Virginity - Page 65
I'd never had sex with anyone before meeting Lou. I'd had girlfriends, but we were just fumbling around. I'd had my hand up a few skirts and fingered a couple of girls but we weren't old enough to go further
A VERY LONG TRIP My wife had been gone for four years. She didn’t die she “wanted her freedom” so she divorced me, took all she wanted of her things (which was practically nothing), and headed southwest with a strange, long haired, dark skinned younger guy she had met at the gym..
I pulled out of my daughter’s back yard before sunrise the next morning still wondering about my stay here in Florida. I had had intercourse with my 17 year old grand daughter and relations with my 14 year old one
During Sex Ed, Coach taught us all the same shit he taught us last year. But I really paid attention to when Coach started showing us how to put a condom on. We all sat on the mini bleachers while Coach demonstrated the proper way to put a condom on
Chapter One As I tried to shower out the sand from my hair I thought about his possible reactions if I attempted to make a seductive move on him. We’d spent the afternoon at the beach, talking, swimming and enjoying a drink at the beach front bar afterwards
This is part one so it has more story line than sex part two will have alot more sex but part one is still really hot for pictures of me and Scott email me at I was new in town didn't know any one and no one knew me



Little Katie and her DUI-Blackmail for Uncle Don Katie was Don Parker’s great niece, by marriage… a granddaughter to his wife’s sister. She grew up as a beautiful, loving child, as did her two sisters and her brother



"This is pointless," grumbled Aaron as he stood with his twin brother, Mark, outside the newsagents. "We should keep trying," Mark insisted. "Yeah, but we've asked three people already. It 'aint gonna work," insisted Aaron. "It will. Eventually." "I dunno


The Yard Sale I am not a yard sale kind of guy. However as I drove past this farmhouse way out in the country I saw a tiny sign that said “Yard Sale.” The sign was being held up by a very pretty young lady
I wasn't happy with the original version, so I went through and added some things, as well as correcting mistakes. Hopefully I got most of them. Enjoy :) I glanced across at her and laughed



Hey there. Before anything I would like to tell everyone that this is my first ever story. I'm not to confident with my self yet but if you enjoyed it than a rating would be nice. Also English is not my mother language. I've studied English and lived in the USA for a few years
Fbailey story number 445 Rest Stop Quickie I had been cruising down the highway with my parents for several days. Why we had flown out to California to drive Grandpa’s Old Cadillac home I’ll never understand. We drove ten freaking hours a day, every day
In Last part You Read "I kept on sucking her nipples and pressing her boobs with one hand and caressing her back with other hand. Her back was also very smooth
WASHING THE NEIGHBOR’S FIRE TRUCK “Hey Rachel, Ray’s washing the fire truck,” I hollered down the stairs. Before I could turn around Rachel came bounding up the stairs and we both ran to the store room where the telescope was waiting
This is a true story about a girl I use to see every so often when she would come up to visit her friend Tammy. Bernadette was her full name but we just call her Bernie. Her father was the principal of our school and she really had a crush on me at the time