My name is Samantha, everyone calls me Sam. I’m 18 years old, 5’6” with an athletic figure, short dirty blonde hair, 34D breasts and an ass to die for. I love to be outside, either playing soccer or going for long bike rides on the beach. Living not even five minutes from the beach certainly
Mike and Diana had been married a long time and the candle had blown out. Life was routine and love and lust were suspended at best. They followed a pattern. Monday to Friday, home from work, something to eat, dishes in the washer and then they separated to their own rooms, Diana to what had
“No worries, it happens,” I told her outside the playschool. That was the first time we met. Her son and my daughter had had a fight, just a kiddie thing, nothing to worry about. She invited me for coffee and I accepted readily. We chatted and laughed the whole morning. I noticed a thrill running
I was 21 years old when I decided to finally try sex with another girl. I had thought about it since I was a pre-teen, but had never had the courage to attempt anything, mainly because I was afraid the word would get out all over town. A little background info: My parents were in
Cool night air drifted through the open window, pleasantly chilling her warm, damp, freshly showered skin. She stepped into the bedroom, wrapping her towel tightly around herself as she walked between her bed and the bathroom wall to the open window. She stood before the window closing her eyes and breathing deeply of the clean