“Shit” Janet cursed as she noticed the flashing red lights in her corvette’s rear view mirror. Eight o’clock on a Sunday morning, not a car on the road, and some dumb ass highway patrolman had to clock her doing better than 80. “I’m fucked!” she thought as she pulled the car over to the side
I was on a date with a little college tease. She was as sexy as hell with her long blonde hair, light blue eyes and a really nice pair of tits that could poke your eyes out. Her ass was so tight she could crack walnuts with it. The one real positive thing about her
Brad and Barry seemed to be two brothers that were normal in all appearances. They did all the things that twins would normally do together. They shared their closes as they were the exact same size. They played together all during their childhood and got along pretty well at most times. Not to say that
I’ve been into the lifestyle for twelve years now. I was recently diagnosed with both HPV and cervical cancer. Although the cancer is under control now and I’m doing fine, I had to find a new outlet for my frustrations. This story is true, and one of my last experiences. I don’t know what bestiality
Jeff, arriving home from school, found Isabel napping on the couch in the Family Room. Without waking her, he sat down to open the mail in the large over-stuffed chair nearby, affording him a view of his Grandmother’s thighs and the entrapped panties in the narrow crease between the opulent twin mounds of her bottom.
Suddenly, Carol felt her passionate neighbor slipping downward in the bed. She popped her eyes open, raising her head to watch in excited anticipation as the older girl’s voluptuous white curves slithered warmly downward on top of her, easing Carol’s own legs and thighs insistently apart with the wedging pressure of her supple, shapely body.