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The Things We Do at Home - part 4 An Original true story by Starrynight. It took me a while to get all the facts straight for this chapter. Thanks Jessica and Chris. Hope you enjoy



The think I liked most about us was how close we were. From the very first day together, there was openness between me and my little brother Zane that I never thought I could have, let alone with family. That and we were best friends


“Woowee! Yeah! Another shot, please!” I cheered as the bartender slid another shot glass filled with Tequila down the bar to me. I caught and gulped it down in one swift motion. I shook my head and shuttered at the sting as it slid down my throat and warmed up my midsection even more



50 Shades of Beech Mountain Chap 18 The twins woke me with smells of hot coffee and something cooking in my kitchen. I woke with my usual morning wood and used the bathroom to take care of that and grab a quick shower
June 1st 2003 I still remember the way the new house looked, and how happy my mother was when she saw it. We'd never lived in a nicer, quieter home than this. It was very secluded, and deep in the forest, but that was her dream home, and I was happy for her
Cassy runs out of her house, slamming the door. She had two bags in her hands and some cash in her pants. She was on her way to get a place of her own because her parents had pissed her off for the last time



I was still living in the high; the aftermath of my first blowjob had me on cloud nine. I felt like I was drifting off, just floating in heaven, and I wanted to stay there forever. Little did I know there was more than the heaven I was given..
Day 2 - part 1 Cadence woke up in her mother's bed, her dick sticking straight up. She looked over, but her mother wasn't in bed. She could hear the shower running, so she assumed that's where her mom was
This is an almost forgotten story from many years ago. Just recently I met someone who lived just a couple of miles from the place where a cousin of mine had lived and that brought back memories of how many years ago, I was on holiday with her on the south coast of England
Thursday: "Thank you staff and students all for assembling on such a short notice." Said my school principal, Mr. Jones. "I know this unexpected assembly is cutting into your time, so I'll make it quick.". Mr. Jones called for an assembly just a minute ago


- MARCH 15, 2018 - One day, I was on a dating/social app. I wasn't really looking for hookups or dates, just someone to shoot the shit with, you know? Admittedly, I hadn't ever hooked up with anyone at that point
[Thank you for all of the comments on my "Sisters By The Pool" series! I never dreamed I'd immediately make the top rated stories of the month. I will be working on part three soon. I just wanted to take a break and come out with some new stuff
I was tossing and turning in bed holding a pillow over my face trying to drown out the noises that were coming from the room next to mine. I sat up and peered over at my little sister who was sleeping soundly in her bed on the other side of the room
She looked towards the the front of the class absently and rested her head on her hand. She strained to focus on the boring words of the teacher, droning on about some type of rock and its properties
I recoment for everyone to read the first part of the story "The girl with the blond ponytail (D1)" before this one. But if you want you can get a taste here first, feel free to do so