Lost in her thoughts, driving the four hour trip from the city, Molly turned off the exit at Junction 33, the big brown and white Forest-Service sign reading, “Entering Chattum River National Forest.” Molly remembered a prominent memory from when she’d visited when she was a girl, how she’d often wear just a light summer
I stashed my panties under a cushion on the couch just as Dad’s key clicked in the front door lock. I’d rushed over the instant I finished my homework and my housecleaning chores, bribing Chris to drive me with the promise of a blow job on the way. When he and Jess heard what I
I lay on my back on the bed with my knees in the air, feet dangling loosely, legs spread wide. With my left hand I held a hand mirror, positioned at an angle over my crotch, so I had a full view of both my sensitive holes. My right arm was stretched down the length
“I wish we’d been born sisters.” Jesse said, gently daubing ‘Watermelon Pink’ lipstick onto my pussylips. I was sitting on the edge of the bed in just an oversized T-shirt, legs spread wide, while she sat on the floor between them in just her panties, her face just inches away from my hole, decorating it.
For the past 2 weeks Marie had noticed when she got home that her mother was already there and locked in her bedroom. She could hear sounds on the other side of the door but was unable to clearly hear what was going on and it bothered her that Mona was keeping something from her.
Mandy was a good friend of ours. She was in her mid 30’s and had a daughter – Lauren, approaching 18. Mandy was very protective of her daughter since her husband Jeff had left, and perhaps saw us as parent figures as her own parents were many miles away. Mandy was sweet and quiet, and