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Chapter one Oliver 'Ollie' Jones took a deep breath, he was sitting at his desk in his home office. He took another sip of coffee, cringing at the temperature, as it had cooled down more than he expected
I sit in the hotel room patiently awaiting her arrival. I just fixed myself another line of cocaine, powdered courage. Adrenaline is making my body shiver from anticipation as if the room is too cold. There's a light knock at the door
My wife Linda and I were stationed in Hawaii. We are both very close to my mother Annie and missed her greatly, When we were both back in New York for Christmas we bought her a new laptop with a built-in webcam so we could keep in touch online
ge of the bed with Joe and I standing on each side of her she is stroking a cock in each hand taking turns sucking and licking them in turn she starts to get really into it as she is deep throating moaning and gaging as she goes on she pulls us up onto the bed by our cocks and we get into position
Sharing Cindy Chapter 12 I put the phone uptight against my ear and struggled to hear what was happening. I could make out some hard slapping noises and the occasional moan and grunt. Every so often I caught a voice, sometimes it was a female, sometimes it was male



Futa's Wild Passion Chapter Seven: Futa's Naughty Study Session By mypenname3000 Copyright 2019 Note: Thanks to FallenAngelX00 for beta reading this! I felt like a million bucks as I walked through the college, trailed by my little sister
Today's incident had escalated yet again and today he had slapped her across the face
ngs out, from what I could gather he had put the whole mess down to me, playing the part as if I had forced him to shag the girls and to be honest that is pretty much how it had started, he was reluctant to cheat on his missus at first but later he couldn’t get it up them fast enough or often enough
Joanne had managed to make it back to her holiday apartment, still dripping water and slightly out of breath from the assault on the three flights of stairs. Only moments earlier, she had opened her eyes to find a guy in the hot tub with her
Out of the Closet It took us three trips to hotels to find the right one. The most important thing we were looking for was a closet that looked out on the bed. In some rooms, the closet was too near the door. If you stood inside the closet, you could not see the whole bed
This is a true story. My wife and I have been married for five years. We have always shared our fantasies with each other. One of them was being with other people
As he walked home he grabbed his shirt and a nice pair of pants. He slipped into his orange polo and tucked his shirt into his pants. Going for his dressed up-style just like she likes. Put his white Nike hat on and went up stairs
This affair started a few years ago. But as a prelude, there were troubling things happening inside me. I was 35. When we first met and in the early years of our marriage, my husband and I were like rabbits
It had been months since she had a weekend away with the girls. The first day and night were uneventful, lots of shopping a nice meal and some drinks and games that night


I arrived home from work and found nobody in the house, so I walked through the house to the pool area and saw Brian, our 13-year old son, and Helen, our 11-year old daughter playing on rubber floats in the pool