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Part 2 . Simon Dott didn’t know where he had lost himself. Maybe it was that first blowjob
Mary discovers David with the girls. The three of them slept well for the following few nights, although oddly enough none of them felt inclined to immediately repeat the joys of that first session


An Unexpected Journey - SociallyxxDistorted This story, plus the following chapters, is interwoven with a little bit of truth, fantasy, and fiction. Stories are what you make of them the more realistic, the better
“Chloe, have you packed your things yet?” My mother’s voice caught my attention. Her footsteps were gradually approaching my room. “Your father is arriving shortly,” she added. “It’s his custody weekend, don’t forget.” “Thanks, but I’m ready,” I replied



It was a warm summer afternoon. Tina was an 18 year old girl, brunette hair, green eyes, and a set of beautiful C cup breasts (not to mention her sweet little ass). She was spending her last summer before college at her uncle's farm, helping where she was needed
Martha and I have been happily married for 27 years now and we are still very much in love. Marty was my high school sweetheart and we were married a year after graduation. Marty is pretty, not gorgeous, but she carries her prettiness like the girl next door
Ever since I can remember, there was always a lot of noise coming from my parent's bedroom at night. My bed was against the same wall as my parent's bed



Next chapter. Please enjoy. Comments and feedback greatly appreciated ----------------------------------------_____________________ I do not endorse or condone underage sex or teen pregnancy. This is a story meant for adults if it is illegal
---(One)---[b] It was like being electrocuted without the pain. You know that tingly-skin shiver you sometimes feel? Imagine something like that only a thousand times stronger. The sensation had Zethriel Nethergale thrashing on the floor as it stripped him of all lucidity
Sunlight streaming through the window in the bedroom wakes me up. It’s directly on my eyes. Moaning I roll over in my sleeping bag and stuff my head under my pillow. A hand roughly shakes my shoulder and Tyler swipes the pillow from me
As a young girl, my world was confusing to say the least. My mom liked her drinking and so did her live in boyfriend. So, I lived with my grandmother which was ok for the most part. I was left to my own and I spent most of the time in my room watching the tube
It all started one day when I was hung over and unable to do anything on my own. Before I get started I will give you some back ground information about me and my daughter. I was 37 in great shape and a very handsome man. Brown hair and hazel brown eyes
I had a hard time sleeping that night. After my session with Shanda The night before I had slept so much because of how stressed I was. However, that sleep wasn't caused by the stress so much as an escape from it. Even sleep didn't give me a leave from the reality of my situation
Part I ( if you want action, skip this part, unless stories are important to you) It all started when I went to college. My name is John, I am about 5 foot 9, around 140 pounds. I have always been a smaller guy, you could say I was a “late bloomer”



It was a Friday and Ms. Fitch was ready for the weekend. Making plans as she headed for her classroom