“Vince! Wait!” she gasped, “I never even held hands with a guy before.” “Don’t you like what we’re doing?” he grinned. “I… I don’t know,” she stammered. “Well, take a second and think about it,” he advised. “Don’t knock it till you know what it’s like.” Mindy took his advice. She’d protested automatically, because that
Mary had been an on-line mistress under an alias name for several years when a woman begged one day to be her slave. She knew the woman by the email address as her own neighbor, a woman married to a wealthy man and a total bitch. She couldn’t believe her luck and started her out
I pulled into Benny’s driveway after planning a long weekend visit for several months. Hotrods being what they are, I wasn’t surprised to find him putting a new clutch in his car. Jumping out of my 32 Ford three window, he crawled out from under his Nomad. We shook hands while shouting hellos and talking
Sheri knew what they were doing was wrong, but she loved Michael so much; she really wanted to please him. Pirouetting before the camera, she could hear Michael’s appreciative sighs. She had stripped naked, and was posing for him in the sportscaster’s booth high above the playing field at the Rose Bowl. What they were
My girlfriend is a real sexy chick. Long blonde hair, great boobs and legs. Friendly and bubbly but sultry and elegant at the same time. She had done some catalogue modelling, even made a dirty movie. When I met and we started going out she was dating four different guys. Now she was all mine,
Just one of the many adventures I have had in the past two years with my sex starved wife, Anne Marie. I returned home for work to find Anne Marie had showered and changed into the tight fitting jeans that show off her round ass so well and the blouse I bought her for her