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“Would you like to go to Greece?”

The question broke Maggie out of her focus on the column of numbers on the computer screen in front of her. “Excuse me?” she asked, puzzled.

Dorothy, the president of the Christian charity, had posed the question. “I’m serious,” she explained. “I’m organizing a tour of our major contributors to visit Greece this summer. I’m calling the tour ‘In the Steps of Saint Paul.’ I need an assistant to help me.”

“But I have never traveled and I know nothing about Greece.” At age thirty-seven, Maggie’s travels had all been in an orbit around her home town in Kansas.

“That doesn’t matter,” Dorothy answered. “The travel agency does the logistics. What I need is somebody to help me keep twenty women contented. I know you well. You’re attractive. You’re sensible. You can pamper them, pray with them if necessary, and with a little study you can help me explain the places we’re seeing. You’ve read the New Testament?”

“I know it backwards and forwards, but I can’t afford a trip to Greece.”

“You’ll go free. I can’t pay you a salary but it will be an all-expense-paid trip. Unfortunately, you’ll have to put up with a crowd of rich, spoiled women for ten days.” Dorothy laughed. Maggie was well aware that Dorothy’s patina of Christian piety was often tinged with cynicism. “Think about it.”

“I will.” That afternoon Maggie could barely focus on auditing the charity’s financial accounts.

*

 

Greece! She had always dreamed of seeing the world. Four years ago she had broken out of the routine of being the wife of a small-town evangelical preacher and passed the examination to become a certified public accountant. The customers of her one-woman business were Christian organizations, churches, and preachers scattered around Kansas and neighboring states. She was efficient, flexible, painstaking — and cheap — and working only part-time she now earned as much money as her husband, whose congregation was neither large nor wealthy.

Since her first affair, four years earlier, and during her business travels, Maggie had had several sexual encounters. They were often hurried and self-conscious and with married men as nervous as she was. She had overcome her initial guilt at being an adulteress and now was fearful only that her indiscretions would be discovered. Moreover, she had begun drinking alcohol, a vice she concealed almost as fervently as she did her illicit sex.

At home, she was a different person. Three or four days a week, she was the exemplary preacher’s wife: self-effacing, tireless in her duties, the mother of two teenage children. She tried not to show signs of her newly found independence and professional confidence. A preacher’s wife in a small town in Kansas was expected to be humble, dowdy, and mediocre.

She went to sleep in her hotel room that night with images in her head of the blue Mediterranean and bright shining villages on rocky islands. Early the next morning she telephoned her husband. In accordance with the principles of his — their — church, she always asked his permission for any endeavor. He never denied her. He enjoyed the almost-new automobile her income had purchased too much. “What would you think if I went to Greece in July for two weeks?”

“Greece? We can’t afford that.”

“It won’t cost anything. Well, not much. Mostly paid for. I’ll help a women’s group following Paul’s route in Greece.” Their church did not believe in saints. So, he was just “Paul,” not “Saint Paul.”

She continued, “I’ll take photos so I can give a presentation to the Women’s Missionary Union after I get back,” she promised. Then, she threw in the clincher. “There will be a group of rich women on this trip. The contacts will do us good.” Her husband still had the ambition — fading though it was — of becoming the pastor of a large, rich church.

He conceded.

“Thanks, dear,” she said happily. “I’ll be home tomorrow. I’ll help you collect some of those donations that are slow coming in.”

“That would be useful,” he replied. “There’s talk, you know, that you’re ... uhh ... not as active as you used to be in the church.”

“I’ll lead the prayer meeting next Wednesday. Promise. I love you.” It was not entirely a lie. Her husband was not a bad man — but he was sedentary and unimaginative. She would have gone mad had she not found a way to carve out a slice of independence.

“I love you too, Maggie.”

*

She bought a guidebook and read about Greece. It sounded enchanting and she was truly interested in Paul and his travels two thousand years earlier to promulgate the new religion of Christianity. She asked Dorothy, “Do I need to come back to the U.S. on the airplane with you?”

The president thought a moment. “No. Once we put all the members of the group on an airplane home your job is done.”

“Then, I’ll go — and I’ll plan to stay on for a few days to visit one or two of the islands. They sound wonderful.”

*

Maggie was on pins and needles for the whole ten days of the visit to Greece. She dealt with carping, tardiness, diarrhea, homesickness, and penny-pinching. Most of the women were congenial, but she had been chained to a few who were perennially unhappy.

“I never promised you a rose garden,” said Dorothy as the group waited in the international airport in Athens for the early morning flight to return to the United States.

“I hope they all enjoyed the trip,” Maggie said cautiously.

“You did splendidly. Nobody died. None of them got thrown in jail, or lost, or in a fistfight.”

“Thank God.” Maggie looked up at the sky. “God, I meant that.”

“How long will you stay?”

“I have plane reservations to leave for home in five days. Today, I’m taking a flight to one of the islands.” The prospect of being on her own in a foreign country frightened her, but she was resolute. “I will do this,” she said to herself.

“Best of luck. I’ll need you to audit our books when you get back,” said Dorothy.

*

The island of Skiathos was her destination. The guidebook said its only village oozed charm, the beaches were good, and the island was not overcrowded as the airport was adequate only for small airplanes.

Her flight got her to Skiathos mid-morning and she caught a bus from the airport into the village. She had made a reservation in a small and inexpensive hotel, choosing to stay in town rather than at one of several luxurious beach hotels dotted around the island. It was hot and she felt conspicuous on the bus. Everybody else, mostly young Europeans, was wearing shorts and light-weight cotton shirts or blouses. She wore a skirt that reached below her knees and a long-sleeved blouse. She felt like a refugee from a tent revival.

She got off the bus at the main plaza and searched out her hotel, carrying her suitcase down a maze of narrow, cobbled streets and up steep, stair-stepped walkways. Her hotel was old and inconspicuous, three stories high, of whitewashed native stone with blue shutters. A purple bougainvillea curved around the signpost next to the front door. In a narrow interior was the front desk. She checked in with a friendly older man who spoke good English. Her room was small, a double bed with an end table and lamp, a chair and dressing table, and a tiny bathroom with shower. The room opened through double doors onto a balcony that looked out over a sapphire-blue sea and low, stone buildings so white they hurt the eyes to see. It was hot. The hotel was not air-conditioned.

She shook off the fatigue of ten days of stress and decided to take a walk and have lunch before an afternoon siesta. She took off her skirt, blouse, bra, and panties and packed them away and put on her bikini bottom. This was the first bikini she had ever owned. It was modest as bikinis go. She put on a pair of shorts over the bikini bottom She replaced her bra with the bikini top. Her small breasts had more than enough room. “I should have been more attentive when I tried this on,” she said to herself. “The cups are too large.”

“I’m almost pretty,” she thought, looking at herself in the mirror. She ran her fingers through her hair to jumble her severe hair style to look more like she was on holiday, donned a pair of flip-flop sandals, and away she went — nervous but excited.

The Plakes beach was a ten-minute walk from her hotel. It was small and pebbly, falling off in rock ledges to crystal clear water below. Pine trees shaded the margins. A dozen women and an equal number of men were sunbathing on the rocks or swimming. Most of the women were topless. Some of them had breasts burned as brown as leather; others ranged in color from sunburned red, to rosy pink, to as white as a winding sheet. Maggie guessed that she could tell how long the women had been in Greece by the color of their exposed breasts. Hers, beneath her bikini top, which hung loosely on her, had never seen the sun and were shockingly white. She wasn’t yet brave enough to reveal them to the world. She sat down on a rock.

“Well, Sheila, fancy meeting you again.” A young, handsome man sat down on the rock with her. He set his backpack down beside them. He was wearing only shorts. He was of medium height, well-muscled, and bronzed from the sun. She like that his chest was hairless. Her husband was hairy and she had never really liked the scratchy feel of sex with him.

“Have we met?”

“I said hello to you when you got off the bus.”

“Oh, okay, if you say so. But my name is not Sheila. It’s —”

He interrupted her. “Sheila will do. I’m Rory. Skiathos is a fantasy. As are we.”

She giggled. “That’s very profound. Rory? Are you British?” His accent was not American.

“You know how to wound a man. I’m Australian.”

“Sorry.”

“And you’re American, Sheila?”

“Yes.” She looked him over closely. He had a pleasant smile. He didn’t seem threatening. She had daydreamed of meeting a nice man on Skiathos. He was almost a boy.

“How about a swim, Sheila? You look uncomfortable in all those clothes.” His eyes focused on her chest.

She looked down. Her bikini top gapped open. He was peering at her exposed breast. “The barely seen is more interesting than the obvious,” he commented, nodding toward the topless women laying on the rocks.

She blushed and tucked her breast back under the fabric. “That sounds like something Plato might have said.”

“Who?”

“An old Greek.” She looked up at the sun. “It’s too hot and bright for me to get into the sun and swim. I’d get sunburned.”

They continued chatting amiably. He asked, “May I invite you to lunch? Dutch treat? I’m a bit short of the ready, but I know a good cheap restaurant.”

“I’m also on a tight budget. Very tight.” It seemed advisable not to give him any illusions that she was rich. She had read about “kamakis,” handsome young men on the Greek Islands who ensured that wealthy older women had a memorable vacation — for a price.

“I can pay my own way,” he assured her. He pulled a t-shirt out of his backpack and put it on and shouldered his backpack. “Let’s go. The restaurant is nearby.”

“Lead on, Rory,” she said.

“Righto, Sheila.”

They strolled to a restaurant on a cobbled street with outside tables shaded by a grapevine growing on an overhead trellis. They ate Greek salad and grilled octopus soaked in olive oil and bread with a crunchy crust and drank a large bottle of beer each. Then, chatting amiably, they each drank another bottle of beer. He told her about himself. He was twenty-five, from Perth, and had been working — occupation not specified — in the islands for two months. He was nearly out of money. She didn’t ask him what his real name was, nor did he ask her real name. She was wearing her wedding ring.

Maggie felt woozy after the second beer. She yawned. “I can’t stay awake. I need to take a nap.” She hoped this was not the end of their relationship.

“May I escort you to your hotel?” he asked. “That is truly a fetching top,” he added. Her bikini top was hanging loosely again.

“I need to buy one that fits.” She tucked her breasts in.

“I need a nap too. I’ve been sleeping on the beach for the last two nights. Beneath a pine tree. A money problem. I didn’t sleep very well.” He yawned. He paid half the bill for lunch with a grimace and looked at her with beseeching eyes. “That sand is awfully hard.”

She laughed. “Oh, all right. I get the hint. Do you want to nap in my room?” She was a bit frightened, but also excited. Her experiences included several one-night stands, but never before had she allowed herself to be picked up on the street so casually.

“Thank you for asking. I’ll reward your kindness by showing you the town tonight. If you pay for the beer.”

“Well, perhaps ... but first a nap.”

“I’m up for that.”

They walked back to her hotel, rubbing shoulders companionably in the narrow streets. Maggie dropped off her money and passport in the hotel safe and made a point of introducing Rory to the old man at the front desk — just in case Rory was something other than a pleasant, charming boy. She led him up the stairs to her room. She opened the doors onto the balcony.

“This is home,” she said. “We can share the bed — for a nap.”

The room was hot. She looked at herself in the mirror and wiped away rivulets of sweat between her breasts. “I need a tan.”

She lay down on the bed, put a pillow beneath her head, yawned, and stretched, He took his t-shirt off and joined her, their bodies touching on the narrow bed.

“You know,” he mused, “You remind me of my Sunday school teacher when I was twelve years old.”

“Because I’m old? Old fashioned?” She was upset. Was her true character so easily perceived?

“No, of course not, I was in love with that Sunday school teacher. Why do you think I noticed you?”

“I wondered about that.” He didn’t answer; he was already asleep.

*

When she woke the sun was low in the sky and it was cooler in the room. Rory was in the shower. He came out with a towel wrapped around his waist. “Hi, Sheila. Sleep well?”

He sat down beside her on the bed. She stretched luxuriously and her breasts popped out of her bikini top. She reached to cover them, but he caught her hand in his. “May I?” he asked politely.

She thought. “Do I dare?” She held his hand for a long moment and looked into his eyes. She had a moment of fear mixed with anticipation. Well, she had hoped to find a man on Skiathos. He smiled. She moved his hand to her bare breast.

He leaned over and kissed her lightly on the cheek. “I take it that is a ‘yes.’ Don’t be frightened. I won’t hurt you.” He laughed. “It might even be fun.”

He massaged her nipple. She didn’t protest. Her breasts were so small they had nearly disappeared when she arched her back, her posture stiff and tense, but her nipples were large, erect, and dark brown. He kissed a nipple. “That tit is dry. It needs moisture.”

“Sorry about that. I have some suntan oil.” She glanced apprehensively toward the doors opening onto the balcony to assure herself that nobody could see into their room.

“I have something that works just as well — and tastes better.” He went over to his pack and pulled out a small bottle. “Olive oil. Extra virgin.”

He reached behind her back, unfastened the bikini top, and pulled it over her arms. He poured olive oil into his cupped hand and rubbed it onto her breasts. The oil was slick and smooth. The towel around his waist parted and his half-erect penis and testicles poked out.

“Now, they’re nice slippery tits.” He licked a nipple. “Taste good too.” Her nipples were sensitive.

The inner housewife in her protested. “We’re going to get the sheets greasy.”

“You don’t have to do the laundry.” They kissed and laughed together. He lay down and rolled over on his back and handed her the bottle of olive oil. The towel fell away from his waist. “Your turn.”

She took the bottle. She sat up and began massaging olive oil into his chest.

“You would be more comfortable if you took those shorts off,” he said. He unbuttoned them and pulled them over her feet. “And the bikini bottom?” he added.

She again looked apprehensively toward the open door onto the terrace. She had only rarely had sex in other than darkened rooms. He helped her pull off her bikini bottom, threw it toward a chair, and kissed her while his hands ran over her bare buttocks.

“About that oil,” he said. “Don’t forget about my part that most needs massaging.”

Maggie screwed up her courage, sat up, straddled him, filled her cupped hand with olive oil and massaged it into his chest, looking at his face, his parted lips and half-closed eyes, feeling the hard muscles of his arms, stroking his short, powerful fingers one by one in her hands.

As she sat on his groin, his hardened penis slipped into her vagina. Her heart missed a beat. She froze. “No, no. I must be careful!” She eased her body away.

“Hey, I wanted to be there,” he said.

She kissed him. “No! I mean not without a condom.”

“Don’t worry about that. I’m safe. Do you have condoms? “ he asked. “I can go buy one — or more. My treat,” he added with a smirk.

“I have condoms in my suitcase. The side pocket.“ She always carried them with her — just in case.

He walked naked over to her suitcase, unzipped the side pocket, and took out a package of condoms. “Wow! A dozen. You come prepared.” He took one out and laid it on the table beside the bed. “A dozen will do for tonight, but we’ll need more tomorrow.”

She blushed, then laughed. He lay down beside her. He ran his hand over her breasts and her stomach and down to her bush of hair. “You’re relaxing. I can feel it in your muscles. It’s a Greek island; it’s summer. This is our lives at their finest. Enjoy the moment.”

“I’m going to try,” she said with determination. She sat up, filled a cupped hand with oil and massaged his penis, then lay on top of him and kissed him from face to hips. She went around and around his groin, filling her mouth with oil and spurting it over his penis and testicles and rubbing it in with her lips and tongue.

“Methinks the lady is not quite as naive as she pretends.”

“I’ve never done this with oil. I like it.”

“I’m glad to be the first. You’re my first American.”

“You’re my first Aussie.”

“Learn to pronounce it properly. It’s Ozzie, not Ah-ssie.” His penis was poking a hole in the sky, rubbing against her nose. “I think it is time to consummate this relationship,” he added.

She said playfully, “Consummate me.” She reached for a condom, opened the package with her teeth, took it out, and put it on his penis carefully. When she had finished, he rolled over on top and impaled her.

“Freedom,” she thought and dissolved into her vision of heaven, a quiet, meditative state of calm and good feeling. After those long days of tension, abstinence, and restraint with the women’s group, she was now with a beautiful young man on a lotus-eating island where she knew nobody and nobody knew her.

“Don’t hurry,” she said to Rory. “I want it to last. I just want to lie here quietly and enjoy it for a while.”

He probed within her carefully, heeding her wishes, pausing and resuming, slowly, kissing her lips and eyes and neck, running his hands down her flanks and under her buttocks, raising her to him, driving hard and deep and then backing off, pausing to let her relax and catch her breath.

“Now,” she said. “I’m ready. Are you?”

“Are you kidding? I’m ready to blow a hole in your ovary, or whatever you call that thing.”

“It’s a vagina.”

They climaxed together in a sexual explosion, her legs straight up in the air over his shoulders as he dug as deep as he could within her. His spasms seemed to go on forever, one after another, matching the shocks that ran up and down her spine.

“Eureka!” he said when it was all over and they lay quietly, their sweat-soaked bodies locked in an embrace. “That’s what some old Greek said.”

“His name was Archimedes. He thought of a solution to a problem while he was bathing and he ran naked out into the street shouting Eureka.” She giggled. “I know because I’ve been reading my guidebook.”

“I could run out into the street naked and tell the world that I like to fuck you.”

She lay contented for a long while, treasuring her emotions. He went to the bathroom. When he returned she asked, “Are you hungry?”

“Yes,” he answered. “It’s almost nine. The restaurants will be opening.”

“I’ll buy you dinner.”

“Good. Let’s go somewhere expensive.”

“No, you have to appreciate me for my inner qualities — not my money.”

“I’ve appreciated those inner qualities, my little Sunday school teacher. You have fulfilled my adolescent dreams. Splendidly.”

“Actually,” she said. “I am a Sunday school teacher. And a preacher’s wife.”

“No kidding?”

“No kidding. Don’t ask any more questions.”

They joined again, frantic this time. It was over quickly. Then, they showered together.

Afterwards, she rummaged through her suitcase. “What to wear?” she puzzled.

“Definitely not one of these.” He held up a bra. “How about one of my t-shirts?”

She tried on the t-shirt. It was too large. “Isn’t it too casual for wearing out at night?”

“Sheila, you’re not in Kansas anymore.”

She looked in the mirror. “When I raise my arm, you can see my tit through the armhole.”

“That’s the idea.”

It was, she thought, a nice looking breast. She put on an ankle-length, flowery wrap-around skirt to go with the t-shirt.

They ate at a restaurant in a triangle where two walkways met on a tiny plaza with a large pine tree in the center. She ate swordfish and skordalia; he ate a gyro and French fries. They both drank beer. The life of the town flowed around them. She was uncomfortable. She had never been in public without wearing a bra, The outline and color of her nipples showed through the thin fabric of the t-shirt. She had the awful fear of the one chance in a million that she would see somebody that she knew.

“Do you want to go dancing?” Rory asked.

“Yes, that would be fun.” That would also be a way to escape from this all-too-public restaurant where she felt guilty and sinful. But Maggie rarely danced. It would be frowned on back home for the preacher’s wife to be seen gyrating around a dance floor. She paid the bill.

Rory led her down a narrow street to a door in a wall that opened into an interior courtyard with a bar, a few tables to one side, and a small flagstone dance floor. Recorded music blared from two large speakers. A few couples were dancing. She was relieved to see that her t-shirt was appropriate for the occasion. They ordered beer. More people were arriving. Soon, they were standing three deep at the bar.

A tall man grabbed her arm and half-dragged her toward the dance floor. She looked back in dismay at Rory. He was talking to a tall, blonde well-endowed girl — probably a “Swedesa” as the Greeks called all Scandinavians.

The dance floor was so crowded that Maggie didn’t need to worry about her lack of dancing skill. She just stood and shook her body, and held her arms up and felt other people rubbing against her. Rory was dancing now with the young, beautiful Scandinavian whose unrestrained breasts bounced like basketballs.

She frowned. The likelihood that Rory would return to her hotel room was diminishing. Her dancing partner handed her a beer and she drank it quickly. She must get back to Rory. She staggered off the dance floor. Rory was now standing at the bar with his Scandinavian princess.

“Sheila,” he shouted above the din, “Meet Gudren.”

“My name is not Gudren,” said the princess.

“And mine is not Sheila,” Maggie answered. Maggie attempted to smile sweetly. Confidently. If she was going to lose Rory, she was going to do it with style — and hide her anguish.

Gudren looked her over. Maggie felt like a cabbage in a rose garden, but Rory said, “Sheila is my lady.” He kissed her on the cheek.

Maggie choked up in relief. “He is mine!” She looked at Gudren with what she hoped was a benevolent smile.

Gudren surveyed the situation, returned Maggie’s smile, and said, “I should be going. See you around, Hans.”

“Hans?” Maggie asked after Gudren walked away.

“My middle name. I was just giving Gudren some advice on how she could meet men.”

The advice seemed to have worked. Gudren with the basketball boobs was surrounded by men on the dance floor.

Maggie paid the bar bill, taken aback at the cost, and they left the bar and began walking back to the hotel, arm in arm. She was drunker than she had ever been. Both of them felt urgency. The streets were emptying. The night was moonless.

They were alone on the street that ran just above the beach. They embraced, a long lingering kiss, pushing their bodies hard against each other. “Where I slept last night would be good,” he said. He took her hand.

He led her down a trail around a retaining wall to a sandy spot beneath a pine tree on a ledge just above the murmuring waves of the sea. “Here it is. Home sweet home.”

They stripped their clothes off and threw themselves down on the sand, grappling with each other. The prickly pine needles and the rocks hurt her back. “Ow!”

He rolled off her. “I’ll lie on my back to save your skin.”

“You Aussies have tough skin?”

“Kangaroo hide.”

She rode him to completion, sitting upright, her head facing toward his feet and her eyes looking out at the calm, dark sea. Their climax was like a ripple, gentle and pleasant.

“Do you always come?” he asked.

“Yes, even when my husband fucks me.” She giggled. “Oops, I didn’t mean it to sound like that.”

He was rustling among the pine needles. “Hey! Our clothes fell into the water.”

He retrieved their clothes from the lapping waves of the sea. She wrapped her skirt around herself and slipped on the t-shirt. It was soaking wet. It clung to her.

They walked back to the hotel. A few people were still on the streets. She kept her breasts covered with crossed arms. but she was euphoric. She thought of the line from Huckleberry Finn. “All right, then. I’ll go to hell!”

It was nearly noon the next day when Maggie woke. Rory was there with a large bottle of water and a pot of tea. She staggered to the bathroom, peed, walked naked back to the bed, drank deeply of the water, and settled onto the pillows with a cup of tea balanced on her chest. “My head hurts,” she moaned.

“Can I fuck you while you’re drinking tea?” he asked.

“Carefully, please. This tea is hot.” She kissed him on the cheek and put the teacup and saucer on the bedside table as he mounted her. “I hurt all over,” she said, “but I feel so comfortable. With you, I mean. I never ... well, you know ... I haven’t had much romance in my life. Not nearly enough. I just feel good.” She laughed. “I’m still drunk, I think.”

He stopped moving within her. “I have to leave in a couple of hours,” he announced.

“What?” She pushed his face away from her cheek to look at him.

“I have reservations to return to Australia tomorrow. I have to catch the ferry to the mainland this afternoon.”

“Oh,” was all she could think to say.

“I’m sorry. Should I have told you sooner?”

“No, it was best I didn’t know.” She had tears in her eyes and her voice broke.

“Let’s enjoy this last moment.” They melded together as one.

After they climaxed, he stayed on top of her. She poured herself another cup of tea.

“Don’t move,” she said. She set the saucer on his back and sipped the tea over his shoulder. He stayed inside her for a long time.

“It’s been a pleasure,” he said finally. “I have to pack and leave.”

He got up and began stuffing things into his backpack. He picked up the t-shirt she had worn the night before and tossed it to her on the bed. “Here, keep this. It’s my favorite. I’ll wear my second favorite.”

Rory handed her a scrap of paper. “Here’s my name — my real name — and my address and phone number. If you’re ever in Perth, give me a tinkle. I’ll come running. And I’ll pay for the beer.” He kissed her on the cheek. Suddenly, he looked more like a man than a boy. “It has been my privilege to love you on an island in a wine-dark sea.”

“That's from Homer,” she said. “You know something about Greece.”

“‘And jealous now of me, you gods ... out on the wine-dark sea.’ I studied Classics at the University. I’m an archaeologist. Soon to be employed.”

She sat on the bed and cried and her tears tasted salty. He put his arm around her and she cried on his shoulder.

“It’s late. I have to go.”

“Don’t mind me. It went so quickly. I’m just ... disappointed,” she whimpered.

He stood up, ran his hand over her breast, kissed her on the cheek, turned, walked out of the room, and shut the door behind him.

Maggie folded the piece of paper with his name and address on it and put it in her purse. It stayed there until the paper disintegrated years later and she burned the fragments in an empty butter dish on her kitchen table.

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Preachers Wife Chapter 3 from Preadhers Daughter

Pam, the MILF preachers wife did as I ordered her. She did give me those panties from her cunt at church as ordered and when I called the Preacher's house the week after I first fucked her, I asked if her husband was home. Yes she said, very well, tell him you are going shopping at the mall and Christian book store. Go buy things at the book store first, then meet me at the pet store in the mall. You are to go into the bathroom at the Christian bookstore and remove your panties, and have them...

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The Preachers Wife Chapter Three Another Greek Island

Before Rory left her alone in a hotel room on Skiathos, he told her that he had a friend on the island of Skopelos."Actually, he's my boss. A professor of archaeology and a nice, gentle guy. I'll call him and see if he has time to show you around."Maggie was gushing tears -- her idyllic twenty-four hour love affair with Rory at an end. "I don't know," she wailed. "I'm sorry I'm crying. It's so silly. But what will he think? A woman just showing up to see him?""He'll think you're cool. Cause...

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Preachers Wife Chapter 5 from Preachers Daughter s

After fucking Pam before church that Sunday I had her as I wanted her, obedient.I would watch her on hidden cam and she knowing the cam was there, would give me shows as I directed her too.I told her that when the church was told about Jaimie be pregnant, I would act shocked and in a few weeks talk my wife Charlotte into letter my number #1 slut move in with me. Pam did not really like it, as she knew what all I would be doing to her beautiful pregnant daughter. I wondered if it might be some...

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Preachers Wife Chapter 7 and Young Mother from gar

Katrina, the young 19 year old money who fucked me for money, then blackmailed into being my sex slave cum slut #3 for 6 months, had wanted to fuck more than once a week. Apparently, she enjoyed the control and hard fucking I gave her.Pam, the hot 38D preachers wife MILF I had black mailed and was fucking as my number #2 slut, was now trained and willing to do all my commands. Her most humiliating moment was her hard ass fucking and mostly when I had her and Jaimie, my 23 year old number #1...

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Preachers Wife Chapter 4 from Peachers Daughter Se

Pam pulled into the doughnut shop as ordered and went in, she looked at my car. I followed her and stood behind her in line, I pressed against her and she tensed. What is someone saw? I told her to buy doughnuts and coffee. Buy enough for the Sunday school class. I told her to put them in her car then drive across the street to the parking lot of a closed store and wait. Unlock your car doors and wait for me.I ordered coffee and drove across the street parking nest to her.I wondered if...

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Preachers Daughter Chapter 3

For those following the story, Jamie is horny and thinking evil thoughts about a church man old enough to be her father, her d_ddy is a very busy preacher.I continued my forced seduction of the little slut, whom at 23 had maintained her virginity, but by now, I knew she was ready and I was sure I was going to fuck her.I showed up early one morning when I knew the preacher was going to a funeral, I was hoping his wife Pam would be away also, in case I got the chance to take Jaimie that day....

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Preachers Daughter Chapter 16

While my wife Charlotte was away at the ladies church retreat with the preachers wife (my number #2 sex slave slut) getting seduced and fucked by Pam, the preachers wife, Jaimie (preachers 23 year old daughter -- 24 next month!) whomk lived with my wife and I was left alone with me for a few days.She is VERY pregnant and showing with my baby (unknown to my wife that our nanny is carrying my baby).Jaimie has been getting jealous (as my first seduced and blackmailed number #1 sex slave slut) of...

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Married Preachers Daughter Chapter 15 Rachelle

The ending of Chapter 14 as a lead in: "Ray standing there getting hard watching his wife on her knees swallowing my cum and some on her face and chin and Rachelle just smiling and smirking and saying, "Laura, you and I know better and we were not raised like this!" Laura embarrassed said, "I know" and at that time I told Ray and Laura that Rachelle and I were going out for breakfast, then shopping, then for a day of play at a hotel room. We would be back late that night. Laura was not happy,...

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Married Preachers Daughter Chapter 14 Rachelle

To set the stage, starting with the ending paragraphs of Chapter 13:"As we fucked Laura, Rachelle, watched in envy and fingered herself, she cum again as Laura cum. Soon Ray filled his wife's ass with his cum and then we switched positions, and I took her ass hard, pulling hair, calling her "our slut" and I used her and degraded her in front of Ray. The things I made her say. Soon she was Cumming again and again. Next she collapsed, used and spent with a stretched ass with cum dripping from...

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Preachers Daughter Chapter 13 and Preacher Sucks

My wife, Charlotte, thought it was very nice and thoughtful for Jaimie, the 23 year old preachers daughter now moving with us, and unknown to my Mrs, Jaimie was carrying my baby, "Jaimie, thank you for all you did around the house today, but you know, you are not our slave, are our guest!" If my wife only knew, that Jaimie was "my slave" and number #1 cum slut.Charlotte was always wild in bed when alone or away in a hotel or when our k_ds were not home, date night always got me plenty of hot...

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Preachers Daughter Chapter 1

She was 23, 5'3" brunette with a stunning smile and perfect young tight body. She had held her virginity through all those years, being homeschooled made it easier, but in college she almost broke down and she longed to be touched, tasted, used and to do the same. Her long time boyfriend she never allowed to do anything other than kiss and one time when she was daring she let him finger her and suck her nipple, she was u******e at that time. He left for college where she learned he turned...

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Summer vacation on a Greek island

Late July and here we are on the beautiful island of Milos, home of the erotic goddess of Venus! Our hotel was right on the main street of the town, a 10 foot wide tile-covered winding path with tables on one side where a little restaurant served delicious Greek dishes right under our balcony on the second floor. Lots of tourists and locals shared the remaining space while looking for souvenirs, little trinkets or simply something to eat. Our plan was to see and visit as many places as...

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Preachers Daughter Chapter 15

For those following the stories, here is a update.Jamie, the 23 year old preachers daughter slut is pregnant with my baby, unknown to my wife, and she is living with us. I use her. Pam, preachers wife has been meeting me Sunday mornings and getting fucked before church and her husband knows about it, but has not confronted them yet. I told John, the preachers to wait. He is ashamed she loved sucking my cock and getting his virgin ass pounded. He has been enjoying fucking his wife Pam and I it...

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Preachers Daughter Chapter 6 More hidden cam bab

Well, now I had enough video to blackmail the sexy young slut and I was sure she was masturbating thinking of me and also of her d_d_y fucking her m_m_y! But, I wanted MORE to seal the deal, so to speak!My wife and I had a wedding anniversary coming up and I got us reservations at a cabin and planned a nice get away. I knew she would love it, be horny, and I would fuck her all weekend! Although she is a hottie, sometimes I would think of her but other times of Jaimie, the preachers daughter...

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Preachers Daughter Chapter 17 and Katrina

With my wife Charlotte away at the church ladies retreat being seduced (I hoped) by my number #2 sex slave slut Pam (the hot 38D preachers wife I had blackmailed that was now a willing sex slut) and I home alone fucking my pregnant 23 year old Number #1 cum slut sex slave Jaimie (preachers daughter) during the day while the k**s were at school, I decided on day two to bring in Katrina (Katrina, the young 19 year old mommy who first fucked me for money, then I also blackmailed her into being my...

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Preachers Daughter Chapter 19 Preacher and Preach

Well the plan as outlined and stage was set as mentioned in previous story, "Preachers Daughter Chapter 18, Preacher and Preacher.The following occurred yesterday as follows for Jaimie's birthday on her 24th birthday:I arrived and Jaimie looked hot and ready. I kissed her and told her we would play and get very naughty for the next 3 or 4 hours. I had her dressed in stockings, garter belt, heels, makeup perfect, her six month old pregnant little belly showing, I tied her, blind folded her...

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Preachers Daughter Chapter 5 More Masturbation wit

Although the last chapter gave me the clearest video and loud audio of her masturbating in daylight... another wonder session was captured at night. In fact, only a couple nights later. The best part was as I reviewed recordings from the preacher and preacher wife's room, I realized Jaimie was masturbating the same time her p______ents were fucking in the other room, where she could no doubt hear them.Again, what wonderful video for future use, when I finally show her!It was a Tuesday night...

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Preachers Daughter Chapter 7 Finally took that vir

Well, that Sunday at church she acted very uncomfortable around me, and around my wife. I sensed that 23 year old vixen was feeling guilty. Well, she would feel a lot more guilty soon, but a lot more relaxed as well as used.So over chit chat, I learned that both Preacher and his MILF wifey Pam would be out of town Thursday, and I suggested we might need a baby sitter Thursday afternoon (not really, just wanted to make sure Jaimie would be in town). In fact, I cooked up this story about I...

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The Preachers Wife

My buddy lived next door to me. His father was a preacher at a big church in town. His mom was the typical conservative preachers wife type. Average looking, blonde brown hair, not over weight, a few wrinkles. Not wanking material at all. Any way I would spend the night over there and my buddy would spend the night at my house. So spending the night, you sometimes see things, which are not too big a deal. But some times they are a big deal. This night I spent over at my buddy's house. We were...

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Preachers Daughter Chapter 9

Continued, so I decided it was time for some more forceful fucking again and I ordered Jaimie at church Sunday, to be at the mall Monday at noon, at the pet store.Sunday, Pam, the preachers wife did as told, she tried not to make contact with me and she was very nervous, but she passed we her wet panties that had been in her pussy (see previous post) and I briefly pulled Jaimies panties from my pocket and showed her, then returned them. I could tell there was tension when I was talking to both...

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Preachers Daughter Chapter 8 Ass

Well, for the next ten days I used her sex young cunt hole and mouth at least twice a week. I told her that Sunday before she got in the choir to sing she was to remove her panties and stuff them in her pussy. After singing she was to go remove them and slide them to me as she left the ladies room and I went to the mens room. What a sexy trained slut. Even in church she was now giving me her panties. So, it was time to get rougher with her and take that tight ass. Not make love to it, not...

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Married Preachers Daughter Chapter 13 Rachelle AND

Rachelle was horrified as she thought of how she had cum over and over again with a strangers (mine) cock in her married pussy, mouth and devouring and using her body. She was ashamed and guilty, how could a married preachers daughters do this! How could she fuck me and enjoy it so, when she knew it was so wrong and why did she slut herself so. It made her feel worse she had been fucking in her sisters house. But, Rachelle, also could not but get her sore pussy wet and her nipples would harden...

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Preachers Daughter Chapter 2

About 2 weeks after pressing my hard cock into "Jaimie" at church, I played it cool and stood back. Kind of ignored her but could see her looking at me. It made me semi hard and I sat so she could see my buldge in my slacks.Then the preachers lawn mower broke down and his car was not usable, nothing serious, just a starter solenoid on the mower and a alternator on his car. I told him I would be glad to fix them for him. Well I timed my arrival for when he was going to see folks at the...

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Married Preachers Daughter Seduction Ch 5

Laura -- the preachers daughter continuation. Well, I went to sleep soon and Ray went to bed. I noticed Laura did get up and came to get a drink a of water, I could hear and sense her looking at me on the sofa. I adjusted my cock and had it semi hard and turned so it was showing outside my shorts, I could tell she lingered and looked. I was getting harder as I remembered how her ass felt and also how sexy and slutty she looked on her hubby's hidden cam of her masturbating. Finally she went...

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Batwoman meets Catwoman Part One

Introduction: Batwoman goes in search of Selina Kyle aka Catwoman, only to find her fill-in, Holly Robinson. It was all going so well. A simple looting of a rich persons home of a few baubles, and what not. Yep, everything was going so well until she found herself blacking out from something hitting her. She groaned as she came to, her vision blurry as she looked around. Where am I? she groaned, then tried to move only to find herself hanging from the ceiling and shackled thoroughly. ouuuhhh…...

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Batwoman meets Catwoman Part One

She groaned as she came to, her vision blurry as she looked around. "Where am I?" she groaned, then tried to move only to find herself hanging from the ceiling and shackled thoroughly. "ouuuhhh..." she groaned in pain. "As to the where, you're in an adult toy factory. As for the why, because I saw you and decided you might be the one person that can give me what I want." Stepping from behind the hanging woman, Batwoman let the fingers of her left hand trace Holly's right thigh...

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Preachers Daughter Chapter 18 Preacher and Preach

For those following the stories, we are at the point Jaimine, the preachers daughter is six months along carrying my baby. She lived with my wife and I, my hot wife Charlotte clueless about Jaimie.Jaimie 24 birthday was yesterday! So, what we did was I had my wife set up a nice surprise party for her at our house where she lives when she got home from her college classes before Christmas break. My wife had no idea, when she left for work and our k**s left for school, Jaimie, who lives with...

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Preachers Daughter Chapter 18 Preacher and Preach

For those following the stories, we are at the point Jaimine, the preachers daughter is six months along carrying my baby. She lived with my wife and I, my hot wife Charlotte clueless about Jaimie.Jaimie 24 birthday was yesterday! So, what we did was I had my wife set up a nice surprise party for her at our house where she lives when she got home from her college classes before Christmas break. My wife had no idea, when she left for work and our k**s left for school, Jaimie, who lives with...

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Preachers Daughter Chapter 4 The Masturbation

Over the next two weeks I watched and recorded a number of hot masturbation sessions unknown to the hot 23 year old virgin Jaimie, and a few of her MILF m_ _ _ _y and one of her parents fucking in their room. Near the end of two weeks, I even caught the preacher himself alone in Jaimie's room sniffing her worn panties and jacking off his little pecker over her bra, but that is another story for later!My favorite two masturbation recordings, other than her at night in the middle of the night...

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Preachers Pulpit Parishioners and Ch 01

Blake How could things be the same after all we had gone through? It’s true that you can’t judge a book by its cover because sometimes the cover lied. Either it didn’t entice the reader enough to open the pages or it made you believe that the words on the inside were equivalent or better than the wonderful picture on the outside. That’s how we were, Samson and I. Sitting here on the 5th pew during morning worship made everyone think that he loved me so much. I was a strong woman but always...

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Married Preachers Daughter Chapter 16 Rachelle and

Tonight was Rachelles last night in town at her sisters house before going home. She was going up with marks, sore and used and totally spent. She was spent from the day fucking, emotionally and physically. She talked about things she never told anyone and she got off so many times. She was a total whore now...for me. Tonight, she would be a total whore for her brother in law also.We arrived late at the house, and she walked in a mess. Hair, makeup, no panties, no bra, dried cum in her and...

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Preacher Slut Dresses from Preachers Daughter Seri

If you have followed the stories, I first black mailed and fucked the preachers 23 year old hot daughter, Jaimie, she is now carrying my baby. See preachers daughter chapter 13 and preacher sucks for lead in to this story:Over two months ago I sucked my first cock and fucked my first man pussy, unbelievable, it was our preachers, so wrong but made me so fucking hard!He sucked and cum hard and recovered quick, he said he would be my sex slave cum slut #3. Well, I had been letting him wait as I...

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Preachers Pulpit Parishioners and Ch 02

-IAN I saw her as soon as they walked in. Her face wasn’t familiar although I knew her husband. Was Samson her husband? I had never paid attention to Samson’s ring finger before and I couldn’t see it from here. Even trying to get a closer look during altar call didn’t help. She wasn’t what I called ‘fine’ but extremely sexy. The way she walked around the offering table…ummm. She wasn’t wearing anything revealing but cut to fit her body. A simple navy dress that skimmed slightly over her hips...

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Married Preachers Daughter Seduction Ch 10

As I rode back toward Rays and Laura's I ordered her to be at a hotel I had already arranged, I ordered her to get a sitter, to bring her collar and leash, the HD short shirt and panties I had bought her, to be wearing bright red lipstick, to be all made up and I would call five minutes from the hotel. She was to be in the room waiting. She was to be on her knees, on the bed, faceing away from me with her ass toward me, her head down watching me between her tits and legs as I opened the door. ...

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Married Preachers Daughter Seduction Ch 8

While waiting for Laura at the Harley Davidson shop I had bought a Harley dog leash and collar and put them in my saddle bag, she never saw them.When I retrieved my scoot that afternoon, I stopped and had a pet name tag made, on one side it said, "Laura" and on the reverse it said, "Bill's SSS"As I departed that morning, I handed Laura a key to the room I had gotten and directions looking into her eyes I said, "Laura, I need you one more time this morning, text me "ride safe" when you are 5...

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Married Preachers Daughter Seduction CH6

From CH 5: " She was nervous, but I knew if she was getting a baby sitter and picking me up, alone, coupled with the fact she had masturbated herself to sleep after I teased her -- I had no doubt that before noon little miss brunette Laura, the preachers daughter, would be sucking my cock and riding me like there was no tomorrow! I just had to play it cool and make sure I had it recorded for Ray. So on the way to the Harley shop, I stopped and got my own hidden camera and recorder to make sure...

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A hot wife gets banged on a Greek ferry

The ferry was due to sail just before midnight. While we were waiting to drive our hire car onto the ship, my wife and I had sat in a taverna knocking back Metaxa Greek brandy. By the time that we had stowed the car and found the lounge I was shattered. Susan, my beautiful but wanton wife, had consumed enough Greek brandy to feel horny, so she told me to get another round of drinks and then find somewhere quiet for us to fuck. I had been driving all day and badly needed a few hours sleep, so I...

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Preachers Daughter Chapter 10

Well, sure enough sexy little Jaimie was carrying my baby! I had bred her good!So, as directed, she told her m_mmy who of course knew I was the father of her baby.Jaimie told her m_ommy what I had told her to tell her dad so Pam went along with the lie to John. Boy, was the preacher pissed. He even cursed! Jamie cried. She knew she could not go back to her Christian University in a few weeks so she was going to have to stay there, and they would have to tell the church. She would have to...

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The Preachers Wife sucking dick

The preacher's wife drove home to her small, conservative town and dignified life. She had committed adultery and felt extreme guilt. But she was even more distraught over how she had behaved. There were times she was forced to commit sexual acts, but at other times she wanted to do them. The drive was long and she had time to reflect. She knew she was going to spend a lot of time in church asking God for forgiveness and to return her to a normal, respectable life. But part of her was wondering...

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The Greek Girls FunChapter 3

It had been a month since Anita had acquired the two British Blondes as her personal slaves through hypnosis. She had fooled them with alcohol and a promise to make them look fitter and younger, when in reality; she planned to put them under Mind Control. She had made them sign all their property over to her. Karen had to quit her job as a model for the British London Model Agency and both women's bank accounts were also signed over to Anita. The house in London had been sold off to a very...

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Married Preachers Daughter Seduction Ch 7

After finally spending half the day fucking my friends wife and secretly recording most of it for him on hidden cam, I played it cool the rest of the day and when my bike was done at the shop took a little test ride. I went and got a hotel in the town, just in case use it in the morning.That evening over dinner, my cock was getting hard thinking how I had ate his wife out and fucked her on the table where he sat eating supper. As we watched TV that night, we would exchange smiles and glances. ...

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Married Preachers Daughter Seduction Ch 2

It was a Friday night, rainy, when I had "accidently" bumped my hard cock into Laura, a preachers daughter and my friend Ray's MILF wife. She is a hottie, pleasantly thick with curves in the right places, wonderful tits and ass, long sexy brown hair and pretty eyes. She has lips to cum over and a little mommy belly from having k**s. She is conservative and quite, but, damn I wanted to fuck her.I waited until I heard her up in the shower Saturday morning, she was the first one up. I watched...

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Married Preachers Daughters Seduction

This story is unrelated to others, but the story of seduction on a trip I made a friends house. He is married to a prim and proper preachers daughter, whom is also HOT.Her name is Laura, and she is pleasantly plump and curvy in ALL the right places. Nice hanging tits, beautiful long brunette hair, sexy face and lips, and a ass made for fucking. Although, according to my friend and her hubby, it has never been fucked. You see, he says she is a good fuck but very conservative. She reluctantly...

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Married Preachers Daughter Chapter 17 taking her M

I could not stop thinking about my sexy Laura, how I had turned her into a fucking cum slut and after I got home or when away on business I would often web cam with her and talk nasty to her on the phone as she masturbated for me and cum hard...I would record these sessions unknowingly for her husband Ray as well.However, this story is not so much about the Preachers Daughter Laura, it is about her MILF MIL Shelly. Shelly is 54, slightly plump, looks like the mommy and grand mommy she is, and...

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Preachers Pulpit Parishioners and Ch 03

To everyone who takes the time to get to know me by reading my work, thank you. I hope that you enjoy this installment as well as the others posted previously. I also look forward to your feedback/comments. With sincere gratitude, K. Carmichael * IV. I planned on learning more about Blake from Tonya but when she cancelled her meeting with me I knew I had to take things into my own hands. Samson had told me that he would drop the forms off at the church but I knew that he would be out of...

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Normalcy Is Harder Than It LooksChapter 14 Care to Try a Little Greek

The next morning I got up, glanced at the sun out the window and smiled as I stretched, glad I didn't have anything planned for once. However that illusion was quickly set aside. "You need hurry up," Anh told us from the door. "Becky, Melinda and Chalise are on way over. Since Chalise coming, we invite Kitty too. They be here soon. We also invite Brooke and family, so kids keep Caroline company. Get asses moving, lot do today." I looked around in confusion. "Did I miss an announcement...

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The Captains wife the Preachers daughter

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Aella and the Greek War against the Romans

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A Greek Legend

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Greek Goddess

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Holes in Time Its Greek to Me

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My first tatste of Greek pussy Christmas sex holi

I wasn't sure if I was any good at writing my personal experiences but after hearing only positive messages from people about my last story, I feel like I want to share my latest experience with you all! Sorry I didn't post this as soon as I got back from Greece but you know I don't spend my whole life on porn sites!For a joint Christmas-early19th b'day present me and a friend of mine decided to go on a trip, for about 10 weeks now I have been studying Greek so naturally I wanted to try out my...

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Married Preachers Daughter Sedcution Ch 12 Rachell

Rachelle was suspicious, and had horny dreams about me fucking her sister Laura and wondering what my cock, a strangers cock, would feel like. She felt guilty, but horny. She remembered when her and her dad had played a long time ago. She got wet and horny. She was sitting at the breakfast table, tired and wondering about the sticky mess she found, it seemed like dried cum.That day was uneventful and fun for all. Ray and I were gone a few hours with the k**s allowing sisters to talk and...

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