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You met me in one of the private booths in back. The screen came on and rolled the movie I had selected. It was a story about a massage parlor, and when the housewife went in and was surprised to get a woman to serve her, I wrapped my arms around you and cupped your
I let him finger me on Saturday night, a few drinks and lights out at my sisters house. Everyone else in bed and my sister told me to leave when I was ready with a sly grin on her face then pretended to rub her pussy and pulled a silly face, fuck off I mouthed
I was sharing a room with Lisa. It was our family reunion and everyone was sharing bedrooms and beds and someone apparently decided Lisa and I would make fine roommates. Lisa is probably ten or so years younger than me; I’m in my late twenties. I actually didn’t mind too much. I like Lisa. She’s
Alice was seated at the breakfast table reading the newspaper. She worried – the final demand on her car payment had come through, and she was overdue on her mortgage payments with no job and no prospects of a job in the near future. She scoured the jobs pages – all the ads were seeking
“But Dave, your finger works fine. You have enough feeling in it to please any woman,” claimed Mary. “Believe me, we appreciate the real thing. So, why try something artificial, something plastic?” Dave smoldered. He had planned this out, and he didn’t want to have to justify it. “Look, this is important to me. I