Both my uncle and my brother were named Richard. My father had named my brother after his older brother. I had always thought of them as a pair of dicks. Later in life, it really began to mean a literal pair of dicks. It happened one day about a month after my eighteenth birthday while
The next day was Saturday, but both Carol and Bob had to work. With Joe on the road, this left Brenda alone in the house with Mike. She couldn’t have asked for a better opportunity. They’d have the whole day together, absolutely undisturbed. Eagerly she waited for the others to leave. Of course Mike had
Hi, my name is Kay and most just calls me K. I am a married 50-year-old mom from the Midwestern United States. I live a secret life as most have no idea of my kinky past nor of the present fun, I am having. I would like to share some of that kinky past as
As Annette was reminiscing about the past, her fingers were busy playing with her sensitive clit. Once again her pussy was flooded with climax and she came against her expert hand, bucking her hips back and forth against it, legs spread widely as he leaned back against the bathroom sink. When the spasms subsided enough
In the spring of her sophomore year, Annette Holley was a prime piece of fuckable American womanhood. Her bright blue eyes were highlighted by a shock of long black hair which flowed down her shoulders. A sensuously shaped mouth gave the impression that she was no stranger to cock-sucking. Her ruby lips invited penetration, whether
I am a teen girl, and i have been masturbating for 2 years almost. Yesterday I was in the garage sitting on a spare bed doing it to myself and my uncle who is about 30 happened to walk in and saw me. I was in the nude because that’s how I like to do
Timmy Haggerty was up before the sun even thought about showing up. As he slipped on his wet suit, he could hardly wait to see his uncle’s reaction. He hadn’t been working weekends for nothing. He’d saved every dime and bought his uncle an old, long board and wet suit. Timmy figured his uncle would
When I was 16 years old I went in Calgary to spend the summer and to get to know my dad’s side of the family. I had ever been across the mountains before having lived near the ocean all my young life. When my uncle picked me at the airport he said he hoped I
Iris was fucking pissed off. Not only did she think Uncle Louie was an asshole, but now she was stuck in a minivan for the next 3 days with her parents and boxes and boxes of his shit. Why couldn’t they just get married in San Diego? And why couldn’t he hire a fucking mover
I make extra money stripping at parties. But I never perform in my home town. I have seen some familiar faces but I don’t think they’ve recognized me. In makeup and a wig and no clothes, they don’t think for a moment that it could be me. But last month I was doing a gig