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Chapter 4 Aly's eyes slowly blinked and opened, it was still somewhat dark. The light rain outside pattered on the roof and windows of the cabin. Aly's eyes adjusted to focus as she slowly looked around at the group, all laying in the big makeshift bed on the floor



Harry’s ladies Disclaimer: I did not create this the original had so many grammatical errors it killed my remaining brain cells, so I decided to re-write including tweaking it here and there. The original is on XNXX sex stories by the author tripleaaa
My Wife’s Daughter . . . A Quick Study by Stiff Little Points It was a regular evening as I watched TV with my new wife, her daughter and an adventure I certainly wasn’t ready for
School was finally over and Summer was here. Evelyn was so happy to be out of school and she was really happy to start High School. Her older brother Randy was coming to visit for a couple of weeks. Randy 21, is the oldest brother, he's in college
Chapter 4 Training Days Just a note to readers; if you’re going to give me a negative vote; how about leaving me a little criticism about how to improve my stories? Thanks! I used the butcher’s shower in the dungeon to clean up, and then headed upstairs
This story is fictional. It has to be, musn't it? If I had really done this, I could be arrested. So all representations herein, are purely figments of my imagination, any similarity between characters herein and anyone living or dead is purely conincidental
A story about my experiences with my girlfriend first few years of our relationship. Please forgive my grammar and the following typos. I was 21 and she was 19. She was a student and a dance instructor, and had an hourglass figure, beautiful eyes and a wonderful smile
Note: Unfortunately, the story is incomplete because the connection on Omegle got timed out. This is completely unedited by me. Enjoy



Michael arrived home at seven o clock, having left Rose’s house at six fifteen. The dusk around him was cool on his skin as he opened the door to his house and entered
We had just gotten home after a graduation party excited for what lay ahead. Me and my friend Vick had been planning the night for quite some time and were waiting for my parents to go to sleep



Coaches thoughts . . . Sometimes it's amazing how one little things can lead to another. I was playing three handed pinnacle with some friends of mine for money one night and the subject turned to gymnastics



This is an experience I had when I was in my teens. All true. I was about 14 and there was a girl in the apartment complex that was 12. She used to hang out with us and one Summer day she was with me and two of my buddies in my apartment
A true story about me and my younger cousin it starts a bit slowly, and sucks a bit, but bear with me, unfortunately English was never my strong point, so even though this is a true story I tell it pretty badly, but oh well, make your own mind up
Life was good in the village that year. Mark had everything a young worrier would want for himself. He had a new sword. A beautiful, and comfortable, new cummling that he had inherited from an uncle that died of an infection, and he had a new lover to be with
I woke up early on friday morning, wondering if Julie would say anything about what happendd last night. I did my morning routine, had a shower, brushed my teeth and went downstairs to the kitchen for my breakfast. I was making toast when Julie came down