audience.If you are under the age of 18 or 21 in some U.S. States, you must not read this Story!* “The numbers are on the fridge, honey.” Mum said, she always worried touch. “C’mon, darling.”Shouted John from downstairs, eager to go
Mixed Metaphors by Old Guy Antonio had legally changed his last name to Miller, as it had originally been the same as a well-known Mafia boss. He was the epitome of a Madison Ave. Advertising agency writer and designer, and only thirty-two years old
I’ve always love watching lesbians having sex with each other or simply watching them kissing and touching themselves, and I always have the fantasy of killing two or more hot lesbians in a lot of different ways and then play and fuck their lifeless corpses without stop until I was tired
Angie really hadn’t been lying when she told Heather her new stepfather was handsome, kind, and rich. If anything, she was underselling just how wonderful he was. He swept them up on a whirlwind of shopping sprees, eager to fulfill any need they had
I landed in Iraq two days later. Waiting for me was an armoured car with several military guards. “Hello Mr. Ryker. My name is Saad. I hope your flight was comfortable. Mr. Husayn is waiting for you at his palace in Adhamiya.” “Good. Take me to him
I lived with my mom until I was nine years old. It was around that time that she developed a pretty bad drinking and drug habit, found a boyfriend who loved to sell drugs and beat her ass regularly. My dad finally had enough, and stepped in and took me away from her


Danielle was turning into a a typical teenager with a sexy figure and the often accompanying self absorbed, high ranking attitude. Well the big titted, shapely, pretty blonde she wasn't typical looking, but for her looks, her emerging outlook was befitting



I'm sorry for last post . David's wife is not Jarrys aunt . That was a mix up and I've already emailed to get it fixed . I'm writing on a iPod device sense my computer died four weeks ago . It makes it very hard to fix problems. I do my best . Read first chapter to understand
Fbailey story number 642 Bra, Panties, And High Heels Mom told Dad and I that we had to attend, that it was required, and that our admission had already been paid. Apparently we had donated several hundred dollars to Breast Cancer Research to save the Ta-tas



Fbailey story number 665 Do You Know What I Saw I had just turned thirteen years old when I first saw my sister’s boyfriend sneak out of her bedroom and then sneak into my mother’s bedroom. It was about one o’clock in the morning because I had to go to the bathroom