“We’ve got a bad engine, Rollie.” Rollie Weaver shot a glance over his shoulder out the window. “I hear it.” The custom Curtis Freightking lurched to the left for a moment before Eva O’Hara steadied it. Rollie checked the chart. “There’s an island down there: Puago Island.” “Has it got an airstrip?” asked the lady
The trio delicately clambered out of Neil’s car. Cascading neon chevrons somnambulated them down into the sidewalk; at the bottom of the stair was a door that offered them an entrance to the Duat_ (twat?) that churned underneath the shopping center. Tyrone read the door, it probably said something like Cumshitter’s or a witty similarity
Detective Constable Warren Hastings tapped lightly on the door and waited for the answering grunt from inside. Detective Sergeant Ted Sperle was a man of little ceremony. “Warren,” the Sergeant said as Hastings entered, “sit! I think I’ve pasted it all together.” On a large whiteboard in the corner of the office was a bunch
Vera and her 18 year old step-son, Alfred Jr. was sitting down on the sofa and Vera began by reaching down and showing Alfred Jr. what she found under his bed. “Do these pictures excite you,” while flipping through the pages that displayed naked women? Alfred Jr. couldn’t believe this was happening to him. He
I woke up feeling rather warm and sweaty and it was still dark. It took me a few seconds to remember that I was in a strange place. I was on my side, my knees folded up. I felt a warm breath on my chest. There were about fifty people among the bride’s family and
With the excitement of the past few days, it’s been hard for Rick to keep coming up with new games for them to play. But before his week of control comes to an end, he wants to get as many memories from it all as he can; and what better way than to capture it
Mrs. Layman watched the heavily set handyman march in and out of her house; he had been working ceaselessly for the last two days renovating the bathroom. She sighed softly as his shirtless muscular frame disappeared out to his van again, he smelt of sweat with a hint of aftershave, that left her trying to
Sheri Anderson wasn’t like most mothers, after bringing up three step-sons, Steve aged 21, Rob aged 19 and Brad 18; she still looked like a teenager herself. Admittedly the plastic surgeon helped with a nip here and a tuck there, not to mention the magnificent breast enlargement, that made her look more like a statuesque
The offshore breeze moved the leaves of the palm trees as he stirred the coals, feeiling their raw heat. He nodded and smiled, reaching for the four large fillets from the fish he had caught that afternoon. Putting them on the grill they sizzled, giving off a delightful smell. Sitting back on his haunches he
Jerry sheepishly closed the computer window as Bridget stood behind him tapping her foot. In her best and loudest, Katherine Hepburn voice, Bridget said, “Mister Cooper, I will not have you reading that filthy internet porn in my Department. Please come to my office at the end of the day, I wish to discuss this
Paul was his name. Fucking fast and hard was his game. I spotted him across the room at the bar, waiting for a beer. I made my way over and ordered another Fuzzy Navel. I wanted to get plowed and have some rip-roaring fun tonight. “Hey there, good looking,” I said to this fabulous looking
After yesterdays fun, we both hurried to get ready, and headed down to the beach around 10 am, as we walked along the beach to the same spot, guys started to follow, we didn’t even have time to lay the blanket down before guys started to wank, asking if I was playing again today. Grabbing
I woke Sunday morning, my stiff cock being held by Lyn who was still asleep, while Kerry lay naked still covered in cum next to me, our bed sheets stuck to me as I moved to have a pee. My movements woke Lyn, she kissed me stroking my cock as she did, I told her
Well it had been a bit quite this week compared to the last few days, but one phone call to Les and Jim, and the weekend was set up. Les gave us his address and told us to be there any time after 6 pm Saturday evening. and not to worry about having to drive
It was almost nine o’clock at night when I reached Albuquerque. The long desert drive from Flagstaff was brutal for a midwestern boy like myself. My rental car had become covered with fine yellow dust. I pulled off the highway at the first exit ramp where I could see more than two motel signs. There