I walked into a wide open room with a small groups of women age 30 – 40. We soon were introduced to each other, Mother of three teenagers, high school teacher, major business executive, and a lite……very pretty girl….the only experienced actress/player…..Kristina. A muscular, virile man dressed in a white smudged tank top, and cut-off
It was truly a chance meeting. They had not seen each other for almost a decade but they knew each other instantly. “Leatherby; Harry Leatherby, if I’m not mistaken.” said the younger man. “You are quite correct…” said the older man as he looked at the first, “Ravensdale; Charlie Ravensdale. What are you doing here?”
Jealous? Kathy tickled Christis ribs as they watched Grand Dad and Mrs. Potter prepared for their duel. Exquisitely, dar-ling, Christi purred as she shifted her newly bruised bottom on the leather couch. She snuggled close to Kathy, who responded by putting her head on her beloveds shoulder. The contest was about to begin. Daddy used
I’m not sure why it is, but as soon as I cum, I need to lay back and relax. So when I slid out of Mandy’s sweet little pussy and leaned back against the headboard of the bed, I couldn’t help smiling about my current situation. Mandy, typical to her status in our relationship, immediately
“Come here, I wanna talk to you,” Vicky instructed. He walked over and sat next to her on the sofa, hoping that the tone he detected in her voice was not anything to be concerned about. “D’you remember where you said you went to lunch Wednesday of last week?” she queried. “Uhh, not really, that
I can’t believe what I’m doing! I know I’ll be going to hell when I die, but I just can’t make myself care. I feel freer and more alive than I ever have. I’m tingling all over. I’m lying nude on my side in bed with an ex-con named Wade Masterson, the strongest, most masculine
The Beaver was hurting. He was hurting real bad and it was worse for he knew it was because he had been a full fledged total asshole. It had started almost a week ago when he became the football hero of Grant Avenue Grammar School (GAGS) by catching the last pass of the game in
I was raised out on a ranch in the vast emptiness of Eastern Oregon where it is a three hour one-way sagebrush-filled trip to high school. In this desolate area I boarded at the high school for five days a week, traveling home only on weekends. There were just seven of us there and our
“I Love That”, My girlfriend, Joy, Moaned. She was kneeling on the bed, her lovely ass naked, her dark blond-haired pussy just visible between her fantastic buns. I had been squeezing and pinching those tanned globes. “You’re not suppose to enjoy it!” I snarled. She had been of the guys at the party and i
John is off to a gardening day out with other inmates from our home and I have a day to myself to relax and pamper myself. After doing my normal cleaning I am just about to sit down for a coffee when there is a knock at the door. I am pleased to see it
This happened when my wife was a fairly inexperienced nurse in a private hospital in England where we live. She had been acting up in a senior role and was in charge of a number of patients, Fiona was enjoying her opportunity to show how well she could cope with more responsibility and we were
The assistants at the reform school just across the Rio Grande brought Dan to the punishment room. This was Dan’s second day at the school, where he had been sent as part of a plea agreement. It appears that Dan and some accomplices liked to raise hell in their neighborhood. They thought it was fun
Wow Lola, What a thrill is it to get your emails. I always get a double delight from them. The first thrill is just reading them and getting turned on. Your ideas always dampen my pussy. The second joy is reading them to poor Aaron and watching his face get beet red, knowing I’m telling
I can’t believe what I’m doing! I know I’ll be going to hell when I die, but I just can’t make myself care. I feel freer and more alive than I ever have. I’m tingling all over. I’m lying nude on my side in bed with an ex-con named Wade Masterson, the strongest, most masculine
Turning the key in the lock, I think something feels slightly off, like when you walk down the block but can’t shake the feeling that someone is paying you way too much attention. I look around, up and down the hallway and see everything seemingly normal. Shaking my head, I take the key out and