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summer-2
Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin? Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32 Subject: Rooming with my Best Friend Summer 2 ROOMING WITH MY BEST FRIEND-SUMMER 2 ****************** Warning: The usual disclaimers apply here. If you don’t like any of the following, leave now: gay sex, vulgar or harsh language or underage wherever you are reading this. Please leave now!! This is pure fiction. No one in this story is a real person, living or deceased. Please do not copy without my consent. ******************* I wasn’t quite sure who it was behind the dark shades and brown beard along with longish hair. He pulled up his shades and then I…
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The Storytellers Ch. 17
Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin? Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32 Chapter 17 The RMS Etruria — NY to Liverpool The next morning while I was shaving, Dennis strolled into the bathroom, tossed the newspaper on the top of the commode and announced, “No ballgame for us today.” “What happened?’ I asked, and nicked my neck with my Gillette razor. “My source for today’s tickets got himself arrested,” he pointed to the headline on the front page of the Herald Tribune. “City Controller Caught With Fingers in the Till!” I sighed and applied some toilet paper to the cut, “Easy come, easy go,” I said examining the cut…
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The Summer of Cam Pt. 01: Party
Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin? Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32 * All characters older than 18 * How had I gotten myself into this? Oh, that’s right, I hadn’t gotten myself into this, my parents had managed that. They’d basically insisted I go along to Sherry’s party. Sherry had just turned 19, the same age as me. She lived close by and our families had been good friends as we’d grown up, occasionally vacationing together. Having said that, Sherry and my younger sister had usually hung out and I’d tagged along with whatever adventures her older brother had been getting into. We’d gone to school together the…
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The Rider in the Night
Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin? Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32 The smell of the room was of numerous types of intoxicating alcohols, he was able to tell the difference of a few of them, them being the lager that he would normally drink, to a sweet smell of his favourite liqueur Southern Comfort. He glimpsed across the dimly lit room from where he was sitting to notice a strikingly tall woman, dressed in a black full length dress. He thought to himself that he’d not seen this woman in this public house before; she stood out mainly due to her clothing and the length of her hair.…
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The Preacher’s Son Ch.08
Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin? Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32 *Oghma here! I said the 8th Chapter would be out quickly, and I meant it. Although Matthew may be out of the fire, the story isn’t over just yet. What awaits him now that he’s free? What’s Marcus going to do? And what about his mother June? Well, the story shall continue for at least a while longer. Hope to see you all for the rest of it! * **Disclaimer: Excessive sizes, cumshots, and fantastical anatomy ahead. All characters depicted in sexual situations are of 18 years or older. ** “Holy…” Marcus gushed as they stepped into…
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The Playroom
Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin? Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32 My new basement has just been completed and I’m eager to use it – for my own pleasure – with you. So, I send you a text at work that morning saying that I want you to come home an hour early. While you’re seated at your desk, a photo arrives on your phone. It’s me, dressed in lingerie, wearing impossibly high heels, bold red lipstick and holding a blindfold in my hand. Then I send you a second pic, of my feet, freshly pedicured with harlot red polish……both pix make you incredibly excited and nervous at…
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The Photoshoot
Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin? Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32 As I climb the steps to the first floor apartment, I tuck my hair behind my ears with nervousness and my steps falter. I guess anyone would be anxious if they were to pose nude for the first time. I am 24 years old and have been modelling since the past year after finishing college. However, lately there has been a drought of modelling assignments. It was a fellow model Melissa who informed me of this opportunity to do nude modelling. The money offered is double the rate of a normal magazine photo shoot. Thinking about the…
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The St. George Double
Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin? Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32 Jenn went to St. George as she’s the coach of the high school high jump team, which her son who’s still in high school is trying to jump his way into a college scholarship. What began as an innocent high school athletic trip ended by being completely naughty. You see, she drove to the meet by herself, instead of taking the school bus. Mostly because she doesn’t like to feel locked into something, and because her son wanted to catch a ride. The track team picks up the charges for the hotel, while the kids stay at…
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The Slut Next Door
Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin? Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32 Dan Williams didn’t really know his next-door neighbor, Dina Marshall, that well. He had seen the redhead around and waved over the fence, but he and his parents were relatively new in the community, having moved there from Toronto a few years earlier. What he did know was that Mrs. Marshall was in a bind. Just a few months earlier, Mr. Marshall had moved out and taken everything — their car, most of their money, everything. The word on the street was that Dina had gotten herself a shark of an attorney and the lawyer had already…
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The Shower Surprise Ch. 1
Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin? Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32 Nervously she smoothed her skirt, rubbed her lips together and giving her head a determined toss she reached forward and knocked on the hotel room door. Hearing the muffled “Come on in…” she turned the doorknob and stepped inside his room. Shrugging her arms out of her jacket… tossing it to the nearby chair, she continued walking deeper into the room. The sounds of the water running directed to where the bathroom was. Smiling slyly to herself, she stepped out of her high heels, kicking them away. Reaching behind, she pulled the zipper, to the skirt she…