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Chapter 9 What Went Wrong? Looking back on that Friday in my bedroom with Carol, after all these years, I do not know for sure what went wrong. I know that she enjoyed what I did to her. I have reviewed those events so many times they are seared in my mind
If you have a problem with underage or incest Please just leave the page now! If you are looking for a quick jerk, I totally understand, been there myself, but you might want to look somewhere else first. However PLEASE come back, you may enjoy this story
Chapter 6: Amends The next day, Harry awoke in a somber mood. He went to lunch all by himself and wondered when he was going to be called into Dumbledore's office. Every time an owl flew by, he thought it was going to stop in front of him and give him bad news



I had been an active member of the school PTA, we had meetings once a month and put on various events to raise money for the school
This is my first story. Comments and chat welcome. Maybe more to come. It was almost ten o clock and I was pissed. I was wrapping up my first week as the personal assistant to Magnus Thenn. That's right. THE Magnus Thenn. Multi-millionaire media mogul



Introduction: This was a roleplay my boyfriend and I did many years ago. Of course, my boyfriend did not go as far with me as Peter certainly would with Lily, but he did enjoy giving me a few slaps and I let him maul my breasts and my labia much more than I would have otherwise
When I was 16 in the mid 1970s I used to watch after two girls (11 and 12) for a friend of my mom's. It would be on weekdays after football. I'd pick them up at their school, then drive them home and watch them until their mom got home three hours later
When I reached puberty as young boys do I would have many wet dreams, and when I found I had cum in my sleep would play with myself for hours. I always like being nude, felt sexy not wearing underwear, and touching myself in public with my hand through a hole in a pocket



Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction, to be read only by individuals aged 18 or above. The events depicted herewith are fantasy and do not reflect real world events in any way. Ricky didn't like to think that he was small time. Not that he had much of a choice
This is a story not on any of my regular story lines,or in any genre i usually write ini wanted to go outside the box and try a type i have never wrote aboutas usual comments are highly wantedP.M if you have any suggestions on how to improve content
How Traditions Start – part 5 An original story by Starrynight. Enjoy: Presley woke up to a cold white winter morning. She opened her eyes and peered outside through the window at the snow-covered farm
I was a horny teen growing up. I discovered the joys of Internet porn and pleasuring myself as a pretty young age, all I thought about was sex but unfortunately I hadn't been gifted with the greatest genetics



Some may have seen this story on another site. I just recently discovered this site and wanted to bring some of my stories over here. This is a work of fantasy and fiction which had been in my head for the longest time
If you Google the Word Traitor. The 1st Name that comes up in the Search List is Traitor Jane Fonda. We who lived through and where in the Service and in Vietnam when you went and sat on the Commie Tank still remember and have Not Forgiven You In Anyway
The Farm © This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to real people and places is coincidental. ************************************************************ Molly watched with horrid fascination as the big dog attempted to rape her older sister June