“Are you trying to get us arrested?” Shelley Ordwell’s voice was too full of restrained laughter to be a rebuke. “Not me!” Ross Ordwell leaned to his left and peered closely at his wife’s uncovered tits. He had removed her halter as she drove the big station wagon over the county highway, and now he
Betty was one of my work colleagues, she was about 5′ 4 and was overweight just the way I like my women. Her breasts where huge and needed those huge bras to hold them and no matter what she wore you couldn’t help but notice them. Her back curved in to the top of her
My name is Millie. At the time of this story I was eighteen-years old and was in school. I was an average size girl with very good looks. I had blond medium length curly hair. I reached puberty at the beginning of sixth grade and my body was very developed. My breasts were nice B-cups,
The woman sitting behind the desk was attractive and perky. A blue nametag on her white lab smock read “MISS HOLLY”. Jay looked at Miss Holly’s blonde hair which was slightly curled under, creating a smartly professional and at the same time sensuous look. She recited the litany of the research project to the 26
When Amber told me about the formula she had developed and how she had injected me with it I developed a plan for revenge. Crissy was very popular when I was in high school. Though I wasn’t popular back then I wasn’t bad looking either and I was the only one that ever had the
Miss Jean sat reading the current issue of Ebony magazine as she waited for her new slave, Mr. Richard Law, to arrive. A 42 year old black woman, she took great delight in enslaving white men to her will. Although she was now a full figured woman of color, she was still extremely sexy and
“I…you know I don’t think my mom would want you down here and…” “And why is that, Jake? Why do you think my prude of an older sister doesn’t want me near her little boy?” “I…I don’t know.” “I think you do.” Auntie replied. Sliding down the bed, she rested her head on my shoulder
I was lying face-down on my bed in a bit of a daze…. gasping for air…. my breasts squashed beneath my chest and my legs spread wide, as a stream of warm, creamy spunk leaked slowly out of my throbbing pussy. Keith… my sister’s husband… had just finished pounding his enormous hard-on into my drenched
After leaving her night shift guy in safe hands Jessica made her way up to the room Lee had booked for the night. Tapping her card against the door she made her way in to find that Lee was already waiting for her. He sat casually in one of the antique chairs, absent mindedly scrolling
I’m 19, 5ft 10 and 112 pounds, white South African, Dutch decent, my parents moved us to the U.S. when I was three. I work part time in a shop and I am an aspiring model. I have an agent for booking modeling jobs and so far I have worked with 5 photographers and done
We put on our swim clothes and headed out to the water. At least the beach was nice. There were shady Cabanas with chairs already set up for the patrons that were just a few yards from the water. The waves gently caressed the beach and blue water was right up close to the edge.
My Grandma, Hazel La Forge was a farm girl who grew up in New Madrid County, a small farming community in the southeast Missouri bootheel. The family farm was just over 2000 acres of prime fertile land bordering the banks of the Mississippi River. The property was flat and easy to plow. Each harvest was
My name is Karl, and as I write this I am 53 years old. In 1983 I was twenty-six years old with blond hair, blue eyes, and as a distant runner had a slim build: six feet, 165 pounds. I married a girl named Jill. She was an attractive, outgoing twenty-five year old: 5’7”, 125
If you were to ask Frank Kazarra what he thought about the building, ten to one he’d say “Magnifico!” But he’s biased! He not only owns it, he also built it. The six-story edifice is on the corner of Classic Place and Manor Avenue. It is officially called The Kazarra Apartments but the tenants refer
Wanda Turner, a lovely twenty-two-year-old teacher, was reclining on a sofa in the principal’s office. Sitting behind his desk, the man was quietly admiring her bare thighs under the short skirt she was wearing. Classes had been dismissed about thirty minutes before and, as usual, Wanda had joined the principal in his office. “Goddamn,” the