Young - Page 318

The weeks after my wife’s funeral were the hardest of my life. I’d left work, secure in my future with the life insurance payout and the company shares I had accumulated over the years

I was fairly young when my parents would let me venture off to my boyfriends house. I was 15 at the time. I was fully matured by then. With a nice round ass and 24 b cup boobs i was very good looking for my age

MY SISTER & THE EXCHANGE STUDENT PART 4 SWIMMING We rode home, both of us silently sharing a post cum high. We held pinkies in the back seat again, and stole knowing smiles as our mom drove. When we got home, Rach and I went to change

A Class For the Curious I had known Opal to be a good teacher for a long time. She was a teacher with a mission. She felt it was her duty to impart knowledge to her students and did her best to carry it out

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Royal High Hill Boarding School. A typical boarding school where the rich and famous of rural England, send their sons to receive a top education from the finest teachers in the country

My story began when I was at Junior Secondary and my g/f at the time didn't just have large labia, hers were absolutely MASSIVE

Michael found the house relatively easily, seeing as it was the only one with roses in the garden. As he walked up towards the front steps he remembered the day with bliss. His watch read 4:48, his arrival slightly earlier than the time had requested

I couldn’t bring myself to invite Kristen to come to our small house near the beach. But I wanted to be with her without stirring up a controversy. She offered a solution while we were getting dressed. “We are having our SEX ON THE BEACH Bonfire tonight

“Expelliarmus!” Delphi played it safe. made it look liked she tried to block, just a second too slow. As the wand disappeared from her hand, she smiled. “Now you’re getting it. You’re really good at this.” The truth was, he wasn’t very good. At all

*This story was written for a mature audience.If you are under the age of 18 or 21 in some U.S. States, you must not read this Story!* “The numbers are on the fridge, honey.” Mum said, she always worried touch. “C’mon, darling.”Shouted John from downstairs, eager to go

9:45. Fifteen minutes until I would be free. My name is Andrew. I'm a bagger the the local grocery store in my small town. Studying myself in the bathroom mirror, I took in my features. I'm tall with very dark brown hair

Jasmine was 16. Her father died in a car crash before she was born, but she didn't care, as she hadn't known him. She was quite pretty, with red hair, muddy green eyes, and pale skin that didn't tan, but also didn't burn

Kevin sat at his desk in his classroom idly toying with the computer mouse and surfing e-bay for crap he didn’t need. It had been a long day and in another 30 minutes he could go home. It was a Friday and High School would start for the year 8 am next Monday morning

Falling for His Lordship’s Daughter In the 1980s I lived in a tiny cottage on Lord B’s estate near Cheltenham, England while I studied estate management at The Royal Agricultural College Cirencester. The cottage was originally built for a Shepherd

Warning! This story includes detailed descriptions of sexual acts between a man and an underage girl. If you are morally opposed to this subject, please do yourself a favor and stop reading now. This is the continuing true story of how three people I know first met and fell in love

The following diary entries have been edited for spelling, grammar and punctuation only. These entries provide some background, mostly to the events of Our New Neighbors – Ch02, but also Ch01 and Ch03

[b]17 SAY GAY After school the next day, Jeff goes to Sean’s house. After the typical game talk Sean confronts Jeff, “So what did you tell Alex?” “Nothing, Sean. Nothing! But that’s the problem. Alex senses I’m not telling him something

“Well fuck you too bitch.” Todd slammed down the cell phone onto the desk, and dove into his bed. Wanting to scream into the pillow, but failing to find any noise in his throat

[After a break, I wanted to warm up for my next Sister’s By the Pool chapter with a fun new one.] Growing up, I lived in a pretty nice neighborhood. The crime rate was low and everything was ascetically pleasing